Disclaimer: The events and characters recognizable from YSH belong to Paramount,
though I have reason to believe that Holmes belongs solely to himself....
A/N: Well, after much searching, I've been unable to find any fanfic based on
"Young Sherlock Holmes," one of the better Holmes films, in my humble opinion.
Thus, as I've often found, when you want to read something, you usually end up
having to write it yourself. So, I've begun this fic with the final events of the
movie....it shall evolve into who-knows-what from there. Enjoy!
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Further Adventures of the Young Sherlock Holmes
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London
Winter, 1871
"I never want to be alone."
So went Holmes's quiet answer that evening at the supper table. Our companions,
each of whom had expounded effusively on their prospective careers, exchanged
silent glances and raised eyebrows. To their minds, this was simply Holmes being
his odd and inscrutable self, determined to answer even the simplest of questions
in a cryptic manner. But even after such a short time, I knew him more deeply
than that.
It was a rare insight into his emotions, to be sure, a part of himself that he
normally kept tightly under wraps. I was actually rather astonished that he
revealed such a personal thing at all, to say nothing of divulging it in front of
his supposed archrival.
"I never want to be alone," he'd intoned in a far-away voice, almost as if he'd
forgotten about his audience altogether. His attention seemed entirely transfixed
by the pale, willowy form visible through the frosted window--Elizabeth. For
all of his focus, determination, and voracity when it came to deduction and
detection, Sherlock Holmes wanted nothing so much as the companionship of that
one remarkable girl.
"I never want to be alone," said he.
And yet, that is exactly how the close of our first adventure together found him.
Sweet Elizabeth had died protecting him, and Holmes was left utterly alone, and
resigned to remaining so.
Or so he thought.
J. H. Watson
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A/N: Well, I know that this part was short; that's what's known as a "teaser." ;-)
I'm sure to keep writing whether you want me to or not, but I certainly prefer to
proceed with your approval.....aka: feedback.....
though I have reason to believe that Holmes belongs solely to himself....
A/N: Well, after much searching, I've been unable to find any fanfic based on
"Young Sherlock Holmes," one of the better Holmes films, in my humble opinion.
Thus, as I've often found, when you want to read something, you usually end up
having to write it yourself. So, I've begun this fic with the final events of the
movie....it shall evolve into who-knows-what from there. Enjoy!
**********
Further Adventures of the Young Sherlock Holmes
**********
London
Winter, 1871
"I never want to be alone."
So went Holmes's quiet answer that evening at the supper table. Our companions,
each of whom had expounded effusively on their prospective careers, exchanged
silent glances and raised eyebrows. To their minds, this was simply Holmes being
his odd and inscrutable self, determined to answer even the simplest of questions
in a cryptic manner. But even after such a short time, I knew him more deeply
than that.
It was a rare insight into his emotions, to be sure, a part of himself that he
normally kept tightly under wraps. I was actually rather astonished that he
revealed such a personal thing at all, to say nothing of divulging it in front of
his supposed archrival.
"I never want to be alone," he'd intoned in a far-away voice, almost as if he'd
forgotten about his audience altogether. His attention seemed entirely transfixed
by the pale, willowy form visible through the frosted window--Elizabeth. For
all of his focus, determination, and voracity when it came to deduction and
detection, Sherlock Holmes wanted nothing so much as the companionship of that
one remarkable girl.
"I never want to be alone," said he.
And yet, that is exactly how the close of our first adventure together found him.
Sweet Elizabeth had died protecting him, and Holmes was left utterly alone, and
resigned to remaining so.
Or so he thought.
J. H. Watson
**********
A/N: Well, I know that this part was short; that's what's known as a "teaser." ;-)
I'm sure to keep writing whether you want me to or not, but I certainly prefer to
proceed with your approval.....aka: feedback.....