Hey all!
This is my first attempt at fanfiction. I wrote this yesterday after waiting months for an inspiration.
Reviews are highly appreciated but please, no flames. I know that I'm not a great writer yet but I'm trying.
I apologize for any grammatical errors, I don't have a beta reader.
Disclaimer: I do not own Holmes or Watson :,(
Smoke curled up around his head as he sat silently, knees brought up to his chest, in his armchair by the fire. Pondering the facts and questions that were currently racing through his head at so fast a pace, it would have made anyone else dizzy simply from the immense amount of information.
But then he's always been one step ahead of everyone for as long as he can remember.
Occasionally he wondered whether it really was a gift, as his friend so often described it, or a curse. Indeed, unless his mind was working to its fullest capacity it was hard not to let his boredom control his actions, much to his good doctors dismay.
Still, whichever it was; as long as people continued to commit acts of cruelty, fraud and injustice; he still had a purpose in this world, to stop them.
And if, because of him, a few less innocent people were harmed, or one more criminal brought to justice, then he would be content to put his love for the game to a good use.
Now, the problem solved, and reflective thoughts put aside, he jumped to his feet and reached for his coat, pipe forgotten.
"Come Watson, the game is afoot!"
Well that's it. I know it's short, sorry.
Please, pleeeeaaaase review :)
- Jfreak