Fic: Mr. Hudson: G
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holmes_minorTitle: Mr. Hudson
Wordcount: 499
Characters/Pairings: Mrs. Hudson, Sherlock Holmes, Dr. Watson, Original Characters
Rating: G
Warnings/Content: N/A
Author’s Notes: Written for the June 2016 Activity: writing a new story to fit two canon illustrations.
“Mrs. Hudson, I am certain you will do very well,” said Holmes.
Mrs. Hudson shifted in her chair, uncomfortable in the unfamiliar clothes. “But why do I have to go as a man, sir? Surely this disguise will fool no-one.”
“You look splendid!” Holmes glanced over at the Doctor. “Don’t you think Mrs. Hudson looks splendid, Watson?”
“Quite,” muttered Watson. He shoved his hands deeper into his pockets and hunched his shoulders.
Holmes frowned at him and turned back to Mrs. Hudson.
“It has to be a man. Whoever heard of a female builder! No, Mr. Canfield and his sisters believe that Mr. Hudson will be coming to look at their interior wall, and Mr. Hudson it must be!”
“Yes, sir.” Mrs. Hudson furrowed her brow. “But I don’t understand why you cannot carry out the plan as yourself. There seems no reason for subterfuge.”
Holmes gave a small smile. “I think it is probably best if the siblings believe they have found out the truth on their own without any interference from me.”
Mrs. Hudson sighed. “I understand.”
“Excellent!” Holmes beamed at her. “We shall see you later.”
Mrs. Hudson knocked at the door of The Briars, which was opened by a genteel young woman in an apron.
“Mr. Hudson?”
Mrs. Hudson nodded in some embarrassment, and was admitted.
“I am Miss Canfield,” said the lady as she led the way into a room off the hall. “I apologise for having to let you in myself but we’ve had to dismiss our maid.”
“We’ve been having thefts!” said another young woman, pausing in her dusting. “Mabel’s jewellery and ornaments!”
“Florence!” said the young man lounging in the chair next to her.
Miss Canfield sighed. “This is my younger sister and brother.” She gestured to one side. “But here is the sagging wall that has been worrying us.”
Mrs. Hudson pretended to examine it closely. She leant in a little closer.
“You are missing jewellery, you say? Isn’t that something shining down by the skirting board?”
“Truly?”
Miss Canfield and her sister came forward, but Mr. Canfield got up and waved them out of the way.
“I’ll have a look, girls.”
He bent over.
And behind him his elder sister stifled a gasp.
“Reginald.”
Miss Canfield took a deep breath.
“Why do you have my knick-knacks stuffed down the back of your trousers?”
“And so the maid will be regaining her position,” reported Mrs. Hudson later, when she was once again in her normal garb. “Mr. Canfield admitted he’d been stealing his sister’s possessions in order to court a young lady.”
Holmes was beaming. “I knew you could do it, Mrs. Hudson.”
“Well done,” said Watson—genuinely, if somewhat grumpily.
Mrs. Hudson handed over a neatly folded bundle to Holmes. “So here is your costume safely returned.”
She turned to Watson.
“And you can take your hands out of your pockets now, Doctor.”
Mrs. Hudson proffered two strips of embroidered silk.
“Thank you for the loan of your braces.”
Wordcount: 499
Characters/Pairings: Mrs. Hudson, Sherlock Holmes, Dr. Watson, Original Characters
Rating: G
Warnings/Content: N/A
Author’s Notes: Written for the June 2016 Activity: writing a new story to fit two canon illustrations.
“Mrs. Hudson, I am certain you will do very well,” said Holmes.
Mrs. Hudson shifted in her chair, uncomfortable in the unfamiliar clothes. “But why do I have to go as a man, sir? Surely this disguise will fool no-one.”
“You look splendid!” Holmes glanced over at the Doctor. “Don’t you think Mrs. Hudson looks splendid, Watson?”
“Quite,” muttered Watson. He shoved his hands deeper into his pockets and hunched his shoulders.
Holmes frowned at him and turned back to Mrs. Hudson.
“It has to be a man. Whoever heard of a female builder! No, Mr. Canfield and his sisters believe that Mr. Hudson will be coming to look at their interior wall, and Mr. Hudson it must be!”
“Yes, sir.” Mrs. Hudson furrowed her brow. “But I don’t understand why you cannot carry out the plan as yourself. There seems no reason for subterfuge.”
Holmes gave a small smile. “I think it is probably best if the siblings believe they have found out the truth on their own without any interference from me.”
Mrs. Hudson sighed. “I understand.”
“Excellent!” Holmes beamed at her. “We shall see you later.”
Mrs. Hudson knocked at the door of The Briars, which was opened by a genteel young woman in an apron.
“Mr. Hudson?”
Mrs. Hudson nodded in some embarrassment, and was admitted.
“I am Miss Canfield,” said the lady as she led the way into a room off the hall. “I apologise for having to let you in myself but we’ve had to dismiss our maid.”
“We’ve been having thefts!” said another young woman, pausing in her dusting. “Mabel’s jewellery and ornaments!”
“Florence!” said the young man lounging in the chair next to her.
Miss Canfield sighed. “This is my younger sister and brother.” She gestured to one side. “But here is the sagging wall that has been worrying us.”
Mrs. Hudson pretended to examine it closely. She leant in a little closer.
“You are missing jewellery, you say? Isn’t that something shining down by the skirting board?”
“Truly?”
Miss Canfield and her sister came forward, but Mr. Canfield got up and waved them out of the way.
“I’ll have a look, girls.”
He bent over.
And behind him his elder sister stifled a gasp.
“Reginald.”
Miss Canfield took a deep breath.
“Why do you have my knick-knacks stuffed down the back of your trousers?”
“And so the maid will be regaining her position,” reported Mrs. Hudson later, when she was once again in her normal garb. “Mr. Canfield admitted he’d been stealing his sister’s possessions in order to court a young lady.”
Holmes was beaming. “I knew you could do it, Mrs. Hudson.”
“Well done,” said Watson—genuinely, if somewhat grumpily.
Mrs. Hudson handed over a neatly folded bundle to Holmes. “So here is your costume safely returned.”
She turned to Watson.
“And you can take your hands out of your pockets now, Doctor.”
Mrs. Hudson proffered two strips of embroidered silk.
“Thank you for the loan of your braces.”
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