Prompt from Book girl fan: Falling.
a/n: Mrs P goes all experimental...
Falling
It had taken a long time for Dr Watson to find his feet again.
He had lost his footing completely in the fevered and bullet ridden months
Following the worst of battles on Afghanistan's plain.
He remained unsteady, unemployed and unanchored, in the cheap lodgings which his
Ungenerous army pension decreed was his fate.
His cane could only do so much, to help external balance; inside he was still falling,
Unable to grab onto opportunity or purpose to alter that state.
A lifeline unexpectedly appeared in the hands of an old medical acquaintance;
Watson took a tentative hold, and hauled himself up onto the most solid and peculiar of bases;
A base which let him catch his breath and his sanity; a foundation on which he built
A medical practice, a marriage, a writing career and a unique friendship; with shared danger,
Excitement, tragedy and the most intriguing of cases...
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These thoughts passed fleetingly, as Watson picked up the paper, which had been weighed down by a silver cigarette case;
Heard the churning waters rage below, and recognised the familiar scrawl.
He gazed down at the unfathomable depths, as his world changed axis, everything tilted,
And he was thrown off balance, once more.
Holmes' Alpine stock would never be enough;
Nothing could break this particular fall...
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