Well folks, perhaps it's just me, but I could so see this happening. I will be updating my other story The Call of the Chickadee shortly, I apologize for my continued delays. But I had to get this out of my head first. And I just had my wisdom teeth extracted on Tuesday, so I haven't been much up to writing. Bleh.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Mr. Sherlock Holmes or Dr. John Watson. I get along well enough with Holmes!Muse and Watson!Muse. Though, Holmes!Muse was rather cross with me after this one...
I probed the afflicted area carefully, my trained surgeon's eye taking in every detail. Holmes watched my every move with that infuriatingly scrutinizing manner of his; infuriating because now I had the displeasure of having it trained on me. I blamed myself, really. If I had paid just the slightest bit more attention when we had been trailing after that suspect...
We had been following the man silently (or as silently as I imagine we could have been) down a rather narrow alley some blocks away from our rooms at Baker Street. Unfortunately, I'd been so focused on keeping my breath still and my steps undetectable, that I failed to notice the cat that had wandered into my path and trod on the unfortunate creature's tail. Needless to say, it let out quite the loud yowl and our cover was blown. The man turned, quickly, before I could draw my old service revolver, and fired. I felt Holmes collide with me, throwing us out of the way of the shot and straight into an unevenly stacked pile of wood.
He flinched at my probing and I pulled back, mumbling my apology and refusing to meet his somewhat childish glare of annoyance. Readjusting the metal tool, I sought once again to remove what was embedded in his palm. I had known the man just shy of two years and this was the first affair in which my medical skills could be of some use to my fellow lodger. I felt a strange mixture of pride and utter insult, considering the situation that called for them.
"Doctor, do watch where you thrust those tweezers!" Holmes growled.
My patience broke.
"Oh, for heaven's sake, Holmes, it's just a splinter!"
I know, I know. It's silly. But so am I, so it all evens out. :D