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These writings are inspired by and filtered through the lenses of the portrayals of Holmes and Watson by Jeremy Brett, Edward Hardwicke and David Burke in the Granada series Sherlock Holmes. Characterizations revolve around the complex relationship of Holmes and Watson, not necessarily following the Canon or other theorists.

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    • a sequel to

    DYING

    A THOUSAND APOLOGIES

    by

    GM

    So much more I owe you than those promised thousand apologies, my dear, Watson, and yet I can not give you even the few words that are your due. To surrender those admissions would be to open up a Pandora's Box of insights that I can not surrender, not even to you, old friend.

    Friend. I am amazed, upon reflection, that you still permit me to call you that. For days I have plotted and congratulated myself on my sagacious, pawky intellect. How clever for the master detective of our time to engineer such an ingenious plot against one who thought himself more clever than the great Sherlock Holmes. How witty of me to best a mind on the level of Culverton Smith's. How blind of me to have no inclination of what my ruse might do to all those within my orbit.

    Indeed, I had no clue (in other circumstances that would receive quite a laugh from you, Watson), how my ploy would affect you. Then when you entered my sick room and saw me on my deathbed -- well, some of the steam dissipated from my sails at that point, I confess. As ever, your open countenance readily conveyed your thoughts and feelings. As the little drama proceeded I slowly came to see the weight it caused on your heart.

    You are too good, Watson. After Smith was taken away you were angry -- livid -- and terribly hurt. Never did you attack me with what I was beginning to think might be justified enmity. You continued to play along with my suggestions; dinner, conversation, dessert, returning to Baker Street. Through it all you vacillated with raw emotions that you were too much of a gentleman -- too much of a friend -- to loose on me.

    I owe you more than a thousand apologies, Watson. Perhaps, someday, the great detective Sherlock Holmes, will be able to confess that truth to you.

    SH

    1897