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Title: A Nice Chop
Rating: Gen
Length: 500
Notes: h/c; fluff; outsider POV
Summary: Bessie the housemaid learns about the new tenants on her first day at Baker Street.


“Oh, my dear!” exclaimed Mrs. Hudson. She gave a worried glance at the ceiling then rushed to Bessie’s side.

“I’m so sorry, Mrs. Hudson. I didn’t know—“

“My alarm was not for you, my dear. Your first day here I can hardly you expect to remember where all the pots and pans are—much less anticipate which ones make a dreadful racket when you pull them out in a certain order! Here, let me help you, my child. No, my anxiety was for Doctor Watson, one of the new tenants. He’s a war veteran, you see. Injured in Afghanistan, then took seriously ill afterwards. He’s recovering but loud, sudden noises rattle his shaken nerves. I doubt he got any sleep last night. I heard him pacing at all hours, the poor dear. He’s going to have a rough time of it here, I fear.”

“I shall try to be quiet.”
“So shall I, but some noise is unavoidable. And this isn’t a quiet location, is it? Central London, right on the street. And then there’s his fellow lodger.”

“Mister Holmes?”

“I fear he will be a source of disquietude, also, but…”


“I sense that he has already a grown a soft spot for the doctor, though if pressed, he’d never admit it aloud.”

“Soft spot?”

“Well, take last night. The doctor, twisting and turning in the bed—it makes the floorboards creak, you see—then giving a horrid shout, why it must have been half two in the morning. And then the groaning, then the pacing, and then…”


“I heard Mister Holmes playing his violin, really, the sweetest tune I’ve ever heard. It put me right to sleep; I hope it did the same for the doctor. Oh, here he comes.”

“Mrs. Hudson?”

“Yes, Mister Holmes? Oh, you needn’t have brought the breakfast tray yourself, I’ve got Bessie now.”

Mrs. Hudson shook her head as she took the tray and passed it to Bessie. “The doctor’s appetite,” she lamented.

“Yes, and so I wonder,” he bent and clasped her hands in his and asked in a low, urgent whisper, “might we have a nice chop for dinner?”

Mrs. Hudson nodded and added, “And the best parsnips I can find.”

He returned her conspirator’s smile, gave a cordial nod to Bessie, and turned.

“A nice chop?” said Bessie when he’d disappeared back up the stairs. “Why doesn’t he ask for a diamond ring?”

Mrs. Hudson opened her hands.

Bessie looked over Mrs. Hudson’s shoulder, then gasped at the coins in her cupped palms.

“He’s sold something,” said Mrs. Hudson. “A book. An article of clothing. Perhaps something even more dear.” Her eyes travelled back to the ceiling. “We shan’t dishonor the sacrifice, shall we, Bessie?”

“No ‘am. Best parsnips in London. With butter?”

“With butter,” said Mrs. Hudson, dropping the coins into her pocket. “Now, my dear, the breakfast tray…”

“Mrs. Hudson?”

“Yes, my dear, help yourself to the good doctor’s portion. He’d insist. So do I.”

Date: 2017-07-22 07:26 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thesmallhobbit.livejournal.com
Oh, this is lovely!

Date: 2017-07-23 01:40 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gardnerhill.livejournal.com
Lovely look at those early impoverished days. And I can see Holmes pawning his precious microscope to feed up the Doctor.

Date: 2017-07-23 07:03 pm (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] scfrankles.livejournal.com
I love Holmes' concern for Watson, and Mrs. Hudson's concern for Bessie. It's nice sometimes just to see people being kind to one another. And I love the way you write Bessie ^__^


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