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Author: methylviolet10b
Rating: PG
Character(s): Sherlock Holmes, Dr. John Watson, Inspector Gregson
Summary: 100-word drabbles for five random words. No plot, no problem!
Warnings: These are random, just like a box of chocolates. Random Victorian trivia, with links. 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.


Watson collapsed, and I panicked.

That is the only excuse for the confused farrago of half-truths and outright nonsense I spouted once he came out of his faint.

At least my apologies to Watson were completely sincere and entirely heartfelt. However, I knew even as I uttered them that they were a palliative measure at best. They would only briefly delay the moment when I must provide a truthful, complete, and equally heartfelt explanation for my actions – and my errors.

It was an unpleasant but necessary medicine. It was also the best hope for Watson’s true recovery, and my own.


“Headache, dear fellow?”

“Nothing so simple, blast it. I’ve had a tune stuck in my head all day! That one you kept playing on a hurdy-gurdy in the Westminster Strangler case.”

I swept up my violin and played a few notes. “This one?”

“Yes! I should know it, but can’t put a name to the tune.”

“The Hippopotamus Polka was quite popular some years ago.” I’d seen the beast that inspired the tune and been irresistibly drawn to play it at the crisis. Obaysch, like our strangler, had escaped but been lured back by the chance to attack his jailer.


I have more education than any other three Inspectors in the Yard, but I admit Mr Holmes remains a conundrum in many ways. I have studied him extensively, for only a fool allows pique (however well-earned) to deter learning from someone who has proven a greater master of an art than oneself.

Even so, I know him well enough to realize even the tiniest bit of persiflage on his part heralds trouble, an unfriendly ear nearby, or both. Mr Holmes is witty enough in his way, but trifling? Not on his life – unless he has a very good reason indeed.


I placed several more pieces of coal on the sitting-room fire. I thought I was silent, but Holmes stirred restlessly. His eyes opened a fraction, glinting fever-bright in the light of the lamps, and focused on me.

“No need to look so worried, Watson,” he rasped, his voice a hoarse ruin of his usual tenor. “I’m all right.”

Exasperation flooded through me, but I kept my voice low and calm. “Perhaps you’d best let me be the judge of that. I am still a doctor, you know.”

Fever or not, Holmes saw through me. “And I am in excellent hands.”


The Honourable Mrs Georgina Russell did not approve of Holmes. Many nobler clients found Holmes’ direct manner and Bohemian disdain of rank grating. Holmes’ own innate distrust of the gentler sex, particularly those who valued manners and propriety higher than practicality, only exacerbated matters.

Our interview started badly, and might have turned disastrous, had Fate not intervened in the form of a half-grown Corgi. She bolted into the room and promptly flopped down in front of Holmes’ chair. My friend could not resist the invitation; and the lady’s reserve melted in the face of the dog’s and detective’s mutual enjoyment.


( 12 comments — Leave a comment )
Feb. 15th, 2017 06:57 am (UTC)
Another splendid bouquet! And gratuitous doggo cuteness at the end.
Feb. 16th, 2017 01:41 am (UTC)
I could not resist the idea of Holmes petting a puppy Corgi while a formerly starched-up lady looked on approvingly - no matter how unlikely it would be in the period. Thanks!
Feb. 15th, 2017 12:43 pm (UTC)
Nice! I am enjoying these very much.
Feb. 16th, 2017 01:41 am (UTC)
I'm delighted to hear it, thank you!
Feb. 15th, 2017 04:54 pm (UTC)
Lovely bunch for today!! I'm glad you decided to make our tuesdays happier
Feb. 16th, 2017 01:41 am (UTC)
And I'm very glad you're glad. Thanks!
Feb. 15th, 2017 05:13 pm (UTC)
Absolutely delighted to learn about the Hippopotamus Polka - what a thing to have stuck in one's head.
Feb. 16th, 2017 01:42 am (UTC)
Yes, having a polka stuck in one's head seems appropriately Watson-Woes whumpish. ;-) Thanks!
Feb. 15th, 2017 07:59 pm (UTC)
A delicious assortment of drabbles, as always :)
Feb. 16th, 2017 01:42 am (UTC)
Thank you very much!
Feb. 15th, 2017 08:29 pm (UTC)
I love the corgi, the polka (poor Obaysch...) and feverish Holmes. Palliative is moving, Persiflage acute. You are fantastic. Thank you!
Feb. 16th, 2017 01:43 am (UTC)
Aw, thank you!
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