rabidsamfan: (watson jude law)
Rating: pg
Character(s): Alfie, Watson
Summary: A hiatus fic to follow after the events of Call for the Doctor.
Warnings: Canonical character death, grief, angst... yep, it's another sad one!
Word Count: 1500
Author's Notes: Alfie was lent to me by KCS for "Call" and she graciously allowed him to narrate this story as well, but please note that I am not the final arbitrator of his fate! Thanks also to janeturenne, who kindly betaed and found the quote for the title.

This was written for challenge 14 over at Watson's Woes and cross posted there.


And Nothing Can We Call Our Own )
rabidsamfan: (watson jude law)
Rating: pg
Character(s): Alfie, Watson
Summary: A hiatus fic to follow after the events of Call for the Doctor.
Warnings: Canonical character death, grief, angst... yep, it's another sad one!
Word Count: 1500
Author's Notes: Alfie was lent to me by KCS for "Call" and she graciously allowed him to narrate this story as well, but please note that I am not the final arbitrator of his fate! Thanks also to janeturenne, who kindly betaed and found the quote for the title.

This was written for challenge 14 over at Watson's Woes and cross posted there.


And Nothing Can We Call Our Own )
rabidsamfan: (watson jude law)
It struck me that he was looking even paler and thinner than usual.
"Yes, I have been using myself up rather too freely," he remarked, in answer to my look rather than to my words; "I have been a little pressed of late. Have you any objection to my closing your shutters?"
The only light in the room came from the lamp upon the table at which I had been reading. Holmes edged his way round the wall, and flinging the shutters together, he bolted them securely.
"You are afraid of something?" I asked.
"Well, I am."
"Of what?"
"Of air-guns."


_____


If those one hundred (and one!) words look familiar, it's because they are a direct quote from "The Final Problem", which I have been leading up to for some time now. Please imagine the Watson of "Call for the Doctor" going off to Europe and eventually to the Reichenbach Falls, only to come home and find himself some time afterward needing to tell the story, and sufficiently constrained by his bargain with Moriarty not to publish The Valley of Fear that he had to invent or adapt the conversation introducing the Napoleon of Crime to his readers.

I am sad to come to the end of this tale – and not quite so sad to find myself freed of the necessity of coming up with yet another title using the word "Call" (or at least the sound of the word!). But I can't tell the story better than Conan Doyle did.


I may, eventually, come back and write a sequel to this, but for now, there are other wips waiting. Thank you all for sticking with this story through all 22,100 words!

Beta Thanks to Jane Turenne, who has patiently read through my first drafts and suggested many a title. Also thanks to Protector of the Gray Fortress and KCS, for letting me borrow Alfie.
rabidsamfan: (watson jude law)
It struck me that he was looking even paler and thinner than usual.
"Yes, I have been using myself up rather too freely," he remarked, in answer to my look rather than to my words; "I have been a little pressed of late. Have you any objection to my closing your shutters?"
The only light in the room came from the lamp upon the table at which I had been reading. Holmes edged his way round the wall, and flinging the shutters together, he bolted them securely.
"You are afraid of something?" I asked.
"Well, I am."
"Of what?"
"Of air-guns."


_____


If those one hundred (and one!) words look familiar, it's because they are a direct quote from "The Final Problem", which I have been leading up to for some time now. Please imagine the Watson of "Call for the Doctor" going off to Europe and eventually to the Reichenbach Falls, only to come home and find himself some time afterward needing to tell the story, and sufficiently constrained by his bargain with Moriarty not to publish The Valley of Fear that he had to invent or adapt the conversation introducing the Napoleon of Crime to his readers.

I am sad to come to the end of this tale – and not quite so sad to find myself freed of the necessity of coming up with yet another title using the word "Call" (or at least the sound of the word!). But I can't tell the story better than Conan Doyle did.


I may, eventually, come back and write a sequel to this, but for now, there are other wips waiting. Thank you all for sticking with this story through all 22,100 words!

Beta Thanks to Jane Turenne, who has patiently read through my first drafts and suggested many a title. Also thanks to Protector of the Gray Fortress and KCS, for letting me borrow Alfie.

Final Call

Mar. 23rd, 2010 10:22 am
rabidsamfan: (watson jude law)
Evening came, and at last a soft footfall on the carpet in the hall. I set aside my book in favor of my service revolver, but when the door to my consulting room opened my visitor turned out to be Sherlock Holmes. I would have got to my feet to greet him, but he signalled to me to stay where I was, sidling hastily through the shadows to the corner by the bookshelf.

"Good evening, Watson," he drawled, a smile playing about his lips as he regarded me fondly. "I trust it is not too late to pay a call?"

Final Call

Mar. 23rd, 2010 10:22 am
rabidsamfan: (watson jude law)
Evening came, and at last a soft footfall on the carpet in the hall. I set aside my book in favor of my service revolver, but when the door to my consulting room opened my visitor turned out to be Sherlock Holmes. I would have got to my feet to greet him, but he signalled to me to stay where I was, sidling hastily through the shadows to the corner by the bookshelf.

"Good evening, Watson," he drawled, a smile playing about his lips as he regarded me fondly. "I trust it is not too late to pay a call?"
rabidsamfan: (watson jude law)
Alfie's prescience disturbed me more than I dared show, but I did not allow his words to dissuade me from seeing the party off. Still, I returned home in a state of disquiet, and dismissed the servants for the rest of the week, my own unease making intolerable the possibility that more innocents might suffer for my bravado.

My rounds were short, my surgery quiet. By mid-afternoon I was alone in the quiet house, making desultory notes at the desk in my consulting room in lieu of writing down the story I had promised on my honor not to tell.
rabidsamfan: (watson jude law)
Alfie's prescience disturbed me more than I dared show, but I did not allow his words to dissuade me from seeing the party off. Still, I returned home in a state of disquiet, and dismissed the servants for the rest of the week, my own unease making intolerable the possibility that more innocents might suffer for my bravado.

My rounds were short, my surgery quiet. By mid-afternoon I was alone in the quiet house, making desultory notes at the desk in my consulting room in lieu of writing down the story I had promised on my honor not to tell.
rabidsamfan: (watson jude law)
Paddington Station was crowded and noisy, the train to Cardiff packed with small, dark haired folk all chattering amongst themselves in the musical language of their destination. Alfie clung to his grandmother's hand, craning his neck in every direction.

"Are you sure you'll be all right, doctor?" he asked me somberly. "All alone like this? Are you sure?"

"I'll be fine," I told him, although my own hand did not want to leave go of Mary's.

"It's just..." He bit his lip. "It feels like a mistake. We're running away. And if we go, things won't ever be the same."
rabidsamfan: (watson jude law)
Paddington Station was crowded and noisy, the train to Cardiff packed with small, dark haired folk all chattering amongst themselves in the musical language of their destination. Alfie clung to his grandmother's hand, craning his neck in every direction.

"Are you sure you'll be all right, doctor?" he asked me somberly. "All alone like this? Are you sure?"

"I'll be fine," I told him, although my own hand did not want to leave go of Mary's.

"It's just..." He bit his lip. "It feels like a mistake. We're running away. And if we go, things won't ever be the same."
rabidsamfan: (watson jude law)
"The time has come..." The first words of Holmes's note were done with a different pen nib than the rest, as if he'd meant them to stand out, but I scarcely required that clue. I skimmed the rest of the message impatiently. His case was concluded, he was coming home to Baker Street, he did not know when he would find time to call upon me and Mary, but trusted that we were well. No sign of the dancing men, but traces of steam upon the wafer, as if someone else had perused these same words.

The game was afoot.
rabidsamfan: (watson jude law)
"The time has come..." The first words of Holmes's note were done with a different pen nib than the rest, as if he'd meant them to stand out, but I scarcely required that clue. I skimmed the rest of the message impatiently. His case was concluded, he was coming home to Baker Street, he did not know when he would find time to call upon me and Mary, but trusted that we were well. No sign of the dancing men, but traces of steam upon the wafer, as if someone else had perused these same words.

The game was afoot.
rabidsamfan: (watson jude law)
It was another three weeks before the second missive from Holmes arrived, by which time I had cleaned my revolver half a dozen times, re-written a letter of apology and instruction concerning my practice to Anstruther four times, and found myself on the rooftop investigating odd noises in the middle of the night thrice. I'd also been dogged on my rounds to patients, and had narrowly avoided being accosted in an alleyway by a pair of burly ruffians one foggy night.

Nevertheless, I sat and studied the envelope in my hands for a very long time before I opened it.
rabidsamfan: (watson jude law)
It was another three weeks before the second missive from Holmes arrived, by which time I had cleaned my revolver half a dozen times, re-written a letter of apology and instruction concerning my practice to Anstruther four times, and found myself on the rooftop investigating odd noises in the middle of the night thrice. I'd also been dogged on my rounds to patients, and had narrowly avoided being accosted in an alleyway by a pair of burly ruffians one foggy night.

Nevertheless, I sat and studied the envelope in my hands for a very long time before I opened it.
rabidsamfan: (watson jude law)
In the end we decided that Alfie should go, and his grandmother too, on the grounds that the old lady would do better for a time away from the reek and smoke of London air – an excuse all the better for being true.

Alfie objected, of course, preferring to be in the thick of things, but I reconciled him to our plans by extracting a solemn promise to guard Mary as best he could, and to warn her of any dangers. That, and teaching him the secret of the dancing men for our correspondence.

Now we had only to wait.
rabidsamfan: (watson jude law)
In the end we decided that Alfie should go, and his grandmother too, on the grounds that the old lady would do better for a time away from the reek and smoke of London air – an excuse all the better for being true.

Alfie objected, of course, preferring to be in the thick of things, but I reconciled him to our plans by extracting a solemn promise to guard Mary as best he could, and to warn her of any dangers. That, and teaching him the secret of the dancing men for our correspondence.

Now we had only to wait.
rabidsamfan: (watson jude law)
"We'd need a very good reason for me to go," Mary objected, although it was clear that she was becoming reconciled to the notion. "Visiting the Forresters won't take me farther than Camberwell."

"What about your great-aunt?" Myfanwy Morstan had appeared in our lives some months after our wedding, like a clap of distant thunder, and had declared herself a relation. "Wales is a long way from London."

Mary nodded agreement reluctantly, for her sudden relation was elderly, dictatorial, and inclined to raise a fuss. But then a smile lit up her face. "I know! I'll take Alfie with me!"
rabidsamfan: (watson jude law)
"We'd need a very good reason for me to go," Mary objected, although it was clear that she was becoming reconciled to the notion. "Visiting the Forresters won't take me farther than Camberwell."

"What about your great-aunt?" Myfanwy Morstan had appeared in our lives some months after our wedding, like a clap of distant thunder, and had declared herself a relation. "Wales is a long way from London."

Mary nodded agreement reluctantly, for her sudden relation was elderly, dictatorial, and inclined to raise a fuss. But then a smile lit up her face. "I know! I'll take Alfie with me!"
rabidsamfan: (watson jude law)
"Holmes hasn't asked for my help, but I think he's going to need it, all the same." She smelled of vanilla and flour and soap, my Mary, and I held her all the closer, breathing in that scent of our home and our life together. "I never bargained for my own safety, and I'm afraid that if I leave London with you, Moriarty will feel obliged to send someone after me, to make certain of my silence. But if you go alone, you might be safe. If Moriarty's a man of his word. And I might be safer with Holmes."
rabidsamfan: (watson jude law)
"Holmes hasn't asked for my help, but I think he's going to need it, all the same." She smelled of vanilla and flour and soap, my Mary, and I held her all the closer, breathing in that scent of our home and our life together. "I never bargained for my own safety, and I'm afraid that if I leave London with you, Moriarty will feel obliged to send someone after me, to make certain of my silence. But if you go alone, you might be safe. If Moriarty's a man of his word. And I might be safer with Holmes."

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