Missive

Title: Missive
Author(s): rabidsamfan
Rating: G
Character(s): Mycroft
Summary: Word arrives in London
Word Count: 100
Author's Notes: For the sentence prompt at WWoes amnesty period. Follows directly upon Premonition.


Mr. Mycroft Holmes was not appreciative of being roused from his slumber a full three and one-half minutes prior to his customary seven o'clock a.m., but when he saw the familiar scrawl on the envelope his valet was holding out as an excuse he forgot his irritation. "Already?" he asked.

"The postmark is Dover, sir," Andrews answered. "I thought you might wish to have him intercepted."

Mycroft tore open the envelope, scanned the short note within, and shook his head. "No need," he sighed, wishing for once that omniscience were not a family trait. "He'll meet me at the funeral."

Missive

Title: Missive
Author(s): rabidsamfan
Rating: G
Character(s): Mycroft
Summary: Word arrives in London
Word Count: 100
Author's Notes: For the sentence prompt at WWoes amnesty period. Follows directly upon Premonition.


Mr. Mycroft Holmes was not appreciative of being roused from his slumber a full three and one-half minutes prior to his customary seven o'clock a.m., but when he saw the familiar scrawl on the envelope his valet was holding out as an excuse he forgot his irritation. "Already?" he asked.

"The postmark is Dover, sir," Andrews answered. "I thought you might wish to have him intercepted."

Mycroft tore open the envelope, scanned the short note within, and shook his head. "No need," he sighed, wishing for once that omniscience were not a family trait. "He'll meet me at the funeral."

Illusion

Title: 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.

Illusion

Title: 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.