Dec 1: Sherlock Holmes (ACD): Provoked
Dec. 1st, 2025 10:54 pmTitle: Provoked
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes (ACD)
Rating: Gen
Prompt: Day 1: dog with hat
Characters: Holmes & Watson & Toby the dog
Notes: Not exactly the photo but similar. Also for emotion100 prompt: provoked. H/c.
Summary: Toby helps Holmes see reason after the end of a grueling case on Christmas Eve.
Holmes’ expression softened at the sight of the pup who held a long nightcap, Holmes’ long nightcap, in his mouth.
“It’s a shot, Watson, and a good one. I’m provoked. Yes, decidedly, I’m provoked.”
“You give me no choice, Holmes. You won’t listen to reason, so I am forced to employ Toby as confederate. It’s Christmas Eve. The case is resolved. You haven’t slept in three days. Please, do everyone who cares for you a grand favour and rest.”
“Very well,” sighed Holmes. He took the nightcap from Toby’s lips and gave the pup an affectionate pat. “Happy Christmas, one and all.”
“We’ll see you on Boxing Day,” I replied as Holmes disappeared into his bedroom.
I nursed a brandy and pretended to study the fire until the noises from the other side of the door ceased.
“At last, Toby!” I clapped my hands together. “Now we can install Holmes’ new writing desk with some hope that it will be something of a surprise. Thank you so much for your assistance in the matter.”
“Woof, woof!”
“Yes, I’ve got some Irregulars standing by to aid in the process, including removal of the old desk. Oh, what a Happy Christmas, indeed!”
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes (ACD)
Rating: Gen
Prompt: Day 1: dog with hat
Characters: Holmes & Watson & Toby the dog
Notes: Not exactly the photo but similar. Also for emotion100 prompt: provoked. H/c.
Summary: Toby helps Holmes see reason after the end of a grueling case on Christmas Eve.
Holmes’ expression softened at the sight of the pup who held a long nightcap, Holmes’ long nightcap, in his mouth.
“It’s a shot, Watson, and a good one. I’m provoked. Yes, decidedly, I’m provoked.”
“You give me no choice, Holmes. You won’t listen to reason, so I am forced to employ Toby as confederate. It’s Christmas Eve. The case is resolved. You haven’t slept in three days. Please, do everyone who cares for you a grand favour and rest.”
“Very well,” sighed Holmes. He took the nightcap from Toby’s lips and gave the pup an affectionate pat. “Happy Christmas, one and all.”
“We’ll see you on Boxing Day,” I replied as Holmes disappeared into his bedroom.
I nursed a brandy and pretended to study the fire until the noises from the other side of the door ceased.
“At last, Toby!” I clapped my hands together. “Now we can install Holmes’ new writing desk with some hope that it will be something of a surprise. Thank you so much for your assistance in the matter.”
“Woof, woof!”
“Yes, I’ve got some Irregulars standing by to aid in the process, including removal of the old desk. Oh, what a Happy Christmas, indeed!”