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I am offering fanfiction of at least 1,000 words for [livejournal.com profile] help_pakistan in either the Criminal Minds or Sherlock Holmes fandoms.

My offering can be found here.

Think about donating and/or offering for this worth cause.

Thanks so much.
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Drabble (exactly 100 words) for my Drabble Meme (still taking requests, btw).

Written for [livejournal.com profile] sherlock2040 who requested Sherlock Holmes/John Watson - prompt: 'penguin', 'marshmallow' and 'sheep'

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“Of course, the penguin gave him away.”

“Now I know you’re making this up, Holmes. There is no way there was a penguin in the sheep field.”

“Watson, have some faith. The penguin had escaped and run wild.”

“Don’t you mean waddled wild? Really Holmes.”

“Why would I fabricate my tale?”

“To make me crazed?”

“If that was my goal, Watson, I would do that thing with my tongue.”

“Promises, promises. You—mmmm. Oh yes, do that thing with your tongue again.”

“Watson.”

“Yes.”

“You taste like marshmallow.”

“Good. Come here and have desert.”

“What a splendid idea, dear fellow.”
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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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I don't know if anyone would be interested, but I posted an offer in [livejournal.com profile] help_haiti. I'm offering to write fic(s) of at least 1,000 words in exchange for Haitan relief donations.

See Here.

Offering fics in Sherlock Holmes, Criminal Minds, and Harry Potter fandoms.

And y'all know I'm a slasher at heart, so pairings offered are Holmes/Watson (or Lestrade with them, I'm easy), Hotch/Reid (but I'll consider other Crim Minds pairings), Snape/Harry, and Snape/Lupin (it's been a while since I did any real HP writing, so I might be a wee bit rusty in that fandom).

While it seems (really) strange to ask for money, the minimum bid is $10. But it is for a good and necessary cause. And this is a good way to kick start myself into writing again.
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Title: The Unbeatable Pair
Author: Daylyn
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes
Pairing: Holmes/Watson (implied pre-slash (if you squint))
Warning: Some angst, some arguing
Rating: PG
Word Count: 2,223
Disclaimer: Not mine, although actually in the public domain. No profit is intended.

Summary: Soon after Holmes’ return, an escaped criminal comes looking for Watson.

Author’s Note: Written for the [livejournal.com profile] watsons_woes Challenge 006. Written rather hurriedly, but I had the idea and I wanted to ensure that I posted it in time for the challenge. I realized that I haven’t actually written any fic in about three months. Damn you RL and feelings of being overwhelmed. However, while doing this I remembered how much I love writing this pairing, so maybe I’ll get my ass back in gear and write some more.


The Unbeatable Pair
By Daylyn


It had been a little over a week since Sherlock Holmes’ miraculous “return” and I was, to be honest, still reeling from the implications. To discover that Holmes was not, in fact, dead was a thing of wonder. To discover that he had not trusted me, however, was a cause of bitter hurt. I must admit that these two conflicting emotions were dueling within me, causing me no end of confusion.

I was avoiding Holmes. I knew that. I also knew that if he took one look at me, he would know it too.

My last patient had just left for the day. I poured myself a brandy and tried to decide what I should do.

The decision was taken away from me by a loud knocking at my door. I was quite surprised when the maid admitted both Holmes and Inspector Lestrade.

“Gentlemen,” said I, rising. “To what do I owe this—”

“Thank goodness you’re here, Doctor,” Lestrade exclaimed.

“Why wouldn’t I be? What’s going on?” I demanded.

“It seems that the police have misplaced a prisoner,” Holmes said bitingly. “Lestrade insisted that you be brought in on the investigation, although I informed him that you were obviously quite busy as you had not been around since I’ve been back.”

Before I could even formulate a reply, Lestrade said, “It’s Pennington from the Molesey Mystery, Doctor. He’s escaped.”

I sat down heavily. “I see.”

“Lestrade, I am perfectly able to assist you with this blunder without the good Doctor’s help,” Sherlock Holmes said. “There was no reason to bother him.”

Although my mind was a whirl of confusion, I realized that Holmes was peeved with my absence this past week. I did not know whether I should laugh, cry, or punch him. All options seemed viable.

“I did not come to you for your assistance, Mr. Holmes,” Lestrade explained. “I came to you because I thought Dr. Watson might be there. You see, Pennington is coming after him.”
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Title: Echoes of the Past
Author: Daylyn
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes (in the 22nd Century)
Pairing: Holmes/Watson (from the past)
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine and no profit is intended.

Summary: The 22nd century had more changes than Holmes realized, including allowing men to marry each other. Holmes’ memories stray to the past and his relationship with Watson.

Author’s Note: )

Echoes of the Past
By Daylyn


We were running after Martin Fenwick, Professor Moriarty’s 22nd century henchman, chasing him through a hotel lobby. Inspector Beth Lestrade of New Scotland Yard was shooting at him with her vaporizer, yelling out her ineffective order to stop. I had not decided if her great-great-great – however far removed he was – ancestor would be proud or appalled by her behavior. People were diving to the floor in order to avoid the blasts. I was always a bit astonished at the low casualty rate that we incurred, especially since we were far from cautious in our chase.

Watson, robot Watson that is, was bringing up the rear, scanning for any additional Moriarty accomplices. I saw Fenwick quickly dart into one of the grand ballrooms.

“That way,” I cried and ran toward the room. Lestrade and Watson were close behind.

We burst into the room and found ourselves in the midst of a wedding ceremony. The guests scattered as they saw Lestrade’s weapon.

“Where is he?” she demanded. The guests looked bewildered.

I checked the door, and then noticed a slight passageway off to the right. There was another door which led back into the lobby. Fenwick had obviously given us the slip. Again.

Beth Lestrade looked at the hallway. “Damn!” she cried.

I quite agreed with her.

The wedding guests were looking at us curiously. I smiled in my most charming manner and turned toward them. “Our sincere apologies,” I said soothingly. I looked toward the front of the room. “Best wishes on your nuptials.”

It was then that I observed the happy couple more closely and I realized that the vows that were about to be exchanged were between two men.

I felt my knees go weak.
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Title: August 1918: Renewal
Author: Daylyn
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes
Pairing: Holmes/Watson
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Not mine, although actually in the public domain. No profit is intended.

Summary: Four years into the Great War, as influenza begins to sweep the land, Watson receives a visitor.

Author’s Note: This is a sequel to August 1912: Separation, August 1914: Reunion, and August 1916: Desolation, and is the fourth in a 5-part series titled The August Series, which captures moments in time, every other August, from 1912 to 1920 (from the time Holmes leaves for America through the aftermath of the World War I).

I finally finished this chapter. Now I know why I don't do WIP's -- it takes me forever to update. Sorry!


August 1918: Renewal
By Daylyn


The young man finally stopped coughing. I handed him a cloth and patted him on the shoulder. “Here you go, Johnson.”

He tried to smile. “Thank you, Dr. Watson.”

“You’re doing remarkably well,” said I as encouragingly as possible.

Both of our eyes darted to the empty bed next to him where a fellow soldier from his unit had succumbed to the dreaded Spanish influenza the night before.

“I hope so,” he whispered. I could hear the fear in his voice.

I did not like to make predictions, especially with a man’s life. I felt confident that young Johnson would recover, but there were too many complications and too much could go wrong. Besides, I had been wrong before. So I patted his shoulder again.

I felt utterly ineffectual.

My weariness threatened to overwhelm me. We had been fighting the flu for so many months now and with such limited success. I was also exhausted, I knew, both from my current 24 hour stint in the hospital as well as the four years of slogging through the War itself. I took a deep, steadying breath and then forced myself to turn my attention back to the young soldier before me.

“I am sorry to bother you, Dr. Watson,” the night nurse said as she interrupted my examination. “But there is a gentleman here to see you.”

I glanced to door that she indicated and there, standing at the entrance to the ward, was a tall, thin man whose dark hair had gone grey. He was wearing a surgical mask, as was required of anyone who was entering this flu-infested ward. I recognized him nonetheless. My heart gave a little beat.

I swallowed around the sudden dryness in my mouth as the bright grey eyes of Sherlock Holmes met my own from across the room.
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I finished the drabbles/ficlets from my meme. Woo hoo! They range in length from 100 to 350 words (basically, whatever came out of my head at the spur of the moment). Enjoy!

Watson and women (Holmes POV) )

Beachy old Holmes/Watson )

Young Holmes/Watson: “to watch” )

Harry Potter / Sherlock Holmes crossover )

Holmes/Watson and a little bit of mystery with veratiserum from HP universe )

Holmes/Watson: springtime )
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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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Title: August 1916: Desolation
Author: Daylyn
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes
Pairing: Holmes/Watson
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Not mine, although actually in the public domain. No profit is intended.

Summary: During the height of the Great War, Watson writes a letter.

Author’s Note: This is a sequel to August 1912: Separation, and August 1914: Reunion, and is the third in a 5-part series titled (unoriginally) The August Series, which will capture moments in time, every other August, from 1912 to 1920 (from the time Holmes leaves for America through the aftermath of the Great War).



August 1916: Desolation
By Daylyn


Netley, 20 August, 1916

My Dear Holmes,

I sit here, in my stark, small room, on a balmy summer night, composing yet another letter to you. I imagine that you would smile bemusedly at my behavior, since I write to you although I have no idea where you are. I have seen neither hide nor hair of you for these past two years, nor heard a word of your whereabouts. Yet there is a part of me that knows you are alive. I shall add this letter to the collection that I keep, a chronicle of sorts at my time here at Netley Hospital. Who knows? Perhaps one day I shall even have the courage to give these letters to you, and you can again shake your head in bemusement at my fanciful writings.

The hospital continues its gruesome work of treating the wounded, and I fear that a sense of despair pervades the halls as this grotesque war continues. I am still amazed, when I have time to think, that is, that I am ending my military career here at Netley, the same place it all began. Although when I was a freshly-minted (and unbelievable naïve) army surgeon, I had not realized the extent of the problems associated with the Royal Victoria Military Hospital, to give it its formal name. It was merely a place to receive my training and head out to far more exciting locales. Yes, I was young and foolish in those days, Holmes.
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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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Title: August 1914: Reunion
Author: Daylyn
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes
Pairing: Holmes/Watson
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Not mine, although actually in the public domain. No profit is intended.

Summary: Holmes returns to Watson’s life on the eve of the war.

Author’s Note: This is a sequel to August 1912: Separation, and is the second in a 5-part series titled (unoriginally) The August Series, which will capture moments in time, every other August, from 1912 to 1920 (from the time Holmes leaves for America through the aftermath of the Great War. (And yes, I have plans for the other three parts; now I just need to write them)).



August 1914: Reunion
Part 2 of the August Series
By Daylyn

I could barely contain my excitement when I received the wire.

Watson

Meet me at Harwich Station on 2 August with the car.
The game is still afoot.

[signed] Altamont


I smiled broadly, for it was obvious that Altamont was an alias for my dearest friend, Sherlock Holmes, returning to England after two years of secret work in America. I also rejoiced because he wished me to participate in whatever grand scheme he was planning.

I felt that twenty years of my life had just melted away, and I was transported back to the old days of our time in Baker Street. I was almost giddy with anticipation.

I informed my wife that I had business and may be away for a day or so. She looked at me suspiciously, but did not question me, for which I was grateful. After all, it was not that unusual for a doctor to spend significant time with a patient. Still believing that Holmes was in America, she had no inkling as to the true nature of my business.

I did, I admit, feel a sharp pang of guilt over my deception. Her dislike of Holmes was legendary; she had never forgiven him for my being shot during the matter of the three Garridebs. I fear that her resentment ran deeper, to an almost jealous competition for my affections. But I had never missed a direct summons from Sherlock Holmes to assist him on a case in over thirty years of our partnership, and I was not about to start.
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Just a few drabbles, inspired by the Valentine's Day Drabble (and Ficlet) Writing over on the Holmesslash Yahoo!Groups.

One is about Psycho!Mycroft (Sherlock's brother, who is too much fun to write as being dangerously nasty, even if he isn't at all appropriate for Valentine's Day). Exactly 100 words.


"I know how my brother intends to escape your clutches, leaving you caught instead."

"How much?"

"Not every man can be purchased, Mr. Moriarty."

"Every man has a price, Mr. Holmes."

I gave a tight smile. We understood each other. "Sherlock will be traveling with the Doctor, who is not to be harmed."

His lips pursed. "That may be unavoidable."

"No. You must find a way. I insist."

"Do you want him brought to you?"

"Unnecessary. He will be quite easy to… manipulate… once my brother is gone."

"Done."

I laid bare Sherlock's plans, salivating in anticipation of my own.
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And the other uses the prompts of slush, Mycroft, and pantaloons (although not particularly well, but hey, at least there are no psycho siblings). A schmaltzy double drabble (200 words).


I trudged through the slush. Mycroft had provided me with the answer yet again—`Well, if his pantaloons were as you say, then his assailant must have had an accomplice.' The fact that two men were involved significantly reduced the list of suspects and—

I stopped abruptly as I saw Watson making his way through the foul weather. He limped slightly, the dampness obviously bothering his wound.

I caught up with him and linked my arm with his. His smile of delight upon seeing me made my knees slightly weak. I wondered how he could affect me so.

"Holmes! How is everything with the case?"

"Nearly complete, my dear Watson. A few more enquiries and I believe we will have a successful resolution."

"Wonderful."

"Where are you heading to on a night such as this, Watson?"

He flushed slightly. "I was going to the tobacconist."

"Weren't you there just yesterday?" I asked, puzzled.

"Yes, but you are almost out of your strong shag. I wanted to make sure you had some on hand in case you were dealing with a two pipe problem."

The cold outside could in no way compete with the warmth I felt at my friend's care.
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*yawn* Off to bed for me now.
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Title: August 1912
Author: Daylyn
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes
Pairing: Holmes/Watson
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine, although actually in the public domain. No profit is intended.

Summary: Holmes says good-bye before leaving for America.

Author’s Note: Well, in honor of Sherlock Holmes’s birthday, and my New Year’s resolution to actually write more, I finished this piece of angst that has been mulling around in my head for the past month or so. Poor Sherlock—it’s his birthday, and I make him suffer.


August 1912: Separation
By Daylyn

I sat at my desk, reviewing my files, when there was a knock at the door and the maid stepped in.

“I’m sorry, Doctor,” said she, “but there is a gentleman here who insists upon seeing you.”

“Tell him to make an appointment,” said I, knowing that I had little time before my next patient’s arrival and I then had to go on rounds.

“I did, sir. But he was most adamant. He insisted that you were the only one who could help him and that he had to see you immediately.”

“It will only take a few moments, Doctor, but there is no other who can assist me,” said a wizened, deformed old man, with white hair and a sharp face. He was carrying several volumes of books. The maid looked on in horror as he made his way into my consulting room.

“It’s quite all right, Betsy,” I said to her, dismissing her from the room. “I’ll see this gentleman now. Just ask Mrs. Fitzgerald to wait a few moments when she arrives.”

“If you’re certain, Doctor.”

I smiled at her. She gave a little curtsey and a bewildered look, then left the room.

I turned to my new patient. “What are you doing here, Holmes?”
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Title: Christmas Plans
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes
Pairing: Holmes/Watson (pre-slash)
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine, although actually in the public domain. No profit is intended.

Summary: Watson’s plans for Christmas go awry when he finds himself sick.

Author’s Note: HAPPY NEW YEAR! I come bearing… um… a Christmas gift. *smiles sheepishly*

Well, you see, one of my resolutions is to write more and to actually finish what I started. I began this a few weeks ago as a Christmas fic, but did not quite finish it on time. So, hoping that the old adage ‘better late than never’ is indeed true, I am posting it now.

The inspiration was a surprise stomach flu that I suffered a few weeks before Christmas. That’s probably why the story is kind of sentimental and schmaltzy.

Anyway, here’s wishing everyone a very happy new year!



Christmas Plans
By Daylyn


My first Christmas at Baker Street was also my first Christmas back in England after many years. I had left for the army in 1878 and had been abroad ever since. Christmas in the army, while observed, was hardly a festive affair. For Christmas the previous year, 1880, I had been on a transport ship heading back home and still recovering from my wartime injuries. I do not even think that I noticed when Christmas day came and went, having been wrapped up in my own private misery at the time.

As a result of the past several years, it had been some time since I celebrated the holiday season properly. It is an interesting phenomenon that once you stop following a tradition, it is actually quite difficult to get back into the mindset. As such, I found myself in December 1881 feeling melancholy, out-of-sorts, and completely disinterested in the upcoming festivities.

Our landlady, Mrs. Hudson, had decorated our cozy rooms with the traditional Christmas trimmings, but they, to be honest, failed to stir my heart. I had to admit that my flat-mate, Mr. Sherlock Holmes, also seem equally unmoved by the season. I privately considered that his lack of interest had to do with his singular focus on crime. If Christmas had led to a criminal spree, he would have been all atwitter.
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Title: Living with Ghosts
Author: Daylyn
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes
Pairing: Holmes/Watson
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Not mine, although actually in the public domain. No profit is intended.
Warnings: AU (Sherlock Holmes is a ghost); Character Death (um… Sherlock Holmes is a ghost).

Summary: Watson remembers.

Author’s Note: Many (many) months ago, [livejournal.com profile] nlr_alicia said that she wanted to read something along the lines of The Ghost and Mrs. Muir, but with Holmes and Watson. This story immediately popped into my head. I could see it all, from beginning to end. It just took me a while to write it.

Sadly, Alicia seems to have disappeared from the fandom. I do hope she comes back someday, and reads the story she inspired.

Thanks to my beta reader [livejournal.com profile] the_callum for all the editing, comments, suggestions, and encouragement. You rock, my twin!



Living with Ghosts
By Daylyn

I could hear the familiar din of hospital sounds as I lay in the stark, sterile bed. My labored breathing echoed through the dark ward. Sleep was elusive. I lay there, my mind racing, as thoughts and memories danced through my head.

The night nurses were speaking quietly, their voices an almost soothing lull. I realized with a start that they were discussing me.

“Oh yes, that’s Dr. Watson,” one of them was saying. “I remember him from when I first started working here at St. Bart’s. He was always very kind to the staff, as I recall. Of course, I think he was pretty close to retiring from practice around that time. It was right after the War, you know.”

“Dr. Watson,” said the other nurse, who sounded younger. “Why does that name sound familiar? Was he well known here at the hospital?”

“Not really,” said the first. “He was really better known for his work as a police surgeon, and he had a private practice too, I believe. However, it is a little known fact that he was the real author of all those Sherlock Holmes tales.”

“That’s where I heard the name!” the second one exclaimed. “I read those stories when I was young. I hadn’t known that Dr. Watson was a real person. Was Holmes real too?”

“I believe so. But he had died years and years earlier. Most of the accounts were fiction, written to honor his friend.”

“I didn’t know that. Did Holmes die like that one story said—at that waterfall in… Switzerland, I think it was?”

“No, that wasn’t it. I think he actually survived that like the stories said. But he died soon after his return to England. Sorry, I really don’t remember.”

Their voices drifted onto another topic, but their words lingered like a stab wound, painful and poignant. Holmes. Dying.

I remembered.
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As recc'd by the wonderful [livejournal.com profile] cs_whitewolf, who found it on the jamesmoranblog.

As James notes:
"Now, I am of the opinion that the Jeremy Brett version of Sherlock Holmes is the definitive portrayal. The Granada series is superb, I have the box set of the entire series, including the feature length ones, and it's just fantastic. However, you can always improve on a classic, with the simple addition of pasty white blokes rapping. This just makes me fall about in hysterics, and for several days this has been the funniest thing in the world for me. Sorry, but I'm very childish."

I couldn't have said it better myself.

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