EPILOGUE
"Holmes?" I whispered.
He turned his head and opened his eyes. "Watson?"
"Yeah," I smiled. "You okay?"
"Never better."
I chuckled. "I missed you, too, Holmes." I bent down and kissed his forehead. He looked pale in the white hospital sheets, and his voice was thin, but he smiled up at me.
"You solved it?"
"Yes."
"Good show." Holmes closed his eyes for a moment. "Doctors say I'll be out of here in a week."
I breathed a huge sigh of relief. "I was so worried about you! Don't you ever do that again!"
"Right. Next time, I'll just get out of the way."
"Well, no, I mean…" I was interrupted by a strange sound coming from the hallway. It sounded like squeaky wheels. The door to Holmes' room opened, and an old upright piano rolled in, followed by Brad, who was pushing it, Marianne, who was pushing Brad and giggling, Raffi, who was dragging an amp, and a new guy. He was tall, with long, blond hair, a shy smile, and an electric guitar.
Raffi panted and then smiled. "Holmes, Sara baby - this is my friend Davey."
Davey, who was plugging into the amp, grinned. "'Ello."
Holmes laughed. "Raffi, what's all this?"
"A get better present. Hit it!"
Davey started out with slow, deliberate chords, and then Raffi joined in on the piano, singing.
"Captain Fantastic, raised and regimented
Hardly a hero
Just someone his mother might know
Very clearly a case for
Corn flakes and classics
Two teas both with sugar please
In the back of an alley
While little Dirt Cowboys
Turned brown in their saddles
Sweet chocolate biscuits
And red rosy apples in summer.
For its hay make
And Hey Mom - do the papers say
Anything good?
Are there chances in life for
Little dirt cowboys,
Should I make my way out of my home in the woods?
Brown Dirt Cowboy
Still green and growing
City slick Captain
Fantastic the feedback
The honey the hive could be holding
For there's weak winged young sparrows
That starve in the winter
Broken young children
On the wheels of the winners.
And the sixty eight-summer festival wallflowers
Are thinning…"
Raffi began banging his heart out on the piano. Brad laughed and spun Marianne around, and Davey grinned and crashed in with a new set of chords.
"For cheap easy meals
Are hardly a home on the range
Too hot for the band
With a desperate desire for change.
We've thrown in the towel, too many times
Out for the count, when, when we're down.
Captain Fantastic and the Brown Dirt Cowboy -
From the end of the world to your town!!!!"
BANG! Raffi ended the song, and we all laughed and clapped. Outside, a nurse was frantic. "What is going on in here?" she demanded, flinging the door open. Raffi and Davey, demure as ever, slowly pushed the piano (*squeaky, squeaky, squeaky, squeaky*) out of the room. The nurse followed them with her eyes, flabbergasted.
I laughed. "That Raffi is such a character!" I said, then sighed. "But you know what? He seems really familiar."
Holmes smiled and closed his eyes. "His real name isn't Raffi, you know."
"Oh?"
Holmes grinned and turned over. "It's Reginald."
TA - DA!!!!!!!! My fourth fan fic finished! Hahahahahahahhahhahah I did it! Took me ten months but I did it!
So, to celebrate the end of this story, I am having A CONTEST! The winner gets to pick the name of a new character in my next Sherlock Fan Fic. So, here's the question:
WHO IS RAFFI?
Here are some hints:
1. Raffi is based on a real person.
2. That person is still alive today.
3. That person is very well known.
4. There are other hints in the story, but not everything is a hint. For example, the fact that Raffi robbed a cd store is not a clue.
How to win the contest (you clever person you)
1. Send me an email at SaraGirl137@aol.com with your guess on who Raffi REALLY is. Only one guess per email or I won't count it. I know, I'm so mean.
2. In the same email, give me your name for my new character - a fifteen year old girl. Naming this new girl after yourself if perfectly fine.
So put your deerstalker on, boys and girls - and let's see which one of you has what it takes to be a real detective!
P.S. This contest excludes Ann, Mell, and Allie and any other such people who know me too well. Good luck, everyone
"Holmes?" I whispered.
He turned his head and opened his eyes. "Watson?"
"Yeah," I smiled. "You okay?"
"Never better."
I chuckled. "I missed you, too, Holmes." I bent down and kissed his forehead. He looked pale in the white hospital sheets, and his voice was thin, but he smiled up at me.
"You solved it?"
"Yes."
"Good show." Holmes closed his eyes for a moment. "Doctors say I'll be out of here in a week."
I breathed a huge sigh of relief. "I was so worried about you! Don't you ever do that again!"
"Right. Next time, I'll just get out of the way."
"Well, no, I mean…" I was interrupted by a strange sound coming from the hallway. It sounded like squeaky wheels. The door to Holmes' room opened, and an old upright piano rolled in, followed by Brad, who was pushing it, Marianne, who was pushing Brad and giggling, Raffi, who was dragging an amp, and a new guy. He was tall, with long, blond hair, a shy smile, and an electric guitar.
Raffi panted and then smiled. "Holmes, Sara baby - this is my friend Davey."
Davey, who was plugging into the amp, grinned. "'Ello."
Holmes laughed. "Raffi, what's all this?"
"A get better present. Hit it!"
Davey started out with slow, deliberate chords, and then Raffi joined in on the piano, singing.
"Captain Fantastic, raised and regimented
Hardly a hero
Just someone his mother might know
Very clearly a case for
Corn flakes and classics
Two teas both with sugar please
In the back of an alley
While little Dirt Cowboys
Turned brown in their saddles
Sweet chocolate biscuits
And red rosy apples in summer.
For its hay make
And Hey Mom - do the papers say
Anything good?
Are there chances in life for
Little dirt cowboys,
Should I make my way out of my home in the woods?
Brown Dirt Cowboy
Still green and growing
City slick Captain
Fantastic the feedback
The honey the hive could be holding
For there's weak winged young sparrows
That starve in the winter
Broken young children
On the wheels of the winners.
And the sixty eight-summer festival wallflowers
Are thinning…"
Raffi began banging his heart out on the piano. Brad laughed and spun Marianne around, and Davey grinned and crashed in with a new set of chords.
"For cheap easy meals
Are hardly a home on the range
Too hot for the band
With a desperate desire for change.
We've thrown in the towel, too many times
Out for the count, when, when we're down.
Captain Fantastic and the Brown Dirt Cowboy -
From the end of the world to your town!!!!"
BANG! Raffi ended the song, and we all laughed and clapped. Outside, a nurse was frantic. "What is going on in here?" she demanded, flinging the door open. Raffi and Davey, demure as ever, slowly pushed the piano (*squeaky, squeaky, squeaky, squeaky*) out of the room. The nurse followed them with her eyes, flabbergasted.
I laughed. "That Raffi is such a character!" I said, then sighed. "But you know what? He seems really familiar."
Holmes smiled and closed his eyes. "His real name isn't Raffi, you know."
"Oh?"
Holmes grinned and turned over. "It's Reginald."
TA - DA!!!!!!!! My fourth fan fic finished! Hahahahahahahhahhahah I did it! Took me ten months but I did it!
So, to celebrate the end of this story, I am having A CONTEST! The winner gets to pick the name of a new character in my next Sherlock Fan Fic. So, here's the question:
WHO IS RAFFI?
Here are some hints:
1. Raffi is based on a real person.
2. That person is still alive today.
3. That person is very well known.
4. There are other hints in the story, but not everything is a hint. For example, the fact that Raffi robbed a cd store is not a clue.
How to win the contest (you clever person you)
1. Send me an email at SaraGirl137@aol.com with your guess on who Raffi REALLY is. Only one guess per email or I won't count it. I know, I'm so mean.
2. In the same email, give me your name for my new character - a fifteen year old girl. Naming this new girl after yourself if perfectly fine.
So put your deerstalker on, boys and girls - and let's see which one of you has what it takes to be a real detective!
P.S. This contest excludes Ann, Mell, and Allie and any other such people who know me too well. Good luck, everyone