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holmes_minorTitle: Only Natural
Author: gardnerhill
Fandom: ACD
Pairing: Sherlock Holmes & John Watson
Word Count: 221b
Rating: G
Warning: Implied off-camera mayhem.
Summary: Some are jade-green; some are merely jaded.
Author's Notes: Written for the March 2022 Holmes Minor monthly prompt “green.”
***
I hadn’t seen a body this mangled since Maiwand. Thank God for the strong stomach I’d earned via the operating table and the battlefield. “At least this poor devil’s death was instant, Lestrade.” I indicated the severed head. “A clean unragged cut, no expression of pain on the corpse. This was very likely the first strike, and done with either a very sharp heavy sword or a machete.”
“That’s a mercy.” Lestrade’s face turned up in an icy smile. “Don’t think all the King’s horses and all the King’s men can help us here, Doctor.”
I flashed an iron grin at my colleague; this was another thing shared by police, soldiers and medical men the world round.
Constable Willis walked back into the crime scene, swiping a handkerchief over his mouth before stuffing it into a pocket. He had freckles on his nose, clearly visible on his very pale face.
“First murder, son?” I spoke before Lestrade could berate the lad.
“It’s horrible, Doctor,” he gasped.
“It is indeed. You can help us catch whoever did this.”
Willis nodded, blinking hard before facing his governor. “Sorry, sir. It won’t happen again.”
“Some never lose that ability to be shocked, Constable.” And I nodded over to where Sherlock Holmes staggered back into the room right after Willis, his face still faintly bilious.
Author: gardnerhill
Fandom: ACD
Pairing: Sherlock Holmes & John Watson
Word Count: 221b
Rating: G
Warning: Implied off-camera mayhem.
Summary: Some are jade-green; some are merely jaded.
Author's Notes: Written for the March 2022 Holmes Minor monthly prompt “green.”
***
I hadn’t seen a body this mangled since Maiwand. Thank God for the strong stomach I’d earned via the operating table and the battlefield. “At least this poor devil’s death was instant, Lestrade.” I indicated the severed head. “A clean unragged cut, no expression of pain on the corpse. This was very likely the first strike, and done with either a very sharp heavy sword or a machete.”
“That’s a mercy.” Lestrade’s face turned up in an icy smile. “Don’t think all the King’s horses and all the King’s men can help us here, Doctor.”
I flashed an iron grin at my colleague; this was another thing shared by police, soldiers and medical men the world round.
Constable Willis walked back into the crime scene, swiping a handkerchief over his mouth before stuffing it into a pocket. He had freckles on his nose, clearly visible on his very pale face.
“First murder, son?” I spoke before Lestrade could berate the lad.
“It’s horrible, Doctor,” he gasped.
“It is indeed. You can help us catch whoever did this.”
Willis nodded, blinking hard before facing his governor. “Sorry, sir. It won’t happen again.”
“Some never lose that ability to be shocked, Constable.” And I nodded over to where Sherlock Holmes staggered back into the room right after Willis, his face still faintly bilious.
