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Author: methylviolet10b
Rating: PG
Character(s): Sherlock Holmes, Dr. John Watson, a housemaid, Inspector Lestrade
Summary: 100-word drabbles for five random words. No plot, no problem!
Warnings: Randomness. One of these drabbles could be construed to belong to the same storyline as the At The... stories, still in progress, but stands on its own (I hope).  A metric ton of rust on the part of the author. Be very afraid. I know I am.
Word Count: 500
Author's Notes: Once again I'm reviving for February my quest to supply Tuesdays with drabbles, five  words at a time. Wish me luck!
Disclaimer: I don't own them.


“My dear Watson, I appreciate your offer, but this is hardly a matter for you. It’s far too dangerous.” And you are still unwell and not fit for such things, I did not add. A few weeks in his company had taught me that John Watson would never put his own welfare high on the list of personal considerations.

Watson’s eyes glittered with the temper he’d warned me of, but his voice was mild. “If you are going, I’m going.”

Perfectly mild, and perfectly resolute. I had anticipated objections, but not this firm resistance.

I had much yet to learn.


It was scarcely more than a shepherd’s hut, a crude structure of wattle and daub. But the ancient walls thankfully kept off most of the bitter wind. A quick rummage produced enough combustible material to serve, and before long I had a small fire going. The smoke did not improve the musty atmosphere, but did provide a welcome bit of warmth.

Holmes finished wrestling the door into place and cast an approving eye at the meagre fire. “Well done, Watson, but I’m afraid we will pass an uncomfortable night regardless of your efforts.”

“No matter, Holmes. I’ve slept in worse.”


He’s a funny sort, Mister Holmes. Sometimes he’s quiet as a mouse. Hardly moves for days. He’ll stare right through you as if you weren’t even there, tryin’ to do your duty and clear away the dishes.

Other times he’s noisier than a thunderstorm. Makes all sorts of racket and talks so incessantly at Doctor Watson I suspect the poor doctor has to give himself a compound or get an earache.

I’m not sorry Mrs Hudson restricted me to downstairs duties after I emptied the sitting-room wastebaskets without being told. I’ve never heard such language – and my uncle’s a sailor.


This wasn’t one of Mr Holmes’ usual tempers. He’s got lots of them, and I should know, having been on the receiving end oftener than I’d tolerate from any other man. There’s his high-handed slights, and his remarks like stings from an angry swarm of bees, and his cold standoffishness. Harsher are the outbursts when he thinks your investigation has done more harm than good, or his dark fury when the guilty escape justice.

This was worse. Not that I could blame him, seeing what those traffickers had done to those poor women, but somehow this rage seemed more personal.


The Honourable George Merrithwaite, third son of an otherwise irreproachable family, was anything but honourable in his personal life. A more profligate, licentious, mean-spirited bully of a man would be difficult to find in all of England. Wealth, privilege, and position had long shielded him from facing any real consequences of his behaviour.

Unfortunately for him, Holmes disdains aristocrats who lack nobility, and has a chivalrous streak when it comes to women, particularly spirited ones who bravely fight against the odds.

And we both dislike bullies. For Holmes it is a matter of principle; for myself, a matter of experience.


( 8 comments — Leave a comment )
Feb. 8th, 2017 08:27 am (UTC)
No rust that I can see :) Very nice!
Feb. 9th, 2017 02:55 am (UTC)
Thank you! I'm glad the rust wasn't visible for readers. :)
Feb. 8th, 2017 12:38 pm (UTC)
I second the comment of no rust. All very nice drabbles. Hope it felt good to write them.
Feb. 9th, 2017 02:57 am (UTC)
Thank you so much! It was definitely a challenge to write these again, but I had fun too.
Feb. 8th, 2017 10:02 pm (UTC)
Well done! A most enjoyable collection.
Feb. 9th, 2017 02:57 am (UTC)
Feb. 9th, 2017 09:14 pm (UTC)
Oh, they *are* crunchy! I could eat up a whole tray of them. There is a recognisable style in the elegant concision you employ. Delightful. Thank you.
Feb. 10th, 2017 04:51 am (UTC)
*blushes* Thank you!
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