Call Them Unintentional Benefits

I did not want to be mollified by this information. There was no denying, however, that I took a certain grim satisfaction in knowing that Anstruther would be able to give whichever "fancypants doctor" Mycroft Holmes had coerced into accompanying his brother on a sea voyage precise details concerning Sherlock Holmes's condition, previous treatment, and excessive reluctance to conform to medical advice. There were other advantages as well: If Holmes were incommunicado he would not be fretting over the newspapers. And if he were mid-ocean, I would not be spending his convalescence trying to tie him down to a bed.

Call Them Unintentional Benefits

I did not want to be mollified by this information. There was no denying, however, that I took a certain grim satisfaction in knowing that Anstruther would be able to give whichever "fancypants doctor" Mycroft Holmes had coerced into accompanying his brother on a sea voyage precise details concerning Sherlock Holmes's condition, previous treatment, and excessive reluctance to conform to medical advice. There were other advantages as well: If Holmes were incommunicado he would not be fretting over the newspapers. And if he were mid-ocean, I would not be spending his convalescence trying to tie him down to a bed.

Moviefic: Domesticated

( Spoilers Ahoy! )

Moviefic: Domesticated

( Spoilers Ahoy! )

Call Her the Doctor

Enough. Holmes wasn't there to be shouted at, and neither Mary nor Alfie deserved to be abused in his place.

The boy's uncertainty waned with my fading temper, but he didn't leave Mary's side. "I could go and look for him, if you like," he offered. "How far away is Gravesend?"

"You'll do nothing of the sort," I said, appalled at the very notion. "You'll have something to eat and then get some rest."

"Me?" Alfie exclaimed. "What about you?"

"Oh, he's going to have something to eat and then get some rest too," Mary said sweetly. "Aren't you, dear?"

Call Her the Doctor

Enough. Holmes wasn't there to be shouted at, and neither Mary nor Alfie deserved to be abused in his place.

The boy's uncertainty waned with my fading temper, but he didn't leave Mary's side. "I could go and look for him, if you like," he offered. "How far away is Gravesend?"

"You'll do nothing of the sort," I said, appalled at the very notion. "You'll have something to eat and then get some rest."

"Me?" Alfie exclaimed. "What about you?"

"Oh, he's going to have something to eat and then get some rest too," Mary said sweetly. "Aren't you, dear?"