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Title: Morning Train
Author: Daylyn
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes
Rating: G
Pairing: Holmes and Watson (or even Holmes/Watson)
Disclaimer: Not mine, although actually in the public domain. No profit is intended.

Summary: Watson finds himself on an early morning train on his birthday.

Author’s Note: Written for the wonderful [livejournal.com profile] janeturenne for her birthday. Hope you have a fabulous day!


Morning Train
By Daylyn


Watson found himself being shaken awake abruptly. His eyes flew open and Holmes was standing beside his bed. "Hurry up, Watson," Holmes exclaimed. "We must make the early morning train."

Watson groaned. "Why?"

"No time for unnecessary chatter, my dear fellow. We must be away at once. Pack a bag."

Watson was up and moving before he even realized what he was doing. "The things I do for you," he grumbled to himself.

"Hurry Watson," Holmes cried as he rushed from the room.

Watson washed his face and prepared to face the day.

A half hour later he found himself on train, heading out of London, with no clue as to where he was going or why.

"Do you want to share some details about this case, Holmes?" he groused. "Or shall I just remain in the dark as usual."

"Oh, there is no case, my dear Watson."
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Happy, happy birthday to [livejournal.com profile] cs_whitewolf! May you have an absolutely wonderful, awesome day (and wonderful, awesome year)!
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Happy Birthday to [livejournal.com profile] rabidsamfan! (hey, it may be late, but it's still your birthday here in California, for another 3 hours and 8 minutes anyway).

To celebrate, here's a little slice (of life) drabble in Baker Street:

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Holmes eyed the cake suspiciously. “Do you honestly believe that Watson is going to eat that… monstrosity?”

Mrs. Hudson suppressed a sigh (and a desire to hit her tenant with a pan). “The Doctor enjoys my baking efforts.”

“There is no reason to deluge Watson with that confectionary nightmare simply because it is his birthday.”

“Just because you are some sort of abnormality who loathes chocolate doesn’t mean that he has to suffer!”

Watson burst in the room. “I say, Holmes, have you seen—oh my! Chocolate cake!”

Watson immediately cut a slice as Holmes shuddered and Mrs. Hudson beamed.
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Happy Birthday to [livejournal.com profile] sherlock2040! I hope your day is fabulous!

I wrote you a Bert drabble (exactly 100 words). For those of you not in the know, Bert is a tea cup character created by [livejournal.com profile] sherlock2040 who inhabits the Sherlock Holmes universe and who has taken on a life of his own (in more ways than one).

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Bert surveyed his domain. The wind blew fiercely against the windows, but the fire was burning cheerfully, making the sitting room warm and cozy. Mrs. Hudson had fled screaming again as Bert had cuddled up to the tea pot, seeking its heat and comfort. Holmes was conducting another chemical experiment in an attempt to bring said tea pot to life. Watson was reading a story aloud, lulling Bert with his soothing dulcet tones as he conveyed the romantic and adventurous tale.

Bert sighed in utter contentment as he watched his little family. Life was good for a sentient tea cup.
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Title: Challenge
Author: Daylyn
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes
Pairing: Holmes/Watson
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Not mine, although actually in the public domain. No profit is intended.

Summary: Watson considers his relationship with Holmes.

Author’s Note: Happy Birthday to [livejournal.com profile] the_callum and [livejournal.com profile] kathie_d and to any other April Fools out there! I woke up with this in my head as a birthday gift. It’s… um… a bit schmaltzy.


Challenge
By Daylyn

I knew that being the lover of the world's only consulting detective would be a challenge. Mr. Sherlock Holmes was, if nothing else, rather fickle when it came to emotions. He would ignore me for days on end, bark a command at me and expect instant obedience, or leave me awaiting his arrival for hours at a time while he single-mindedly searched for some obscure clue on some obscure case.

The benefits of the relationship, however, far outweighed the difficulties. There were times when Holmes would spontaneously grab my arm, or introduce me as his friend and partner, or smile at me with an unexpected warmth. Those were the times when Holmes would convey his feelings far more effectively than any words he was never able to utter.

In the early days, I doubted my place in his heart and sincerely questioned my sanity in pursuing an amorous connection. His oftentimes abrupt and cold manner would leave me privately nursing a wounded ego and an even more wounded heart. Yet I came to realize that it was Holmes’ little gestures—acts which only I was ever a party to—that truly epitomized his sentiments. A hand on my shoulder, offering comfort. An unexpected rest when my old war wounds would ache. A warm brandy brought to my chair when I was too weary to rise. A kiss in a dark corner. These actions, and so many hundreds of others, indicated my friend’s true regard for me.

It was a challenge being the lover of the world’s only consulting detective, but the rewards were worth it, for only I glimpsed Holmes’ soul, filled as it was with pain, wonder, beauty, and, most importantly, love.
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY to [livejournal.com profile] the_callum

May you have a wonderful, fabulous, fantastic day and an even more wonderful, fabulous, fantastic year, my twin!
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Title: Another Birthday
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes
Pairing: Holmes/Watson
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Not mine, although actually in the public domain. No profit is intended.

Summary: Holmes forgets Watson’s birthday.

Author’s Note: Written for [livejournal.com profile] the_callum. Happy birthday, my dear, dear twin. May this be your best year ever! Even though life has been crazy, I couldn’t let the day pass without writing you a little something. Enjoy!


Another birthday

Another birthday, all alone.

It’s not as if I expected anything, really. But Holmes’ complete lack of acknowledgment was, if I was honest with myself, hurtful.

Holmes was hurrying out of our sitting room as I made my way to breakfast. “Watson,” he exclaimed, sounding rather breathless, “Lestrade just telegraphed. I must hurry.”

“Would you care for some company?” I asked hopefully, willing to forego my food for a new adventure.

“That’s hardly necessary,” said he in a rather condescending tone. “Good bye.” Then he rushed out the door without another word.

Mrs. Hudson was effusive in her warm birthday wishes, but I was quite upset by Holmes’ disregard. I tried telling myself that he was busy and that he had just forgotten in his haste and excitement over a new case. I tried telling myself that it did not bother me that he hadn’t said, ‘Have a nice birthday,’ on his way out.

I knew that I was lying to myself.
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Title: Birthday Wishes
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes
Pairing: Holmes/Watson
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine, although actually in the public domain. No profit is intended.

Summary: Watson’s birthday surprise for Holmes goes awry when Holmes is late.

Author’s Note: Written for [livejournal.com profile] elena_c’s birthday. Um… sorry it’s a day late (although technically it is still your birthday here in Los Angeles for another five three minutes). I know you said on Steph’s LJ that you wanted h/c and hand p0rn. Well… there’s a bit here, I suppose. Hope you had a wonderful birthday and have even more wonderful tomorrows. Enjoy!



Birthday Wishes

The surprise birthday dinner was now officially cold, the gravy congealed, the potatoes icy. I sighed.

The birthday cake went untouched. There was no sign of Holmes.

I couldn’t even bring myself to pick at the food. I glanced around our Baker Street rooms; the gaslights were set low, and most of the illumination came from the candlelight on the table, highlighting the perfect, uneaten dinner. The candles were slowly burning lower and lower, marking the passage of time. The tickets to tonight’s concert lay on Holmes’ chair, never to be used.

The Christmas decorations had been taken down, marking the end of Twelfth Night, and had been replaced by colorful streamers. A sign I had made, declaring, “Happy Birthday Holmes!” lay propped upon the mantel.

I sighed again and lay down upon the sofa. The one time I had actually managed to keep a secret from Holmes was, of course, the one time that he was nowhere to be found, his whereabouts unknown, his arrival unpredictable. Swallowing down my disappointment and ignoring my unfed stomach, I closed my eyes and drifted into an uneasy sleep.

I don’t know how long I rested, whether it was minutes or hours, but I awoke suddenly with the slam of the door announcing Holmes’ arrival. I honestly don’t know which of us was more surprised; him as he took in the changes to our rooms or me as I saw his bloodied and battered state.
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY to my amazing friend [livejournal.com profile] arrmaitee, who makes my life a whole hell of a lot more interesting and fun. You're the best, Arr! I would be lost without you. Hope you have a fantastic, fun-filled day.

And HAPPY BIRTHDAY to [livejournal.com profile] jamie2109 (since it's already her birthday in her part of the world). You are an absolutely wonderful person!
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