Fic: Valentine's Day: PG
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holmes_minorTitle: Valentine's Day
Form/Wordcount: 379
Characters/Pairings: Dr John Watson, Mr Sherlock Holmes, Mrs Hudson
Rating: PG
Warnings/Content: Broom cupboard 'verse on Valentine's Day
When I came into 221 Baker Street one cold February morning I spotted a card which had been pushed through the door. Eagerly I bent down and retrieved it, since I hoped it would be for me. However, I was disappointed to find Holmes’ name of the envelope. Then, going upstairs, I met Holmes on his way down.
“I thought I heard the post,” he explained.
I was surprised; Holmes never normally bothers about fetching the post, preferring to wait for either Mrs Hudson or I to go for it.
“It was for you,” I said rather grumpily. “Although what you make of it I have no idea. The handwriting is very badly formed; you know it could almost have been disguised.”
I passed the card over. Holmes took the merest glance and then rushed to his room with it.
I followed him more slowly and called out, “Is everything all right, Holmes?”
“Yes, yes,” he replied. He emerged from his room looking slightly flushed. “It was nothing important.”
I would have said more, but at that moment Mrs Hudson arrived, bearing another card.
“I think this must be for you,” she said. “Bessie gave it to me. The handwriting was so bad, practically disguised in fact; she could only read the S-O-N on it. However, I know no-one who signs themselves ‘Your Bolster’.”
“Good heavens,” I said. “How very strange.” I snatched the card from her hand and hurried up to my own room, from which I emerged rather flushed somewhat later.
On my return downstairs I discovered a note from Mrs Hudson which said: In view of the date, I have added a further padlock and chain to the broom cupboard. Please do not attempt to remove them.
Not long afterwards I heard someone knocking on the front door. As I descended the stairs to answer it I noticed the padlock and chain lying on the floor. I let Lestrade in and we headed back up to 221B, ignoring the various noises which were coming from within the broom cupboard. I did wonder whether we should investigate, but he assured me he was not on duty and therefore not obliged to do so. Besides which, I felt an urgent need to check the properties of my bolster.
Form/Wordcount: 379
Characters/Pairings: Dr John Watson, Mr Sherlock Holmes, Mrs Hudson
Rating: PG
Warnings/Content: Broom cupboard 'verse on Valentine's Day
When I came into 221 Baker Street one cold February morning I spotted a card which had been pushed through the door. Eagerly I bent down and retrieved it, since I hoped it would be for me. However, I was disappointed to find Holmes’ name of the envelope. Then, going upstairs, I met Holmes on his way down.
“I thought I heard the post,” he explained.
I was surprised; Holmes never normally bothers about fetching the post, preferring to wait for either Mrs Hudson or I to go for it.
“It was for you,” I said rather grumpily. “Although what you make of it I have no idea. The handwriting is very badly formed; you know it could almost have been disguised.”
I passed the card over. Holmes took the merest glance and then rushed to his room with it.
I followed him more slowly and called out, “Is everything all right, Holmes?”
“Yes, yes,” he replied. He emerged from his room looking slightly flushed. “It was nothing important.”
I would have said more, but at that moment Mrs Hudson arrived, bearing another card.
“I think this must be for you,” she said. “Bessie gave it to me. The handwriting was so bad, practically disguised in fact; she could only read the S-O-N on it. However, I know no-one who signs themselves ‘Your Bolster’.”
“Good heavens,” I said. “How very strange.” I snatched the card from her hand and hurried up to my own room, from which I emerged rather flushed somewhat later.
On my return downstairs I discovered a note from Mrs Hudson which said: In view of the date, I have added a further padlock and chain to the broom cupboard. Please do not attempt to remove them.
Not long afterwards I heard someone knocking on the front door. As I descended the stairs to answer it I noticed the padlock and chain lying on the floor. I let Lestrade in and we headed back up to 221B, ignoring the various noises which were coming from within the broom cupboard. I did wonder whether we should investigate, but he assured me he was not on duty and therefore not obliged to do so. Besides which, I felt an urgent need to check the properties of my bolster.
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