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holmes_minorTitle: In Covent Garden
Author: gardnerhill
Form/Wordcount: 300
Characters/Pairings: Holmes and Watson, and some others.
Rating: G
Warnings/Content: Crossover. Crack.
Summary: Tell ME George Bernard Shaw didn’t have those two in mind when he created HIS two.
Author’s Notes: For the Holmes Minor February 2018 prompt: Violet.
The summer rain came down in sheets as people huddled for shelter in St. Paul’s portico.
“Buy a flower off a poor girl, Captain?” implored a bedraggled young woman, holding out bunches of purple blooms from her wet basket.
“I’ve got this, old man,” Watson told the fellow beside him. He was older than Watson but also bore the stamp of military service and carried more of an air of authority; this chap had been a colonel, at least, when he was discharged. The doctor laughed. “And I really was a Captain so it’s more fitting!” He turned to engage the flower-seller, fumbling in his pocket for a few tuppences.
Two other men stood back, watching the minor drama (which also involved an upper-class woman and two younger people, likely her offspring, squabbling with the indignant miss over some trampled violets). One man scribbled notes in an odd shorthand. “I can place her within a block of her birthplace, with that dialect,” he said. “Perhaps you’ve read some of my monographs on English phonetics.”
Holmes nodded. “I perceive that her mother has died recently – typhus, most likely. Her father is a wastrel; this child is the true breadwinner of her family, such as it is.” An indignant wail like a scalded Cockney cat made him wince. “She is in no fear of following her mother; she has the constitution of a draught-horse.”
“Ghastly accent,” the scribbler said, not looking up from his notes. “Yet the power of language is such that if I trained that Lissen Grove dialect out of her I could present her to society as a member of the royal family in less than a year.”
“If you do so, I will be happy to read your monograph upon that undertaking,” Holmes said.
“Oh, pshaw,” said Higgins.
Author: gardnerhill
Form/Wordcount: 300
Characters/Pairings: Holmes and Watson, and some others.
Rating: G
Warnings/Content: Crossover. Crack.
Summary: Tell ME George Bernard Shaw didn’t have those two in mind when he created HIS two.
Author’s Notes: For the Holmes Minor February 2018 prompt: Violet.
The summer rain came down in sheets as people huddled for shelter in St. Paul’s portico.
“Buy a flower off a poor girl, Captain?” implored a bedraggled young woman, holding out bunches of purple blooms from her wet basket.
“I’ve got this, old man,” Watson told the fellow beside him. He was older than Watson but also bore the stamp of military service and carried more of an air of authority; this chap had been a colonel, at least, when he was discharged. The doctor laughed. “And I really was a Captain so it’s more fitting!” He turned to engage the flower-seller, fumbling in his pocket for a few tuppences.
Two other men stood back, watching the minor drama (which also involved an upper-class woman and two younger people, likely her offspring, squabbling with the indignant miss over some trampled violets). One man scribbled notes in an odd shorthand. “I can place her within a block of her birthplace, with that dialect,” he said. “Perhaps you’ve read some of my monographs on English phonetics.”
Holmes nodded. “I perceive that her mother has died recently – typhus, most likely. Her father is a wastrel; this child is the true breadwinner of her family, such as it is.” An indignant wail like a scalded Cockney cat made him wince. “She is in no fear of following her mother; she has the constitution of a draught-horse.”
“Ghastly accent,” the scribbler said, not looking up from his notes. “Yet the power of language is such that if I trained that Lissen Grove dialect out of her I could present her to society as a member of the royal family in less than a year.”
“If you do so, I will be happy to read your monograph upon that undertaking,” Holmes said.
“Oh, pshaw,” said Higgins.
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Date: 2018-02-02 11:03 pm (UTC)I love the elegant way you've slotted Holmes and Watson into this scene. And I love that last line ^___^ (Whatever happened to Holmes' 'pshaws' I wonder...?)
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