December 25: "I can feel a headache coming." (from I'm Nova)
A/N: Merry Christmas everybody!
This can be read as a sequel to the last one, but it doesn't have to be.
I was sprawled on the settee, my head pounding. I was still recovering from four sleepless nights last week, and did not intend to go anywhere or do anything this morning. But Watson and his tidings of good cheer had other ideas.
"Holmes," my friend said, pleading with his eyes. "It's Christmas."
I felt a pang of something, but pushed it aside. "Hmph."
"Would you go on a case feeling like this?" he asked.
Without a doubt.
I sighed. "Fine. We can go for a quick walk through Hyde Park, if that's what you really want, old fellow."
His face split into a wide grin, and I knew I had made the right decision.
"Have you got something strong I can use for a headache?" I asked.
He nodded, and a coffee-mixed-with-foul-powder later, we were off. I had to admit that the cool air was clearing my head, and the dusting of fluffy, white snow clinging to the streets, the buildings, and trees had a certain beauty to it.
We walked for some distance arm in arm in silence, and I reflected on the season and the dear friend I was so fortunate to have at my side.
I smiled in spite of myself. "Merry Christmas, my dear Watson."
The doctor grinned back. "Merry Christmas, old boy."