I woke up the next morning feeling slightly drowsy, and slumped down the stairs. To tell truth, I still hadn't made heads or tail of what had happened the night before. It wasn't that anything was too out of the ordinary, except for the hand thing, it was just . . . . .confusing. I decided to leave that subject alone for the moment.
"Good Morning, Mr. Stuntson, John, Holmes." I sat down to start on my toast.
"Good Morning, Ms. Watson. Now what would all of you want to drink, we have tea and coffee." Stuntson inquired.
"Tea, please," Watson said.
"Coffee." Holmes answered.
"Me, too." Stuntson looked at me.
"What? Oh, I know, slightly strange, but I can't make it through the rest of the day without it." I heard Holmes sigh with relief from his seat. What did he think I was going to say? I need it because I, on average, drink four cups a day? I did have more sense than that. Women of the time didn't drink the stuff.
We started to eat our meal in silence. Up to that point, anyone would agree, I had been a very good, patient, little girl. I slammed my fork and glared at Holmes.
"Holmes, this is pathetic, we can't stay here for the rest of our lives. No offense, Mr. Stuntson, but I really don't wish to be in a basic house arrest because of what happened. Holmes, you're supposed to be smart, now figure a way to get us out of this rut." I remembered a series I had read many years ago, " and no, escaping to Israel or any other country on this planet will suffice. Come on, you acting like a bloody git!"
Holmes stood up, angered. "How dare you! After how much patience I have shown to you even when you showed your anger!"
I sprang from my chair. "I do believe I have a right to show anger!"
"You're a woman!"
"You've stated that brilliant observation before! My sex is not something that determines if I have can be emotional!"
"I do not feel like having a battle of wits, Olivia." His tone would have scared me if I wasn't so outraged.
" 'Battle of wits'? I wouldn't *dare* have a battle of wits with someone that wasn't armed!" I screamed.
"And to think I might have lo- fine. Have it your way!" He turned and marched out the door.
I looked at the table, Mr. Stuntson and Watson still had food poised in their hands. Sitting and smiling, I asked them why we stopped eating.
Holmes and I didn't speak for the rest of the day. I had a bad case of insomnia, and didn't want to confront him in the library.
I really don't know why I blew up at him, or why I called him such a git. Through the entire day, I felt guilt starting to heavily build up. The next morning, I went straight to Holmes' room. Holmes must have had the same idea, because I heard a knock that could only have been on my door, and I rushed over to see if it was him.
"I'm sorry!" We said in unison.
"Holmes, I must admit it was all my fault. If I hadn't started yelling at you for being here, we wouldn't have-"
"Watson, I shouldn't have defended my pride so quickly. And it is I, who took us here."
"All right, truce?" I asked hopefully.
"Truce."
We shook hands, and he offered me his arm, which I took and we started down the stairs to breakfast.
"Oh thank God!" Watson said as we came in. "The cloud above our house is gone!"
I smiled and sat down. Today was the party, if Moriarty found out we where here, then today was the day we were going to die. Well, I had asked for things to be a little more exciting!
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I was in a good mood, so I decided to upload. Page is gonna kill me, but I promise that you'll be showin up vedy vedy soon, like maybe the next chap. This is almost done, chaps (you people is what I ment) so hold on to your bowler hats!
I would just like to add that there is actually a Sherlock Holmes board game, I got it for x-mas. I dunno how much it cost or where to get it, but I screamed when I opened it. Ummm, cheesy bread, I gotta go!
"Good Morning, Mr. Stuntson, John, Holmes." I sat down to start on my toast.
"Good Morning, Ms. Watson. Now what would all of you want to drink, we have tea and coffee." Stuntson inquired.
"Tea, please," Watson said.
"Coffee." Holmes answered.
"Me, too." Stuntson looked at me.
"What? Oh, I know, slightly strange, but I can't make it through the rest of the day without it." I heard Holmes sigh with relief from his seat. What did he think I was going to say? I need it because I, on average, drink four cups a day? I did have more sense than that. Women of the time didn't drink the stuff.
We started to eat our meal in silence. Up to that point, anyone would agree, I had been a very good, patient, little girl. I slammed my fork and glared at Holmes.
"Holmes, this is pathetic, we can't stay here for the rest of our lives. No offense, Mr. Stuntson, but I really don't wish to be in a basic house arrest because of what happened. Holmes, you're supposed to be smart, now figure a way to get us out of this rut." I remembered a series I had read many years ago, " and no, escaping to Israel or any other country on this planet will suffice. Come on, you acting like a bloody git!"
Holmes stood up, angered. "How dare you! After how much patience I have shown to you even when you showed your anger!"
I sprang from my chair. "I do believe I have a right to show anger!"
"You're a woman!"
"You've stated that brilliant observation before! My sex is not something that determines if I have can be emotional!"
"I do not feel like having a battle of wits, Olivia." His tone would have scared me if I wasn't so outraged.
" 'Battle of wits'? I wouldn't *dare* have a battle of wits with someone that wasn't armed!" I screamed.
"And to think I might have lo- fine. Have it your way!" He turned and marched out the door.
I looked at the table, Mr. Stuntson and Watson still had food poised in their hands. Sitting and smiling, I asked them why we stopped eating.
Holmes and I didn't speak for the rest of the day. I had a bad case of insomnia, and didn't want to confront him in the library.
I really don't know why I blew up at him, or why I called him such a git. Through the entire day, I felt guilt starting to heavily build up. The next morning, I went straight to Holmes' room. Holmes must have had the same idea, because I heard a knock that could only have been on my door, and I rushed over to see if it was him.
"I'm sorry!" We said in unison.
"Holmes, I must admit it was all my fault. If I hadn't started yelling at you for being here, we wouldn't have-"
"Watson, I shouldn't have defended my pride so quickly. And it is I, who took us here."
"All right, truce?" I asked hopefully.
"Truce."
We shook hands, and he offered me his arm, which I took and we started down the stairs to breakfast.
"Oh thank God!" Watson said as we came in. "The cloud above our house is gone!"
I smiled and sat down. Today was the party, if Moriarty found out we where here, then today was the day we were going to die. Well, I had asked for things to be a little more exciting!
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I was in a good mood, so I decided to upload. Page is gonna kill me, but I promise that you'll be showin up vedy vedy soon, like maybe the next chap. This is almost done, chaps (you people is what I ment) so hold on to your bowler hats!
I would just like to add that there is actually a Sherlock Holmes board game, I got it for x-mas. I dunno how much it cost or where to get it, but I screamed when I opened it. Ummm, cheesy bread, I gotta go!
