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rabidsamfanTitle: Illusion
Author(s): rabidsamfan
Rating: G
Character(s): Watson, Holmes, Mycroft
Summary: At Mary's funeral.
Word Count: 100
Author's Notes: follows Missive. For the amnesty prompt of a pivotal plot point at Watson's Woes, as we enter into an AU.
When I rose to give the eulogy my mind could not fix upon the words, and I found myself staring at the mourners, wondering how many of Mary's friends would vanish from my life. My own friends were scattered and few, not counting the men I had met through Sherlock Holmes. Lestrade. Gregson. Even his brother, behind whose shoulder stood a man dressed in livery with grey eyes which were... were...
I stared at him for some seconds in utter amazement, and then it appears that I must have fainted for the first and the last time in my life.
Author(s): rabidsamfan
Rating: G
Character(s): Watson, Holmes, Mycroft
Summary: At Mary's funeral.
Word Count: 100
Author's Notes: follows Missive. For the amnesty prompt of a pivotal plot point at Watson's Woes, as we enter into an AU.
When I rose to give the eulogy my mind could not fix upon the words, and I found myself staring at the mourners, wondering how many of Mary's friends would vanish from my life. My own friends were scattered and few, not counting the men I had met through Sherlock Holmes. Lestrade. Gregson. Even his brother, behind whose shoulder stood a man dressed in livery with grey eyes which were... were...
I stared at him for some seconds in utter amazement, and then it appears that I must have fainted for the first and the last time in my life.
