Benison

[rabidsamfan]

I knew I had them worried, though it was Mrs. Hudson who was left to do all the fussing my condition demanded. Holmes showed his concern in other ways, as he had always done. I admit I relished the chance to listen to him play his violin, even when he thought I was asleep and reverted to the wandering scales and scrapings that had once irritated me so. In my dreams Mary waltzed with me as he bowed, but at the end of the dance she stepped away and told me that my presence was still needed in Baker Street.

Comments

[pebbles66.livejournal.com]

Oh, that's lovely! I especially like the image of poor Watson dreaming of dancing with Mary, only to have her gently remind him that Holmes needs him.

[rabidsamfan.livejournal.com]

Thank you. I'd had another drabble ready, but that one insisted on coming first.

[kcscribbler]

Gah, rip our hearts out string by string, why don't you. Too sweet.

[rabidsamfan.livejournal.com]

Twang twang twang. Although you're doing pretty good with that too. I liked the latest 221B quite a bit.

[kcscribbler]

Thank you!

[surgicalsteel.livejournal.com]

Oh, that's gorgeously poignant.

[rabidsamfan.livejournal.com]

Thank you!

[browngirl.livejournal.com]

Oh, that's painfully lovely.

[rabidsamfan.livejournal.com]

Thanks!