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Fic: Partings
Jun. 2nd, 2007 12:34 amTitle: Partings
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daylyn
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes
Pairing: SH/JW
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Not mine, although actually in the public domain. No profit is intended.
Summary: The day of Watson’s wedding leads to revelations and separations.
Author’s Note: Written for the Holmesslash Yahoo Group Friday Fives: SCAN challenge – Five reasons Watson stayed away from Baker St. at the beginning of A Scandal in Bohemia. I don’t know if this ficlet contains five reasons, but it certainly contains angst.
Partings
My footsteps were leaden as I walked down the street. Baker Street. Of all the streets in London, my feet had reluctantly taken me here. And they stopped, almost as if by their own accord, in front of my former home at 221B.
I hadn’t been here since that dreadful… I mean wonderful… day of my marriage, the last time I had set eyes on my former friend and companion, Mr. Sherlock Holmes. On that fateful day, I entered our sitting room, dressed in my finest clothes and anticipating my happy event. I thought that nothing could put a damper on my fine mood. I was wrong.
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Author:
daylynFandom: Sherlock Holmes
Pairing: SH/JW
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Not mine, although actually in the public domain. No profit is intended.
Summary: The day of Watson’s wedding leads to revelations and separations.
Author’s Note: Written for the Holmesslash Yahoo Group Friday Fives: SCAN challenge – Five reasons Watson stayed away from Baker St. at the beginning of A Scandal in Bohemia. I don’t know if this ficlet contains five reasons, but it certainly contains angst.
Partings
My footsteps were leaden as I walked down the street. Baker Street. Of all the streets in London, my feet had reluctantly taken me here. And they stopped, almost as if by their own accord, in front of my former home at 221B.
I hadn’t been here since that dreadful… I mean wonderful… day of my marriage, the last time I had set eyes on my former friend and companion, Mr. Sherlock Holmes. On that fateful day, I entered our sitting room, dressed in my finest clothes and anticipating my happy event. I thought that nothing could put a damper on my fine mood. I was wrong.
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