Fic: Another Night Without
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holmes_minorTitle: Another Night Without
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes
Character/Pairing: Mrs. Hudson
Rating: G/K
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holmes_minor: Ne'er cast a clout till May be out
Warning(s): None
Word Count: 315
Date Written: 8 May 2018
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Doyle, not the author, and are used without permission.
The night is quiet as she slips into the apartment, unnoticed. She looks around, but things are just as she left them earlier that day and the day before and the day before that. Nothing has been disturbed. Not one single piece of paper has been moved. Her tenant’s pipe still lays where he left it, although she did clean the ash from beneath it a week ago.
Mrs. Hudson gives a great, heaving sigh. Things are nearly exactly as they left them; they are exactly as they were before. They have not slipped in without her notice, and they will not come home until they are able to. She will not miss their return. But . . . Will they come home?
She looks around her through a fit of tears and spies Sherlock’s deerstalker cap where he left it hanging. He hates the thing, but all the papers and novels being written about him always feature him in it. They claim it’s his thinking cap, but those who know Sherlock know that he needs no cap to make him think. Those who know him best, like herself and Doctor Watson, know he’s always thinking. Even when he’s sleeping the poor dear is scheming, his mind running faster than any other mind can begin to conceive.
He’s thinking of a way back to her, of a way back home. He must be! Her hands tremble slightly as she lifts the cap off of its hook and lays it on her own head. She tries to imagine what it must be like to be Sherlock, to have the sharpest mind ever known to mankind, but of course, she is but a simple landlady. In the end, she hangs the cap back up and leaves again, but not without another teary look around her. She’s a simple landlady who just wants her dear boys back home where they belong.
The End
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes
Character/Pairing: Mrs. Hudson
Rating: G/K
Challenge/Prompt:
holmes_minor: Ne'er cast a clout till May be outWarning(s): None
Word Count: 315
Date Written: 8 May 2018
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Doyle, not the author, and are used without permission.
The night is quiet as she slips into the apartment, unnoticed. She looks around, but things are just as she left them earlier that day and the day before and the day before that. Nothing has been disturbed. Not one single piece of paper has been moved. Her tenant’s pipe still lays where he left it, although she did clean the ash from beneath it a week ago.
Mrs. Hudson gives a great, heaving sigh. Things are nearly exactly as they left them; they are exactly as they were before. They have not slipped in without her notice, and they will not come home until they are able to. She will not miss their return. But . . . Will they come home?
She looks around her through a fit of tears and spies Sherlock’s deerstalker cap where he left it hanging. He hates the thing, but all the papers and novels being written about him always feature him in it. They claim it’s his thinking cap, but those who know Sherlock know that he needs no cap to make him think. Those who know him best, like herself and Doctor Watson, know he’s always thinking. Even when he’s sleeping the poor dear is scheming, his mind running faster than any other mind can begin to conceive.
He’s thinking of a way back to her, of a way back home. He must be! Her hands tremble slightly as she lifts the cap off of its hook and lays it on her own head. She tries to imagine what it must be like to be Sherlock, to have the sharpest mind ever known to mankind, but of course, she is but a simple landlady. In the end, she hangs the cap back up and leaves again, but not without another teary look around her. She’s a simple landlady who just wants her dear boys back home where they belong.
The End
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