A/N: I wrote this months ago but haven't been brave enough to post it until now. I hadn't written anything Sherlock Holmes before this either, so if there is anything off/wrong with my characterization then pleasepleaseplease let me know!
I confess to not being entirely certain as to neither how nor when it actually happened.
The first time I offered him the chance to tag along with me on one of my cases it had simply been out of the (admittedly rather shameful) desire to show off more of my not inconsiderable skills in deduction.
The second time was due to a desire to see him out of the house after a long week spent stuck inside thanks to some particularly bad weather, the results of which had led to his war wounds paining him more than was usual. This of course made even the simplest of movements an unpleasant business and as a result he had quickly become both bored and rather grumpy. And as there is nothing more destructive to a meditative atmosphere than a bored, grumpy ex-army surgeon – and since the rain had finally let up – I decided to have him along, for my sanity as well as his own.
It was not until our most recent case together that it occurred to me that something was different. So much so, in fact, that now whenever I work a case alone I constantly catch myself wishing for Watson's steady presence.
I know it sounds impossible, but… Could it be that I, Sherlock Holmes, actually miss my Boswell?
So… yeah, there it is! What'd you think? Love it? Hate it? Leave me a review and let me know! Pwetty pwease? :)
Disclaimer: They aren't mind. *sob*