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holmes_minor2016-07-08 02:36 pm
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Fic: Queen Bee: G
Title: Queen Bee
Form/Wordcount: 186 words
Characters/Pairings: Mrs. Hudson, Bessie (original character)
Rating: G
Warnings/Content: N/A
Author’s Notes: Written for the July 2016 prompt: Bees. (Also, I'm really sorry about the lack of commenting on LJ. Going to try and catch up a bit over the weekend.)
“What’s that you’re reading, Bessie?” asked Mrs. Hudson.
Her housemaid looked up from her book, and lifted it to show the cover.
“It’s all about bees! Mr. Holmes lent it to me. He says I can borrow any of his books, as long as I ask him first.”
Mrs. Hudson made a mental note to check that ‘any’ didn’t mean any.
“How kind of him,” she said out loud.
She smiled a little.
“You know, I’ve sometimes thought how nice it would be to live in a hive. I’d be the queen, of course. And you’d be my little worker bee, bringing me royal jelly. And Mr. Holmes and Dr. Watson being mere males would have to be content with being drones!”
Mrs. Hudson gazed happily off into the distance imagining it all.
Bessie furrowed her brow. “But Mrs. Hudson—wouldn’t that mean you had to have babies with Mr. Holmes and Dr. Watson?”
Mrs. Hudson’s expression became somewhat fixed.
A moment passed and then she turned back to Bessie.
“Perhaps, dear,” she said, “there’s a lot to be said for the current arrangement, after all.”
Form/Wordcount: 186 words
Characters/Pairings: Mrs. Hudson, Bessie (original character)
Rating: G
Warnings/Content: N/A
Author’s Notes: Written for the July 2016 prompt: Bees. (Also, I'm really sorry about the lack of commenting on LJ. Going to try and catch up a bit over the weekend.)
“What’s that you’re reading, Bessie?” asked Mrs. Hudson.
Her housemaid looked up from her book, and lifted it to show the cover.
“It’s all about bees! Mr. Holmes lent it to me. He says I can borrow any of his books, as long as I ask him first.”
Mrs. Hudson made a mental note to check that ‘any’ didn’t mean any.
“How kind of him,” she said out loud.
She smiled a little.
“You know, I’ve sometimes thought how nice it would be to live in a hive. I’d be the queen, of course. And you’d be my little worker bee, bringing me royal jelly. And Mr. Holmes and Dr. Watson being mere males would have to be content with being drones!”
Mrs. Hudson gazed happily off into the distance imagining it all.
Bessie furrowed her brow. “But Mrs. Hudson—wouldn’t that mean you had to have babies with Mr. Holmes and Dr. Watson?”
Mrs. Hudson’s expression became somewhat fixed.
A moment passed and then she turned back to Bessie.
“Perhaps, dear,” she said, “there’s a lot to be said for the current arrangement, after all.”