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gayalondiel_bak) wrote2011-07-11 07:52 pm
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FIC: Holmes: WWJ: With the Queen
Fandom/’Verse: Holmes/ACD canon
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watsons_woes July prompts challenge
Title: With the Queen
Character: John, Wiggins, Holmes
Length: c.550
Rating: G
Spoilers: n/a
Warnings: n/a
Disclaimer: The Holmes characters fall in the public domain and are the creation of the wonderful Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. No ownership is implied or inferred. This is done for love only.
Summary: Wiggins brings Watson a patient or two...
Master prompt post
July 11: Kitten
“There we go.” Watson passed the alcohol swab over the wound once more, covering the whole space where the fur had been clipped back to expose the cut. It was a long and jagged wound, torn a little at the edges, but not deep. He put down the cloth and then reached out a hand and scratched the top of the cat’s head, between its ears, and it stretched its neck and pushed into the contact.
“Thanks ever so much, doctor,” said Wiggins, hovering anxiously on the other side of the makeshift operating table. Watson beckoned him over and he dug a grubby hand into the long gingery fur and tugged it gently.
“The wound should heal,” said Watson. “I would like to stitch it but he will not tolerate it, and I do not wish to experiment with anaesthetic doses. Nor do you, Holmes!” he added sharply with a glance across the room to waylay the expected suggestion. “There is a chance of infection, though. I don’t have anything suitable myself, and I doubt if we will be able to find a veterinary surgeon who will see him.”
“I have a contact at the royal college,” said Holmes from his position by the window. He was smoking idly and watching them with an amused smile. “If it were not for the late hour, I would have summoned him.”
“You had no compunctions in summoning me,” commented Watson.
“From upstairs, dear boy?”
“After two days with no sleep, Holmes, yes.”
“Mr Holmes said she could stay here, just until she’s feeling a bit better," Wiggins interjected cheerfully, ignoring their gentle sniping.
“Did he, now?” Watson glared at his friend. “I don’t imagine you cleared it with Mrs Hudson, a filthy infested creature coming to live in the house?”
“She’s not filthy and infested!” protested Wiggins. “She just needs a good meal and a good wash is all. I’m sure Mrs Hudson won’t mind.”
“I can’t say I share your confidence, on either count,” said Watson. “But very well, we will dare her disapproval. Wiggins...” He paused, a thought striking him suddenly. “You keep saying “she”.
“Of course!”
“It has the colouring of a male, and thick enough fur that I cannot sex it until it settles more. How do you know it’s a female?”
Wiggins gaped at him for a moment and then turned to look at Holmes. Watson followed his gaze and noticed what he had failed to observe before: Holmes’ bag at his feet. His brown, leather, capacious travelling bag. Suspicions fully formed, Watson left the cat with Wiggins and went to open the bag. He unbuckled the clasp and pulled the handles apart; and was met by five pairs of brilliant, tiny blue eyes in a large mound of red tabby fur. Definitely a female, then.
Watson glanced up at Holmes, sighed, and knelt gently by the bag. “I suppose we’re keeping these, too, are we?”
“They belong with the queen,” said Holmes simply. “Can’t be helped, dear boy.”
Watson reached carefully into the bag. One tiny pair of jaws opened to give the smallest, most adorable hiss he had ever heard, and then the kitten allowed him to pick it up and nestled gently into the curve of his palm, looking around curiously. He felt his resolve melt.
“No,” he agreed. “It can’t be helped.”
The cats in question: Lucky, Archie and Pippin, who currently reside in my upstairs bedroom having been rescued from stray ten days ago.
Challenge:
watsons_woes July prompts challengeTitle: With the Queen
Character: John, Wiggins, Holmes
Length: c.550
Rating: G
Spoilers: n/a
Warnings: n/a
Disclaimer: The Holmes characters fall in the public domain and are the creation of the wonderful Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. No ownership is implied or inferred. This is done for love only.
Summary: Wiggins brings Watson a patient or two...
Master prompt post
July 11: Kitten
“There we go.” Watson passed the alcohol swab over the wound once more, covering the whole space where the fur had been clipped back to expose the cut. It was a long and jagged wound, torn a little at the edges, but not deep. He put down the cloth and then reached out a hand and scratched the top of the cat’s head, between its ears, and it stretched its neck and pushed into the contact.
“Thanks ever so much, doctor,” said Wiggins, hovering anxiously on the other side of the makeshift operating table. Watson beckoned him over and he dug a grubby hand into the long gingery fur and tugged it gently.
“The wound should heal,” said Watson. “I would like to stitch it but he will not tolerate it, and I do not wish to experiment with anaesthetic doses. Nor do you, Holmes!” he added sharply with a glance across the room to waylay the expected suggestion. “There is a chance of infection, though. I don’t have anything suitable myself, and I doubt if we will be able to find a veterinary surgeon who will see him.”
“I have a contact at the royal college,” said Holmes from his position by the window. He was smoking idly and watching them with an amused smile. “If it were not for the late hour, I would have summoned him.”
“You had no compunctions in summoning me,” commented Watson.
“From upstairs, dear boy?”
“After two days with no sleep, Holmes, yes.”
“Mr Holmes said she could stay here, just until she’s feeling a bit better," Wiggins interjected cheerfully, ignoring their gentle sniping.
“Did he, now?” Watson glared at his friend. “I don’t imagine you cleared it with Mrs Hudson, a filthy infested creature coming to live in the house?”
“She’s not filthy and infested!” protested Wiggins. “She just needs a good meal and a good wash is all. I’m sure Mrs Hudson won’t mind.”
“I can’t say I share your confidence, on either count,” said Watson. “But very well, we will dare her disapproval. Wiggins...” He paused, a thought striking him suddenly. “You keep saying “she”.
“Of course!”
“It has the colouring of a male, and thick enough fur that I cannot sex it until it settles more. How do you know it’s a female?”
Wiggins gaped at him for a moment and then turned to look at Holmes. Watson followed his gaze and noticed what he had failed to observe before: Holmes’ bag at his feet. His brown, leather, capacious travelling bag. Suspicions fully formed, Watson left the cat with Wiggins and went to open the bag. He unbuckled the clasp and pulled the handles apart; and was met by five pairs of brilliant, tiny blue eyes in a large mound of red tabby fur. Definitely a female, then.
Watson glanced up at Holmes, sighed, and knelt gently by the bag. “I suppose we’re keeping these, too, are we?”
“They belong with the queen,” said Holmes simply. “Can’t be helped, dear boy.”
Watson reached carefully into the bag. One tiny pair of jaws opened to give the smallest, most adorable hiss he had ever heard, and then the kitten allowed him to pick it up and nestled gently into the curve of his palm, looking around curiously. He felt his resolve melt.
“No,” he agreed. “It can’t be helped.”
The cats in question: Lucky, Archie and Pippin, who currently reside in my upstairs bedroom having been rescued from stray ten days ago.
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I've always thought Holmes was a cat person, and had a far softer heart than he liked to pretend, and here he is showing all the evidence of it. :-)
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Freaking adorable!
and of course Holmes is a softie for cats, he's part one himself. Aww...
Poor Waston though, he does need his sleep. Hope those kittens turn out to be good mousers!
J.
Re: Freaking adorable!
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yay for saving strays, and i love wiggins, and holding a kitten is a wonderful thing.
yay!
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Your kitties are adorable, as is this fic.
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