A/N: Hey guys! This is my first time to write a fanfic and I'm starting up with ficlets for now. I have a novel-ish fic coming along. I'm an IreneXHolmes shipper btw, but that doesn't mean there won't be HolmesXWatson bromance *megustaface* , so as practice I'm writing these little babies to warm my fingers and my mind. I'll be uploading each one shot as a different entry though so I hope you read my other fics. :D reviews will be very awesome because I am a N00b.
Disclaimer: I do not own Holmes nor Watson. D:
John Watson shifted on his bed for the nth time trying to find a position where he'd be content enough to get back to sleep. The cork stoppers from empty eye drop vials have now become ear plugs, they may prove uncomfortable for some but for the young doctor it was better than nothing, better perhaps if his roommate on the other side of the room partition ceased his one man orchestration.
Watson had answered to an ad for a male roommate in the paper not two days ago. The location: 221 B, Baker Street, seemed suitable for his profession as it was within the city's locality and was accessible to most of his present patients at the time. He was welcomed in by the landlady, a motherly Mrs. Hudson, into the saw indications of severe stress on the middle aged woman's face but thought better not to ask. His lodgings were on the 2nd floor, and there he met his new roommate, a consulting detective by the name Holmes probably around four years his senior, he's read the name a few times mentioned in helping Scotland Yard with some pressing crime issues.
Watson was quite glad to find himself a roommate with an esteemed profession and hoped to become a good friend in professional matters. He observed one side of the room, probably Holmes', was cluttered with books and stationery, filing cabinets and more bookshelves line the walls on the other side of a room partition. This must be one very educated man Watson thought to himself and looked forward to many exchange of medical and academic ideas that was about to grace these walls. He was glad to find himself such an intelligent, proper and sane roommate.
Oh how wrong he had been. The silver hands on his pocket watch reflected the moonlight from outside, eleven minutes to three in the morning it read. He groaned into his pillow, the man was practicing on his violin since his arrival about past midnight. Watson was awoken by loud slurring, clattering and a crash that sent a considerable tremor into the building, filing cabinet by the door fell forward I guess. He picked up a whiff of alcohol, drunk, sweat and blood, been fighting again, and when he thought that was the end of it, the damned man started singing Irish folksongs, dancing jigs and pulled the bow over his Stradivarius.
In Mullingar that night I rested limbs so weary
Started by daylight next … and early
Took a … keep me heart from sinking
That's a paddy's cure whenever he's on drinking
See the lassies smile laughing all the while
At me curious … set your heart a bubblin'
Asked me was I hired wages I required to lay
I was almost tired of the rocky road to Dublin. Ah one two three four fah!
The ear torture went on, now he knew why Mrs. Hudson had no other tenants. If only he did not have a very important physicians' conference tomorrow at the university he'd be heartily willing to drink a bottle of rum and correct his roommates' lyrics, but he'd have to be drugged first before doing that and then he'd take himself to church and confess about bloody murder.
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So whatcha think? Review me! Btw, the song is On the Rocky Road to Dublin by the Dubliners and any Sherlock Holmes (movie) fan would know where that came from. ;)