Fic: The Bells, The Bells: G

[smallhobbit]

Title: Ring Out
Form/Word Count: 100
Characters/Pairing: Holmes & Watson
Rating: G
Warning/Content: Holmes is ailing

 

“Good afternoon, Quasimodo,” I said cheerfully to Holmes, when coming into our rooms and discovering him walking around almost bent double.

“What?” he groaned.

“You remember, the bell ringer from Victor Hugo’s Notre Dame de Paris.  ‘The bells, the bells!’  I assumed you were practising for a disguise.”

“No,” Holmes grumbled.  “I fear I have a slight touch of lumbago.”

I would have offered my assistance, but at that moment Mrs Hudson arrived with a tea tray. 

“Ah,” she said, “I see Quasimodo isn’t feeling any better yet.  Never mind, Mr Holmes, if you need anything just ring the bell.”

 

Comments

[stonepicnicking_okapi]

Oh my goodness!

[smallhobbit]

Hopefully Holmes will recover quickly!

[scfrankles]

Ah, that certain age... When you only have to lean over to pick something up and your back suddenly goes out ^___^ Poor Holmes ^____^

[smallhobbit]

Holmes is not amused and senses a lack of sympathy.

[gardnerhill]

Maybe Watson will cheer him up by dressing as Esmerelda and dancing for him.

[smallhobbit]

Perhaps. Do you think Mrs Hudson will lend him some beads?

[debriswoman]

Ah yes, Mrs H...tea and precious little sympathy:-p

[smallhobbit]

Quite. She no doubt believes he brought it on himself.

[dustbunny105]

Gotta love Watson and Mrs. Hudson teaming up to dunk on Holmes :D

[smallhobbit]

No sympathy whatsoever!