Title: His Darker Nature
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes
Disclaimer: I do not own nor do I profit from these characters.
Rating: PG-13
Author: Alex (alex_cat_45@yahoo.com)
Type: 150 word Double Drabble
Note: This one is for a prompt from
aglarien1
“Invention flags, his brain goes muddy,
And black despair succeeds brown study.”
For those of you unfamiliar, Holmes had a fondness for a 7% Solution of cocaine to take edge off when he was not on a case. The drug was legal at the time.
Summary: Watson finds Sherlock in a dark mood.
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HIS DARKER NATURE
As often happened when Holmes was bored, his mood darkened and his worst nature came to the forefront. I never knew what I might encounter when I came to 221B Baker Street from a long day at the surgery.
This night he was staring into nothingness when I walked into the sitting room. I noticed that he had not even bothered to hide his syringe or close the drawer he kept it in as he usually did before I came home. I said nothing, just sat down and began to read the evening paper.
I hated to see him this way, but mention of it did no good. Not at all. I found a story in the paper about a woman who had a priceless jewel stolen from inside her locked safe inside her own bedroom . Maybe…
“Listen to this, Holmes,” I sad as I began to read aloud.
~the end~
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes
Disclaimer: I do not own nor do I profit from these characters.
Rating: PG-13
Author: Alex (alex_cat_45@yahoo.com)
Type: 150 word Double Drabble
Note: This one is for a prompt from
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“Invention flags, his brain goes muddy,
And black despair succeeds brown study.”
For those of you unfamiliar, Holmes had a fondness for a 7% Solution of cocaine to take edge off when he was not on a case. The drug was legal at the time.
Summary: Watson finds Sherlock in a dark mood.
~~
HIS DARKER NATURE
As often happened when Holmes was bored, his mood darkened and his worst nature came to the forefront. I never knew what I might encounter when I came to 221B Baker Street from a long day at the surgery.
This night he was staring into nothingness when I walked into the sitting room. I noticed that he had not even bothered to hide his syringe or close the drawer he kept it in as he usually did before I came home. I said nothing, just sat down and began to read the evening paper.
I hated to see him this way, but mention of it did no good. Not at all. I found a story in the paper about a woman who had a priceless jewel stolen from inside her locked safe inside her own bedroom . Maybe…
“Listen to this, Holmes,” I sad as I began to read aloud.
~the end~