Fic: Things Thought Lost: G
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holmes_minorTitle: Things Thought Lost
Wordcount: 358
Characters/Pairings: Holmes/Watson, Mrs Hudson, Holmes's parents (referred to).
Rating: G
Author's Notes: Holmes receives a delivery of some old possesions he thought had been lost.
Holmes and I were at breakfast one day when we were disturbed by a fuss at the door below. Voices, one of which was Mrs Hudson’s, were raised in argument. This was followed by an unceremonious thump and an indignant slam of the door.
“Mr Holmes,” Mrs Hudson called up the stairs, “You’ve had a large delivery.”
After exchanging a puzzled look, we descended the stairs. Sitting just inside the door was a large, substantial-looking chest. Attached to it was a label addressed to Holmes. We lugged it upstairs between us, then he removed the bindings surrounding it and opened it.
Turning to me as he removed an envelope sitting atop the other contents, he said, “This chest used to belong to me when I was a child. I used it to store things I wished to conceal from my father. I thought it had been lost.”
He opened the envelope, read the contents, then passed it to me.
Dear Sherlock,
I found this among some things in the attic and thought that you might like it back.
With love from,
Mother
He had begun to delve into the chest, removing items of knitting, stacks of letters secured with string, books, and sundry other articles. He greeted each new discovery like an old friend, joy clear on his face. There were two particular items, though, that he was clearly thrilled to find.
He held up a vest constructed of bandage and white cotton. “I made this when I was 14, John,” he explained. “I wanted to bind my chest more securely and safely.”
He looked wistful, and I gave him a squeeze. “Ever resourceful, darling,” I murmured, kissing his cheek.
He smiled. “I was proud of this too. Look.” He held up some white muslin, embroidered with his name thrice over. “I made this as an act of defiance against my governess. Mother was impressed and dismissed her shortly afterwards.” He laughed at the memory, his eyes sparkling.
“You menace,” I teased, poking him lightly in the ribs.
He gasped and giggled, before drawing me into a sweet kiss.
“Thank you for sharing this with me,” he murmured.
Wordcount: 358
Characters/Pairings: Holmes/Watson, Mrs Hudson, Holmes's parents (referred to).
Rating: G
Author's Notes: Holmes receives a delivery of some old possesions he thought had been lost.
Holmes and I were at breakfast one day when we were disturbed by a fuss at the door below. Voices, one of which was Mrs Hudson’s, were raised in argument. This was followed by an unceremonious thump and an indignant slam of the door.
“Mr Holmes,” Mrs Hudson called up the stairs, “You’ve had a large delivery.”
After exchanging a puzzled look, we descended the stairs. Sitting just inside the door was a large, substantial-looking chest. Attached to it was a label addressed to Holmes. We lugged it upstairs between us, then he removed the bindings surrounding it and opened it.
Turning to me as he removed an envelope sitting atop the other contents, he said, “This chest used to belong to me when I was a child. I used it to store things I wished to conceal from my father. I thought it had been lost.”
He opened the envelope, read the contents, then passed it to me.
Dear Sherlock,
I found this among some things in the attic and thought that you might like it back.
With love from,
Mother
He had begun to delve into the chest, removing items of knitting, stacks of letters secured with string, books, and sundry other articles. He greeted each new discovery like an old friend, joy clear on his face. There were two particular items, though, that he was clearly thrilled to find.
He held up a vest constructed of bandage and white cotton. “I made this when I was 14, John,” he explained. “I wanted to bind my chest more securely and safely.”
He looked wistful, and I gave him a squeeze. “Ever resourceful, darling,” I murmured, kissing his cheek.
He smiled. “I was proud of this too. Look.” He held up some white muslin, embroidered with his name thrice over. “I made this as an act of defiance against my governess. Mother was impressed and dismissed her shortly afterwards.” He laughed at the memory, his eyes sparkling.
“You menace,” I teased, poking him lightly in the ribs.
He gasped and giggled, before drawing me into a sweet kiss.
“Thank you for sharing this with me,” he murmured.
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Date: 2021-02-02 12:24 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2021-02-04 12:20 am (UTC)Also, I was very taken with the line: This was followed by an unceremonious thump and an indignant slam of the door. That's such a great piece of description ^__^
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Date: 2021-02-04 08:59 am (UTC)I thought it was important to have young Holmes taking charge of his own presentation, even if not everyone around him was supportive. And of course he had to have some of the family be on his team.
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Date: 2021-09-09 11:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2021-09-10 03:28 pm (UTC)