A/N: *skids into the frame, Breakfast Club style, with a package of Hawaiian rolls in one hand and a pile of study materials in the other* I'm back!
December 7: "One of Watson's patients is allergic to bees." (from zanganito)
It was noon on a Friday, and Watson's practice was buzzing with activity. The good doctor was exhausted and harried, and so it was with a sinking heart that he saw Holmes arrive in his waiting room; he did not have time or energy to spare assisting his friend in a case.
"Holmes—" Watson began.
"No case," interrupted Holmes. "I wished to show you a fascinating purchase I made earlier today." He pulled out a wooden and glass box, the inside of which was buzzing (quite literally) with even more activity than his practice.
"Good heavens," said Watson, stepping back in alarm, "what if they get loose?"
"Nonsense," Holmes replied, "It is quite secure."
Watson looked rather less than convinced. "But Holmes, why purchase such a thing in the first place? You live in London; hardly a place for keeping bees."
"Excuse me, Doctor," came a nervous voice from behind Watson.
The two men turned to look.
"I must inform you I am terribly allergic to bees, and must insist that this man leave, or I shall take my business elsewhere."
Watson gave Holmes a pleading look.
Holmes sighed, but did as he was bid. Perhaps on some other occasion Watson would come to appreciate the marvelous little creatures.
As he departed, Holmes could hear the man muttering, "blasted bees."
A/N: Okay, so they're not bad bees, I just liked that chapter title in light of the previous one. Also, Holmes getting an observation hive while living in London was definitely inspired by (stolen from?) zanganito's December 1 & 2 responses.