With Mary

by Content-To-Write

A little ficlet about Watson's life with Mary. Watson POV. Cad be read as a poem or letter to Holmes if you like. Slash or friendship, read as you will.

Title: With Mary

Author: asummersdance

Pairing: Holmes/Watson

Rating: PG

Word Count: 181

Summary: A lighter little ficlet. Watson's POV. A poem (or letter if you like) to Holmes

Spoilers: None

When I am with Mary it is most pleasant.

I may wake when I wish, within reason. We have tea every afternoon at the same time in the same room.

She never leaves the hub on.

We go out in the evenings, her hand so light on my arm. And speak of simple things.

We do not run or fight or change those we touch. We leave places how we find them.

With Mary I can see the sky is blue with no need to ask why.

My leg does not hurt so much and my cane is never chewed on.

My trousers are only dirtied from my own doing.

My things are where I leave them.

But I can still smell your pipe on my jacket.

I can still hear your violin at three in the morning only it is when I awaken that you stop playing instead of the other way round.

On my shoes there is a spot you marred that will not smooth.

It is such a pleasant life with Mary, but I fear I cannot stay.