Shoot me. Or shoot my computer. Then I could replace it with something that actually works. The perils of living on a budget. Anyway ol' Dr. Watson gets his turn in this chapter and things being to move towards the big finish! :bows at the massive wave of appaluse:: Thank you, thank you.
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Chapter Seven
Narrative of Dr. John Watson
In days following the arrival of Miss Aurora, I was kept occupied by my medical practice. I had heard of the matter of the coded letter and Aurora's help in solving the matter. My wife had left town for a few days to visit with some friends in the country, so I decided to pay a visit to Baker Street.
Holmes greeted me in the abstracted manner which usually meant he was deep in thought over some new dilemma.
"You are on a case?" I asked.
Holmes chuckled. "You know me too well, Watson. The problem which engages my attention is the origin of our fair visitor." Holmes frowned at the empty hearth. "Infuriating woman. She is tangled up in something and she refuses to say what."
I listened as Holmes described the events of the morning, the confrontation at the train station and Holmes' researches into Aurora's past. "This man she met, she knows him in some capacity but her explanation of events is so fantastical…" Holmes trailed off. I waited to hear what this strange explanation could be but he said nothing.
"What explanation does she give?" I prompted
"Utter foolishness. And yet it is the only one that covers all the facts, improbable as it is."
I gave up on that front. "Where is she now?" I asked, I hadn't seen any evidence of her in the house.
Holmes frowned again. "She disappeared into the night. I was working on my experiment," Holmes gestured at the row of chemicals and beakers, one of which was still bubbling over a small flame, "and she never returned. If I weren't confident in her ability to defend herself I would be worried about her."
"You aren't worried?" I asked.
"Of course I am," Holmes answered, speaking mainly to himself. "Infuriating as she is, I have grown accustomed to her presence. I…"
He broke off as the sound of footsteps on the stairs reached us. Aurora appeared in the doorway, looking both annoyed and distracted.
"Aurora…" Holmes began, but she jumped at being addressed. She didn't seem to have noticed us until Holmes spoke.
"Stuff the interrogation would you? It's been a long night." She didn't so much sit as slouch into a chair. Holmes didn't flinch at the gruff reply.
"Have you spoken with your friend again?" He asked.
"Wes?" She scoffed. "Yeah, that stubborn git…" She muttered.
"Watson has come to stay for the night." Holmes stated. Aurora nodded but didn't answer.
The beaker on the flame began to steam, and Holmes went over to turn down the flame and record some observations. Aurora frowned ever so slightly. I made a mental note to ask her why she was so adverse to chemistry experiments.
It also gave me the opportunity to reflect on the similarities between Holmes and our visitor. They were both strong-willed, intelligent people with a certain thirst for adventure. And several of my adventures with Holmes had shown me that it was a short step between detective and criminal.
The bell rang, startling us all. Mrs. Hudson answered it and came up with a note for Holmes. He scanned it quickly. "I must go, a case has come up." He said, and was gone before either of us could protest.
Aurora frowned. "I don't get the man." She said suddenly.
"What?" I replied bewildered by the statement.
"Sometimes it's like he trusts me and it's all cool, then he gets all distant and broody. I don't get him."
"Perhaps if you weren't so…alike, you wouldn't be in constant conflict." I pointed out.
"Don't you go match-making now, Watson." Aurora chuckled. "I have enough to deal with without adding a love affair to the mix."
I was slightly surprised at the way she had been following my thoughts. A very Holmes-like thing to do.
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Chapter Seven
Narrative of Dr. John Watson
In days following the arrival of Miss Aurora, I was kept occupied by my medical practice. I had heard of the matter of the coded letter and Aurora's help in solving the matter. My wife had left town for a few days to visit with some friends in the country, so I decided to pay a visit to Baker Street.
Holmes greeted me in the abstracted manner which usually meant he was deep in thought over some new dilemma.
"You are on a case?" I asked.
Holmes chuckled. "You know me too well, Watson. The problem which engages my attention is the origin of our fair visitor." Holmes frowned at the empty hearth. "Infuriating woman. She is tangled up in something and she refuses to say what."
I listened as Holmes described the events of the morning, the confrontation at the train station and Holmes' researches into Aurora's past. "This man she met, she knows him in some capacity but her explanation of events is so fantastical…" Holmes trailed off. I waited to hear what this strange explanation could be but he said nothing.
"What explanation does she give?" I prompted
"Utter foolishness. And yet it is the only one that covers all the facts, improbable as it is."
I gave up on that front. "Where is she now?" I asked, I hadn't seen any evidence of her in the house.
Holmes frowned again. "She disappeared into the night. I was working on my experiment," Holmes gestured at the row of chemicals and beakers, one of which was still bubbling over a small flame, "and she never returned. If I weren't confident in her ability to defend herself I would be worried about her."
"You aren't worried?" I asked.
"Of course I am," Holmes answered, speaking mainly to himself. "Infuriating as she is, I have grown accustomed to her presence. I…"
He broke off as the sound of footsteps on the stairs reached us. Aurora appeared in the doorway, looking both annoyed and distracted.
"Aurora…" Holmes began, but she jumped at being addressed. She didn't seem to have noticed us until Holmes spoke.
"Stuff the interrogation would you? It's been a long night." She didn't so much sit as slouch into a chair. Holmes didn't flinch at the gruff reply.
"Have you spoken with your friend again?" He asked.
"Wes?" She scoffed. "Yeah, that stubborn git…" She muttered.
"Watson has come to stay for the night." Holmes stated. Aurora nodded but didn't answer.
The beaker on the flame began to steam, and Holmes went over to turn down the flame and record some observations. Aurora frowned ever so slightly. I made a mental note to ask her why she was so adverse to chemistry experiments.
It also gave me the opportunity to reflect on the similarities between Holmes and our visitor. They were both strong-willed, intelligent people with a certain thirst for adventure. And several of my adventures with Holmes had shown me that it was a short step between detective and criminal.
The bell rang, startling us all. Mrs. Hudson answered it and came up with a note for Holmes. He scanned it quickly. "I must go, a case has come up." He said, and was gone before either of us could protest.
Aurora frowned. "I don't get the man." She said suddenly.
"What?" I replied bewildered by the statement.
"Sometimes it's like he trusts me and it's all cool, then he gets all distant and broody. I don't get him."
"Perhaps if you weren't so…alike, you wouldn't be in constant conflict." I pointed out.
"Don't you go match-making now, Watson." Aurora chuckled. "I have enough to deal with without adding a love affair to the mix."
I was slightly surprised at the way she had been following my thoughts. A very Holmes-like thing to do.
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