A/N: Well howdy again, y'all! Here's a lovely story set in present day. If I seem to trail, I appologize in advance, but I've been having to read Faulkner lately and a bit of the existentialist seems to rub off. ...Nonsensical bastard.
The regularity almost suffocated him, Andrew Holmes noted with some bitterness as he threw down the paper in disgust. Here he was, standing before the hearth, like his father before him and grandfather before that…et cetera, as though generation flowed into the next generation with narry a change. There's nothing like having to live up to your forefathers to make one feel like less than individual.The fire in the hearth blazed in a futile attempt to keep out the London damp cold, a cold that chilled him to the bone on this unforgiving, uneventful day and since the rag of a newspaper held nothing of particular interest to him, he was doomed to succumb to London's fury.
He wandered about his lavish apartment restlessly, like a caged animal, trapped both physically and mentally. How long had it been? Days? Weeks? Months since his last job? It was all the same to him, really – Lack of stimulation caused his mind to rebel; a human weakness of which he could never rid himself and weakness was a thing intolerable. His recent bullet wound smarted and as he limped back to his armchair, his sour mood soured further. Who would have guessed that a simple projectile would call for so much recovery?
A knock resounded from the door. It had to be the good doctor Watson, no doubt, making sure that James hadn't angered the wound any. "The door's open," he growled.
"Are you decent?"
"Well of course I'm decent! What do you think, I…" and as he turned to face the door, annoyance and sourness melted away into one single angelic word: "…Sabina."
A/N: As we all know,I tend to post things without a second thought. I basically start something, then abandon it. Hopefully (and depending on response :3 ), I'll post chapter after chapter until this sucker wraps up. If any of y'all have suggestions on where you'd like this to go, go ahead and tell me, because frankly, I'm not so sure myself.