Title: A Fool In Love
Rating: M
Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Sherlock Holmes *sad face*
Summary: Mrs. Hudson goes out of town, leaving Holmes and Watson home alone. Holmes decides to take their "relationship"to the next level. M/M. R&R
Note: This contains M/M content, don't like don't read. If you do read this and decide to review, please no flames. Creative criticism is welcome. For those who have read A Very Awkward Position, this is for you ;)
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He was thrown violently onto the bed. He grunted in pain as he landed on some unknown object hidden under the too fluffy covers. His attempt to get up was quickly thwarted as his so called friend jumped on top of him, pinning him to the bed. His spine screamed in pain as the unknown object dug deeper into his skin. He gazed up helplessly at the ceiling.
'How did I get myself into this situation?'
Watson
It had started out as a normal day, if the word normal can ever be used at 221B Baker Street. He was watching out the window as people tried to outrun the coming rain. With no new cases to solve, he found himself with too much time on his hands and nothing to do. (And people watching could only be interesting for so long.) There was a small knock.
"Mr. Watson?"
"Yes Mrs. Hudson?" he said turning his head slightly.
"I'll be headed off soon sir, is there anything you need?" she seemed a bit nervous.
He offered her a reassuring smile.
"No need to worry Mrs. Hudson. I will keep a close eye on Holmes while you're gone."
She smiled as he grabbed his cane and picked up her bags. They got as far as the stairs when a sudden thud was heard. They both glanced warily at Holmes' door.
"Perhaps," she began.
"No, no, I shall take care of it" he looked at the door uneasily. "He's probably just tripped over something in that garbage heap he calls a bedroom."
Mrs. Hudson gave a hesitant laugh and allowed herself to be led out. Watson loaded the bags and helped her into the carriage.
"Don't worry Mrs. Hudson; I will keep a close eye on him while you're gone."
"If you say so…. I'll be back in a week," she glanced up at Sherlock's window. "Do take care of yourself."
"Good bye then."
"Good bye."
He waved and then turned back towards the house. He breathed deeply and headed in to check on Sherlock.
Holmes
He heard the light footsteps of Mrs. Hudson as she stepped in to talk to Watson. He leapt up and placed his ear against the wall, catching only snippets of the conversation. Footsteps and the clear thump of a cane. He ran to the door but tripped over something in the floor and fell with a loud thud. He sat up and grabbed whatever it was and angrily threw it on his bed.
"Stupid son of a-THE WINDOW!"
He scrambled up and peeked through the curtains. His eyes adjusted quickly to the dim light and he watched for the two. He moved back from the window when Mrs. Hudson glanced up. He paced a little, quickly sorting through his jumbled thoughts and picking a plan. He ran to a cluttered… table? perhaps another small bed?
Focus, he instructed himself.
He frantically began digging through all the papers and vials. He smiled and waited for Watson to come check in on him.
Watson
He ascended the stairs slowly, assuming that Holmes had simply tripped or passed out from lack of sleep. He paused at Holmes' door and quickly went into his own room.
He's probably hurt himself or hasn't slept in a week, he thought as he picked up his medical bag.
Holmes had a knack for getting hurt even more so when they were home than when they were actually on a case. He walked back to Holmes' room and knocked.
"Holmes?"
No answer. He rolled his eyes.
"I'm coming in Holmes, I hope you're decent."
Oh God, please let him be clothed, he prayed silently.
He peered in Holmes' room. It was dark and Watson could just make out shadowy shapes of things in the floor.
"Holmes," he whispered. "We heard a sound and I figured I'd come to make sure you're alright… Holmes?"
Holmes
He watched Watson carefully from behind, what he had deduced to be, a small table. Watson was carefully poking through some of the clutter on the ground with his cane and headed towards the window. Holmes stood and waited silently. He counted his heart beats as Watson prepared to pull open the blinds. When they opened he let out a sigh and covered his face.
Both
Watson turned and smiled at Holmes.
"You look terrible my good fellow, not sleeping I suppose?"
Holmes smiled and gave a small chuckle.
"Well old boy, I soon will never have to bother with sleep for I have found this," he held up an open vial of a purple substance.
Watson eyed it warily.
"This," began Holmes, "will allow me to stay awake for weeks at a time with no ill effects."
"Holmes," Watson began slowly, "I would advise against drinking that. You don't know what it could do."
"Oh pish-posh."
Holmes looked at the drink lovingly.
"Okay Holmes, just ah tell me what's in it before you drink it."
Holmes thrust a piece of paper towards Watson.
'"Panax quinquefolius, ocimum sanctum, corynanthe yohimbe…, wait a moment Holmes; I'd like to look some of these up."
Holmes watched as the other man dug a book out of his bag. Watson quickly flipped through it.
Hmm ah here we go Panax Quinquefolius: strong excitant, promotes potency for men, use decoction made from bark... Yohimbine is a genuine aphrodisiac and capable of curing impotency and frigidity, also used ritually. There number of side effects, but if person tolerates it well, he'll experience high erotic joy. Dear Lord!
"Holmes you can't seriously be thinking of drinking that!" he cried as he blushed furiously.
"What's that Watson?" he asked as a drop of purple liquid fell from his lips.
"Holmes! The ingredients in that purple concoction were almost all aphrodisiacs!"
Holmes licked his lips slowly.
"You don't say?"
Watson felt a drop of sweat trickle down his collar. He walked to the door, keeping an eye on Holmes as he did so. Holmes turned to his table and began searching through his notes as Watson swiftly returned to his room.
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