Fic: Red Columbine: PG

[okapi1895.livejournal.com]

Title: Red Columbine
Rating: PG
Length: 500
Content Notes: Retirementlock, Hurt/Comfort, nightmare, references to crime scene violence
Summary: In Sussex, Holmes's old fear surfaces.
Author's Note: For the Older Not Dead prompt: your dreams are trying to tell you something. And the May prompt: flowers. Plus, photos of the flowers that inspired the fic.

“You’ve journeyed for naught, Mister Holmes. No mystery here. Not a pleasant sight for a newcomer to our quiet corner, but I suppose you viewed bloodier in London.”

“Few such as this, Constable.”

“I didn’t do it,” says an elderly man in a suit jacket that looked a hundred years old. “She paid the errand boy to put fertilizer in my stew last spring. I almost died. And now this.” He sighed. “She’d have slit her throat if I hanged for it. And that’s just what she’s done.”

“Your wife?”

The man recoiled. “My wife’s a saint. She was a neighbour. All our lives”

“Constable, this blood, though considerable, is old. And the body, too.”

“Two weeks. She kept herself to herself. No one ventures this far off the main road. Let’s go, Mister Anther. Your feud with the deceased was well-known, if never-spoken. Look at that. Running for the door, she was, but where was she going to run to?”

Where was she going to run to?

The garden.

Irises for message. Evening primroses for inconstancy.

And red columbine for—

I wake, heart pounding. I ease out of bed, careful not to disturb my snoring companion. Wrapped in a dressing gown, shod in slippers, I shuffle to the back door.

I peer into the darkness, ears straining, until a voice behind me says,

“Holmes.”

“Watson, do you remember the affair of The Copper Beeches? The scattered houses meant beauty to you, but to me, only isolation and impunity for crimes committed therein.”

“Nightmare?”

I nod.

You sigh. “My only consolation is that you must be somewhat rested. These first days we’ve been too busy and too fatigued with the unpacking for your anxiety to surface. And I’m certain that the story that the lady who runs the lending library told us yesterday contributed.”

I stare, shudder. “Is my dream trying to tell me something, Watson?”

You press yourself to my back, curling your arms around me, and kiss my cheek. “Perhaps a sliver of something.”

“But what shall we do?” I ask helplessly.

“We shall get to know our neighbours and our neighbourhood, such that it is. We shall keep ourselves as alert and our new home as guarded as is prudent.”

“Perhaps a dog?”

“Perhaps a dog.”

“And we shall rest safe in each other’s arms and wake to the simple joys that this rustic life of ours affords. We shall pursue our curious hobbies in leisure and peace. We shall nap.”

I close my eyes and slump against you, allowing in your warmth and calm seep into me and still my trembling.

“Oh, Watson.”

“I shall endeavor to keep your fears at bay.”

“As only you can. But this garden, Watson. Iris for message. Evening primrose for inconstancy—”

“I am ripping out the red columbine in the morning. Anxiety and trembling, no. How about an arbor of climbing roses, instead? I’ve seen a lovely specimen called ‘New Dawn.’”

I took his hand in mine and squeezed. 

Comments

[ride-4ever.livejournal.com]

I don't know enough of the canon to know the significance of the Red Columbine, but your fic is intriguing.

[okapi1895.livejournal.com]

Thanks! No canon significance, but in the Victorian language of flowers, red columbine means 'anxiety and trembling' so it represents Holmes's fear.

[ride-4ever.livejournal.com]

Oh, interesting detail then, mixing the language of flowers and the language of dreams.

[thesmallhobbit.livejournal.com]

Lovely use of Holmes' reflections on The Copper Beeches. Only natural those ideas should pray on his mind, even if the previous gardener at their new house may have only considered the colour of the flowers rather than their meaning.

[okapi1895.livejournal.com]

Thanks! Yes, not everyone is steeped in the language of flowers as Holmes (or me at this point).

[hagstrom]

A dog is always a good idea, no matter what the problem is.

Lovely fic, I'm really glad those two ended up together, at least in here

[okapi1895.livejournal.com]

Ha! Yes. Watson starts and ends with a bull pup.

I think it's tragic that Doyle didn't have them living together in retirement. They do in my AU.

[debriswoman]

This is lovely...you have been so inventive with the flowers prompt.

[okapi1895.livejournal.com]

Thank you! Glad you liked them! I think I'm done, but then there's another week to go!

[scfrankles.livejournal.com]

“Watson, do you remember the affair of The Copper Beeches? The scattered houses meant beauty to you, but to me, only isolation and impunity for crimes committed therein.”

I love Watson's pragmatism and reassurance. Because of course the truth lies somewhere between these two views - Holmes and Watson can acknowledge the possibility of evil and prepare for it, without that meaning they can't enjoy the loveliness of the country too.

[okapi1895.livejournal.com]

Thank you! And I agree wholeheartedly with you. My father-in-law is Mister Anther. He suffered a near-fatal poisoning (pesticide in stew) by a farmhand and did a year in prison for crimes (he said) that he did not commit all on account of a local feud. So no one needs to convince me that the quiet countryside can be anything but peaceful.