Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes
Challenge/Prompt: 1_million_words Say What Friday: "Happy is the man who finds refuge in himself."
Word Count: 595
Date Written: 6 March 2018
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Arthur Conan Doyle, not the author, and are used without permission.
He’s never had this problem before. Sherlock tries to ignore the intruding thought even as it settles in his extraordinarily sharp mind. He taps a finger against his pipe. He’s always believed that a man who finds refuge in himself is perfectly capable of being both happy and content within himself. After all, it’s the other people who always cause the problems.
It’s the other people who bring him the cases he has to solve, and other people who kill, steal, and do other such dastardly deeds that create cases in need of solving in the first place. It’s other people who make this world a corrupt place, but he is lonely when he doesn’t have a case to solve. No, the word is not lonely. It is bored, but right now . . . Right now, he is bloody lonely.
He tries to keep his gaze downcast onto the papers which he is supposed to be studying. Yet the slightest of sounds continue to make his dark eyes move from his studies. Every ticking of the clock brings his eyes to the timepiece. Every drip of water in that pipe Mrs. Hudson has asked them to fix sounds as loud as a key on a master piano being slammed down right next to him.
Every second the clock indicates having passed is another second that’s passed without Watson, another second in which his sole companion has traveled further without him. What was it he had said, even, Holmes wonders, to set the man off this time? He can not recall the reason for Watson’s imagined slight, but whatever it is, it’s keeping him from being where he belongs -- and that, in turn, is diverting Holmes’ concentration from his study.
Finally he jumps to his feet and, indisgust, slams the paperwork down. It will do him absolutely no good to read a word more while Watson continues his silent tirade. The man could be getting himself into any sort of danger at this late hour of the night! Muttering about other people and the trouble they cause, Holmes crosses quickly over to his coat rack and dons his cape and hat.
His pipe clenched in his teeth, he looks around his apartment and remembers again the man who was once comfortable not speaking to anyone for weeks -- and yet now, the mere fact that he has been unable to be heard by Watson for hours is driving him mad. He mutters and shakes his head again but dives out into the night. He must find Watson and bring him back where he belongs.
After all, he’s always trouble reaching his heightened sense of concentration when things around him are so out of place. Watson must be returned to his place in his apartment. Only then will he be able to concentrate and solve the latest puzzle. The puzzle isn’t that important, he reminds himself, but there’s no way to know what tomorrow might bring. Another serial killer could show up, and the police may well come to him. If they do, he’ll need to be able to think clearly to save the day, and that surely will require Watson to be where he belongs.
He sighs as he ducks out into the night. He may have to waste hours on Watson, but having him where he belongs will be worth it come the morrow. Besides, that serial killer might target the good doctor if he stays out on the streets alone. Yes, Holmes must definitely bring him back home where he belongs if he’s to get anything done.