"Trust that little voice in your head that says 'Wouldn't it be interesting if...'; And then do it."

Duane Michals

Wouldn't it be interesting if I told Watson his room had been infested by a rare breed of Indian bees?

"I can't stand another night on that damnable settee! I sorely miss the comforts of my own bed."

"Did I ever mention how men have died by one single prick of the stinger? All of which held no previous allergens to bee stings?"

"Yes, you have mentioned as much..."

"I'd hate to see you fall prey to such tiny insects."

"But really, Holmes! It's been nearly two weeks; surely they've moved on by now!"

"When have you ever known an infestation to move on in a matter of days?"

"Well... at least let me call someone to handle them?"

"That would be a terrible mistake."

"You seem very sure about this."

"I have a lot of background knowledge of bees."

"Why is that?"

"Oh, no reason."

He stared in dire concentration at me, as I fear I may have let myself slip. Standing up suddenly, he makes for the staircase leading up to his room.

"Holmes, if there's on thing I know, it's that you don't keep information for no reason. You're withholding something from me."

"Watson, I am appalled."

He laughs, pointing a finger in my direction. "Bees? Well I've been to India and I don't recall ever hearing anything about bees. If so, then I shall go up there and handle them myself."

I shrug my shoulders indifferently. "Suit yourself. I'll just get the envelope ready for when you fall down that stair with a thorn in your thumb--"

My, my! He's up the stairs in no time at all! Well, this hardly leaves me with enough time for my escape. Without time to spare, I grab my coat and run out the door; Watson's tread heavy upon our floors.

"Two weeks, Holmes!"

"Two weeks of missed opportunities to hone your bee hunting skills, eh, Watson?" I shout back, slamming the door shut behind me so as to protect myself from the ex-soldier I call my flatmate.

And then-- I hear the latch lock.

I Instantly pad my pockets for the key which should be right... ah. Knew I forgot something.

"Watson? Will you be letting me back in anytime soon?" I call out.

"I'm sorry, my dear Holmes, but there appears to be an infestation in the rooms. I'd hate to see you fall prey to them."

"Oh!" I say, laughing. "Watson, you jest. Now please, open the door so I may properly apologize."

"I can't hear you; a bee just flew into my ear."

Again I laugh, but to myself this time. At least Mrs. Hudson will take pity and let me back in, I thought as I leaned heavily against the locked door.

There's some shuffling of feet within the room before Watson places his face against the door so that we were only inches apart. Putting his lips to the hinges, he delightfully declares, "I sure am glad Mrs. Hudson decided to take my advice to visit her brother this weekend. The poor woman really needs the fresh air."

"Is that so?" Dear me.

"Yes. She'll be gone 'til next Thursday, if I dare say it."

I suppose nine days getting to know the lobby of Baker Street won't be too bad. But surely....

"Watson, you do know that I plan to fully make it up to you, don't you? Watson?" And he's gone.

I always think to myself, wouldn't it be interesting if I were a normal person? But then I realize the monotony of such a thing; besides, I still have my picks... oh, hold a moment- I don't think I do have them.

Hum.

Okay, so again I deviate from my original plans for this quote, BUT whatever. I'll just take the scrapped situations and try to incorporate them into later adventures, or maybe I can go off and actually work on my chapter story. GUESS WE'LL HAFTA SEE.

And with my dire lack of lighter stories, as of late, I hope this will bring forgiveness? :D