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Characters: Holmes & Watson Fandom: 1984 Granada series Rating: General Audiences Word Count: 221(b) Notes: definitely wrote this with Brett and Hardwicke in my mind. Sort of a rewrite of that scene in Eligible Bachelor ^_^ (and assuming that The Secret of Sherlock Holmes is canon for the Granada series).
MY dearest friend had been spending an inordinate time in heavy silence. He seemed to gaze, almost longingly and unblinkingly, at our print of the Reichenbach Falls. Per his request, I always disregarded him during these periods, but his enervated form and pallid eyes could not keep my medical intuition tucked away. I asked Holmes what he was thinking about.
"I feel I am haunted."
"Haunted? By what?"
"I see it happening vividly in my mind. The Falls." He waved his hands erratically around his face, clenching his eyelids. He seemed to trail off, and I tilted my head.
"What happened to you in Switzerland was not as simple as you always made it out to me."
"No," he said simply.
I cautiously moved next to him, laying a hand on his quivering back. Haunted was perhaps the best word. A feeling I shared during those years of what are referred to by my readers as a 'hiatus' - not a bereavement or an end. Holmes's eyes flicked to me in a flash.
"I don't know why I sent you away."
He had said as much before. Everything I had done at the falls preyed upon my thoughts mercilessly in those years. The same seemed to go for him.
"You know I forgive you, Holmes. I shall always be your Boswell."
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Characters: Holmes & Watson
Fandom: 1984 Granada series
Rating: General Audiences
Word Count: 221(b)
Notes: definitely wrote this with Brett and Hardwicke in my mind. Sort of a rewrite of that scene in Eligible Bachelor ^_^ (and assuming that The Secret of Sherlock Holmes is canon for the Granada series).
MY dearest friend had been spending an inordinate time in heavy silence. He seemed to gaze, almost longingly and unblinkingly, at our print of the Reichenbach Falls. Per his request, I always disregarded him during these periods, but his enervated form and pallid eyes could not keep my medical intuition tucked away. I asked Holmes what he was thinking about.
"I feel I am haunted."
"Haunted? By what?"
"I see it happening vividly in my mind. The Falls." He waved his hands erratically around his face, clenching his eyelids. He seemed to trail off, and I tilted my head.
"What happened to you in Switzerland was not as simple as you always made it out to me."
"No," he said simply.
I cautiously moved next to him, laying a hand on his quivering back. Haunted was perhaps the best word. A feeling I shared during those years of what are referred to by my readers as a 'hiatus' - not a bereavement or an end. Holmes's eyes flicked to me in a flash.
"I don't know why I sent you away."
He had said as much before. Everything I had done at the falls preyed upon my thoughts mercilessly in those years. The same seemed to go for him.
"You know I forgive you, Holmes. I shall always be your Boswell."