Authors note:Hello all, Anony9 here and wishing you all a wonderful holiday season. Okay, so I wrote this piece three years ago when a lot of fanfiction authors were writing similar pieces. So I thought I would try my hand on this topic as well, it's been left in a file to gather dust ever since. I have just recently procured an account for myself (a fanfic account) and thought that I would post it. I am actually very much pleased with this drabble myself, but please feel free to leave a review and a few helpful tips as well, if you would be so kind, though I feel I must ask that if you do leave a review (which I hope you do) please do refrain from using vulgar and profane language. It is not appreciated nor will it be tolerated. Other than that please enjoy, and remember fellow sherlockians, that the game is always afoot. God bless.
The Others Limits
One day, shortly after moving into my new flat on Baker Street, (on which I will comment was deucedly better for business than my old flat on Montague Street), I was conversing with my new flat mate Dr. John H. Watson, or rather he was lecturing me on how the earth traveled around the sun rather than the opposite, on which, I promptly informed him that now that I knew it, I would endeavor to forget it to the best of my abilities. This, of course, left my new flat mate completely and utterly appalled. After this he began to write in one of his journals. I, having nothing better to do, became utterly bored within a few short minutes and decided to make a few deductions on my new acquaintance, so I pulled out a pencil and a sheaf of paper and began to write:
Dr. John H. Watson—his limits
1.—Knowledge of literature—Excessive
He seems to be quite taken by those silly romanticized novels and he is always writing in his journals.
2.—Philosophy—Has a sensible knowledge and some quite interesting ideas.
3.—Astronomy—Apparently extensive as this is what he had been lecturing me on.
4.—Politics—Accurate
Rather well updated for someone who has been out of the country for such a long period of time.
5.—Botany—Well off in practical gardening.
6.—Knowledge of geology—Lacking.
7.—Knowledge of chemistry—Well enough off.
8.—Anatomy—More so than myself as it is his profession.
9.—Sensational literature—Extremely poor.
Misses every important clue that there is and is much too inattentive.
10.—Seems to have played rugby before he was injured.
11.—Is more tolerant of myself and my habits than anyone I have ever met.
12.—Is too prideful and stubborn for his own good.
Will not except help from anyone for anything even though he is not well.
13.—Is too much of a gentleman and is too polite for his own good.
14.—Is much smarter than he gives himself credit for.
15.—He is more loyal to his country than the Queen herself.
I looked at the list that I made of Dr. Watson. Then I crumpled the paper and threw it in the rubbish bin. Even after writing that list and making the deductions that I had, I still could not figure the good doctor out. I suddenly got the sensation that I was being watched and I instantly became alert. As I looked around the room, I saw Dr. Watson throw a piece of paper into the fire in a troubled manner. The feeling of being watched could not have come from him seeing as he was preoccupied. I finished glancing around the room seeing nothing out of place I could only deduce that I was being restless at not having any cases of real interest as of late. I picked up a magazine, looked at the article of mine in it, looked at Dr. Watson and I circled the title.
FINIS