dec 23: Sherlock Holmes (ACD) gen
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adventdrabblesTitle: Baker Street at Christmas
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes (ACD)
Rating: Gen
prompt: day 23: Victorian Christmas
Summary: Two young ladies visit 221B
“One for you, my dear, and one for you, my dear, and a very Happy Christmas to you both.”
“Thank you, Doctor Watson,” sing-songed the girls as they accepted their cones of sweets. A few more compliments of the season, and they (and their gifts and treats) were being safely bundled in a cab with their chaperone-escort.
“What a delightful evening, Mrs. Hudson,” sighed Doctor Watson. In the doorway, he stood beside his landlady waving as the cab disappeared. When it had vanished from sight, he and Mrs. Hudson fled the December cold and went back inside 221 Baker Street.
They climbed the stairs together.
“Mince pies,” continued Doctor Watson. “Making paper chains. Playing games. Telling ghost stories. I admit that when you confessed to me Mrs. Turner was bringing her nieces to our residence on Christmas Eve, I was wary, but it turned out to be the greatest gift of all. Look at this place!”
They’d reached the sitting room. Doctor Watson made a gesture indicating the room, now thoroughly decorated for the holiday, including the boasting of the most magnificent of fir trees fully-festoon in season attire by the window. “This room had never looked so festive in all my days. It’s a pity Holmes missed it.”
“A pity or a blessing, Doctor?” asked Mrs. Hudson dryly.
Doctor Watson shrugged. “I suppose it can be both. I wonder what he will deduce when he returns and discovers the transformation.”
Just then there were boots on the steps.
“We are to find out,” said Mrs. Hudson.
Sherlock Holmes burst into the room.
“Watson, get your coat!”
“Now?”
And your revolver! The game’s afoot!”
“Holmes!”
“What?” Grey eyes darted about the room. “Two charming, well-behaved young ladies as one would expect given their aunt. Pies, later. Murder, now.”
“Very well.”
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes (ACD)
Rating: Gen
prompt: day 23: Victorian Christmas
Summary: Two young ladies visit 221B
“One for you, my dear, and one for you, my dear, and a very Happy Christmas to you both.”
“Thank you, Doctor Watson,” sing-songed the girls as they accepted their cones of sweets. A few more compliments of the season, and they (and their gifts and treats) were being safely bundled in a cab with their chaperone-escort.
“What a delightful evening, Mrs. Hudson,” sighed Doctor Watson. In the doorway, he stood beside his landlady waving as the cab disappeared. When it had vanished from sight, he and Mrs. Hudson fled the December cold and went back inside 221 Baker Street.
They climbed the stairs together.
“Mince pies,” continued Doctor Watson. “Making paper chains. Playing games. Telling ghost stories. I admit that when you confessed to me Mrs. Turner was bringing her nieces to our residence on Christmas Eve, I was wary, but it turned out to be the greatest gift of all. Look at this place!”
They’d reached the sitting room. Doctor Watson made a gesture indicating the room, now thoroughly decorated for the holiday, including the boasting of the most magnificent of fir trees fully-festoon in season attire by the window. “This room had never looked so festive in all my days. It’s a pity Holmes missed it.”
“A pity or a blessing, Doctor?” asked Mrs. Hudson dryly.
Doctor Watson shrugged. “I suppose it can be both. I wonder what he will deduce when he returns and discovers the transformation.”
Just then there were boots on the steps.
“We are to find out,” said Mrs. Hudson.
Sherlock Holmes burst into the room.
“Watson, get your coat!”
“Now?”
And your revolver! The game’s afoot!”
“Holmes!”
“What?” Grey eyes darted about the room. “Two charming, well-behaved young ladies as one would expect given their aunt. Pies, later. Murder, now.”
“Very well.”
