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Fic: Birthday Wishes
Dec. 8th, 2007 11:57 pmTitle: 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]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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The Christmas decorations had been taken down, marking the end of Twelfth Night, and had been replaced by colorful streamers.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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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
elena_c’s birthday. Um… sorry it’s a day late (although technically it is still your birthday here in Los Angeles for another 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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