I blame one of my best friends, who's responsible for converting me to this fandom. Anyway, this is supposed to be set sometime shortly after Watson leaves Baker Street. Here's hoping I do the Great Detective justice!


Silence

Holmes was beginning to understand how silence could be considered deafening.

He always appreciated it before, never quite understanding how some people could construe it as maddening. Or try to kill it with meaningless chatter.

But ever since he left, silence had taken over Baker Street.

There were no more delightful conversations. No more eager questions. No more well-intended reproaches.

There was nothing.

Silence was, by its very nature, merely a lack of sound. An absence. A void.

Nature abhors a vacuum… Picking up his violin, he proceeded to banish one of the few things his companion had left behind.