Fic: Commonplace: G

[happyeverafter72]

Title: Commonplace
Wordcount: 197
Pairings: Holmes/Watson
Rating: G
Author’s Notes: Holmes reflects on his scrapbooking.


I sat at our kitchen table, updating my scrapbook. Scissors and a pot of paste lay near at hand, and my work area was bordered by a tidemark of off-cuts. Back in London, I had collected newspapers clippings and pictures of criminals. In their place now were pressed flowers, sketches, our favourite recipes, and maps showing walks we had enjoyed.
The click of the closing door behind me heralded the return of my Watson. He had been at work in the garden, weeding and planting.
“How are you getting on, love?” he asked before pressing a soft kiss to my temple.
I hummed my appreciation, then tipped my head up for a kiss on the lips. “I have almost finished,” I told him.
“Good.” He gave me a little squeeze. “I shall make us some tea.”
I nodded and he moved away. While he pottered around making the tea, I carefully cut out and pasted my final item. It was a sketch of Watson, done the last time we went to the beach.
My scrapbook has become a record of our lives here. We often call them commonplace books, but, to me, this is anything but commonplace.

Comments

[smallhobbit]

Nice to see Holmes continue with his pastimes.

[happyeverafter72]

I always think he'd keep some of them.

[debriswoman]

A warm little scene:-)

[happyeverafter72]

Thank you!

[stonepicnicking_okapi]

Excellent final line!

[apachefirecat]

Very sweet, and very fitting of these two honorable men!

[happyeverafter72]

Thank you! I thought it suited them.

[scfrankles]

That is a beautiful last line. And I'm also very taken with ...my work area was bordered by a tidemark of off-cuts. It's a lovely bit of description.

[happyeverafter72]

Thank you so much!