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alaylithTitle: Stubborness
Theme: Watson's Woes July Writing Prompts 2015
Prompt: JWP #21 Heat Rash. It's a muggy, hot summer and someone's reacting badly. Metaphorical bonus points for including salve/lotion/ointment and needing help applying it.
Author: Alaylith
Rating: General Audiences
Universe: ACD
Characters: Holmes, Watson, Lestrade
WordCount: 622
Summary: For once, Holmes is actually a bit irritated with Watson's stubborness.
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Holmes leans against the doorframe, his arms folded in front of his chest and he silently observes how Watson turns in his bed, restless and uneasy.
It is a hot and muggy summer without any kind of relief of the weather; even the nights are uncomfortable.
Normally Watson, used to such weather from Afghanistan, can withstand it much better than Holmes.
Only this time Watson also caught a virus, resulting him plagged with a high fever for several days.
Watson, in his usual stoic manner, suffered silently and with dignity and everything should have been fine if not for one small hitch.
His worst scar, the one on his shoulder where he was shot so many years ago, reacted most aggressively to the heat caused by the weather and the fever.
The result is a terrible heat rash, painful and uncomfortable, but treatable - if only you were able to reach the place to use the soothing salve.
Or if you were not so stubborn and would just accept help.
Holmes finally just shakes his head and strides forward. "Now it's enough, Watson."
Watson jumps lightly and looks over his shoulder as he lies on his stomach and looks surprised at Holmes. "Holmes! When did you get up here?"
"Long enough ago to grow tired of your stubborness," Holmes answers with a hint of irritation and Watson turns away, a frown twisting his mustache.
"I don't know what you are talking about," Watson says and Holmes only rolls his eyes. Without hesitation he opens the drawer at Watson's bedside table and withdraws the bottle of salve.
He shakes it lightly in Watson's field of view and it only takes moments for Watson's cheeks to blush.
"As I said, my dear friend, it's enough," Holmes says finally and sits down on the bed. "Now - either you comply willingly or I will have to force you."
Watson smothers a chuckle in his pillow and then turns his head back to Holmes. "Just what would people assume if they ever listened to some of our conversations?"
Holmes shrugs easily, opens the bottle and places it on the table. "The wrong things, as they usually do. Now really, Watson - do not try to distract me!
Off with the shirt, my dear."
He even wriggles his fingers pointedly and Watson chuckles again, before raising slightly to be able to lower his shirt.
Holmes hisses sympthatically as he sees the angry, red rash on the scar and shakes his head, marvelling again over Watson's stubborness.
He carefully scoops up some of the salve and massages it gently all over the skin, careful not to cause any undue pain.
With his other hand Holmes starts to caress the other shoulder, trying to soothe the knotted muscles and after a few minutes he can feel how Watson relaxes beneath his hands.
"Next time, just accept my help when I first offer it, old boy," Holmes requests warmly and Watson hums approvingly, already on the brink of falling asleep.
"Excuse me, I - ark!"
Both startle and turn to look at the door, where Inspector Lestrade stands awkwardly, his blushing face averted and his hands fumbling with his hat.
"Ehm, I apologize - Mrs. Hudson said you were up here, because the doctor still felt ill and told me to just come up. There is my case, well not my case, a case I am working on and I just wanted to ask for your impression on it and I-.
I am just going to wait downstairs!" he rambles and then hurries down the stairs, slamming the door to their living room close.
Holmes and Watson stare for a moment longer, then look at each other and break out into hearty, warm laughter.
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Theme: Watson's Woes July Writing Prompts 2015
Prompt: JWP #21 Heat Rash. It's a muggy, hot summer and someone's reacting badly. Metaphorical bonus points for including salve/lotion/ointment and needing help applying it.
Author: Alaylith
Rating: General Audiences
Universe: ACD
Characters: Holmes, Watson, Lestrade
WordCount: 622
Summary: For once, Holmes is actually a bit irritated with Watson's stubborness.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Holmes leans against the doorframe, his arms folded in front of his chest and he silently observes how Watson turns in his bed, restless and uneasy.
It is a hot and muggy summer without any kind of relief of the weather; even the nights are uncomfortable.
Normally Watson, used to such weather from Afghanistan, can withstand it much better than Holmes.
Only this time Watson also caught a virus, resulting him plagged with a high fever for several days.
Watson, in his usual stoic manner, suffered silently and with dignity and everything should have been fine if not for one small hitch.
His worst scar, the one on his shoulder where he was shot so many years ago, reacted most aggressively to the heat caused by the weather and the fever.
The result is a terrible heat rash, painful and uncomfortable, but treatable - if only you were able to reach the place to use the soothing salve.
Or if you were not so stubborn and would just accept help.
Holmes finally just shakes his head and strides forward. "Now it's enough, Watson."
Watson jumps lightly and looks over his shoulder as he lies on his stomach and looks surprised at Holmes. "Holmes! When did you get up here?"
"Long enough ago to grow tired of your stubborness," Holmes answers with a hint of irritation and Watson turns away, a frown twisting his mustache.
"I don't know what you are talking about," Watson says and Holmes only rolls his eyes. Without hesitation he opens the drawer at Watson's bedside table and withdraws the bottle of salve.
He shakes it lightly in Watson's field of view and it only takes moments for Watson's cheeks to blush.
"As I said, my dear friend, it's enough," Holmes says finally and sits down on the bed. "Now - either you comply willingly or I will have to force you."
Watson smothers a chuckle in his pillow and then turns his head back to Holmes. "Just what would people assume if they ever listened to some of our conversations?"
Holmes shrugs easily, opens the bottle and places it on the table. "The wrong things, as they usually do. Now really, Watson - do not try to distract me!
Off with the shirt, my dear."
He even wriggles his fingers pointedly and Watson chuckles again, before raising slightly to be able to lower his shirt.
Holmes hisses sympthatically as he sees the angry, red rash on the scar and shakes his head, marvelling again over Watson's stubborness.
He carefully scoops up some of the salve and massages it gently all over the skin, careful not to cause any undue pain.
With his other hand Holmes starts to caress the other shoulder, trying to soothe the knotted muscles and after a few minutes he can feel how Watson relaxes beneath his hands.
"Next time, just accept my help when I first offer it, old boy," Holmes requests warmly and Watson hums approvingly, already on the brink of falling asleep.
"Excuse me, I - ark!"
Both startle and turn to look at the door, where Inspector Lestrade stands awkwardly, his blushing face averted and his hands fumbling with his hat.
"Ehm, I apologize - Mrs. Hudson said you were up here, because the doctor still felt ill and told me to just come up. There is my case, well not my case, a case I am working on and I just wanted to ask for your impression on it and I-.
I am just going to wait downstairs!" he rambles and then hurries down the stairs, slamming the door to their living room close.
Holmes and Watson stare for a moment longer, then look at each other and break out into hearty, warm laughter.
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Date: 21/07/2015 22:19 (UTC)Holmes is sweet here, in a restrained, Victorian English gentleman sort of way.
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Date: 22/07/2015 12:51 (UTC)no subject
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