FIC: The Question
Got bored, wrote a SH drabble.
Title: The Question
Rating: PG
Synopsis: Holmes has a very important question to ask Watson. Set just after EMPT.
The Question
After three years of sorrow, three years of imagining my friend walking through my door at any moment, after three years of loss, I found myself once again in my old chair in the small sitting room at 221b Baker Street, sitting opposite Sherlock Holmes.
I watched my friend carefully over the top of my brandy. He sat silently brooding, his brow furrowed his eyes strangely distant. After we had shared a meal together and talked endlessly about the events of earlier, we had fallen silent. There was so much I wanted to ask him about his travels but I felt that this was a topic he did not wish to discuss. He looked pale, worn and tired. Hardly the picture of a man who had spent the last few months of his life in laboratory in the South of France researching into coal-tar derivatives. I knew this to be a fabrication, but had decided not to question him further. He would tell me in his own time.
I found myself beginning to nod off for the hour was late and I had had much excitement.
"Watson."
I looked up. "Umm?"
Holmes leaned forward and rolled his empty glass between his palms, unable to meet my eye. "Would you..." He cleared his throat and continued in a uncharacteristically small voice, "would you be terribly offended if...if I asked to kiss you?"
I stared at him in surprise. "To kiss me?"
He looked up at me and laughed, "of course... such a stupid question..." He ran his hand absently through his hair. "Forget..." He stood and placed his glass upon the mantelpiece. "Forget I ever asked." Moving quickly he passed my chair and headed in the direction of his room.
Deciding quickly I stood. "Holmes." He paused and looked back. "If...if you were to ask me such a question..." I rubbed my hand. "I think...I think my answer would be... Yes... you may."
He crossed the room nervously and stood in front of me. I read confusion and uncertainly behind those sparkling grey eyes.
"Ask me." I said quietly, staring into his eyes.
"John Watson, may I kiss you?"
"Yes."
There's nothing more boring than waiting for it to be time to go to work. Roll on 3pm!
I probably should have brushed my teeth after drinking my tea... Minty Earl Grey is interesting, but it doesn't quite work. I have a distinct memory of asking my co-worker to remind me of something, I remember joking that I should really put a 'W' on my hand to remind myself but I can't remember what the 'W' stands for.