Hey, hey, guys. Ah, Easter Vacation. It's time to get caught up on my
posting! I have an excuse, though. **Collective groan and rolling of
eyes** It's a good one, I promise. I was preparing for multiple concerts
and Solo and Ensemble. If I didn't practice, my teacher would have lobbed
off my head, put it in a jar of Formaldehyde, and placed the jar in his
front lawn to frighten away small children and ugly dogs.
Thank you's to Hermione Holmes and Hannah Holmes.
DISCLAIMER: I own Luci _____________________________________________________________________
Holmes tried to be quiet opening the door to his rooms, but he wasn't quiet enough. A lump of bed covering groaned and spoke to us.
"Dear God, Holmes. I know you never sleep, but some people do. Be quiet will you?!"
"Stop being so dramatic. You'll be more agreeable once you hear of my case." The lump seemed interested, judging by the eye that peeked out of a space in the blankets. "Are you decent?"
"Of course I'm decent. What kind of question is that?" The blob scoffed Holmes.
"We have a guest." Holmes gestured me to step in. A bleary- eyed Watson crawled out from under the covers. He tripped over a shoe, scowled at it, and came to meet us. He squinted against the light. "This is Lucilia. You met her earlier."
"Hey," I greeted, and rather weakly at that. I'm so pathetic.
"She left her room without a key, and---," Holmes began.
He was cut short by and exclamation from Watson. "Lord, what happened to you? Are you alright?" Watson was addressing me.
"I---I'm okay, just a bit s-scared."
"I'll say, you're as white as a sheet. Come," he busily hurried me to a chair. I looked behind me at Holmes this look that said -Is this okay? Is he nuts?-- Holmes looked mildly amused. He cocked his head to the side and shrugged. -Go with it.-- I got the impression that Watson was doing exactly what Holmes predicted. I accepted that and hoped Watson wasn't going to end up shaving my head and sacrificing me as a virgin to the cat gods of darkness, or something equally crazy.
In 10 minutes flat, I was curled up in a chair with the warmest blanket ever, the best tea I've had in a long time, and a sandwich.
"Watson," I said between mouthfuls. "I thought you weren't allowed food in your rooms."
He grinned and opened a cubbard to reveal one those small college- style fridges. "We often miss meals." Really? These guys were getting stranger as the minutes ticked by. They had some secret, of that much I was sure, and I was determined to find out. Well, maybe after this sandwich and tea.
"What's in this?" I pointed at the tea.
"Judging by your shaking, coloring, and hyperventilation, I saw that you were have a panic attack. I blended chamomile, rose hips, and green tealeaves to calm you down."
"It seems to be working. You'd make a good doctor one day."
"No, I wouldn't," he said modestly. He probably had enough practice with a loony like Holmes tromping all over God's Creation, frightening poor, innocent girls witless--- Speaking of whom, where is Holmes?
He stepped back into the room with a sleeping bag, pillow and black notebook. He tossed the pillow and sleeping bag on the floor. "I'll sleep on the floor out here. You may have my bed."
"No way, I don't want to force you out of your bed. I was the one dumb enough to forget my key, so I should take the floor. Who knows, I might just end up crashing here."
Holmes shrugged and curled himself up in a chair, while Watson stretched himself out on the small loveseat. Holmes whipped out his handy-dandy notebook and started paging through it. "I believe you have the case of the lab rats? Yes? Good. Then the latest would be.ah, here we are." He skimmed the notes and looked a wee crestfallen. "I have very little on this one. A student attending this school came to me about a 'conspiracy' that may be taking place in some sort of a ---high school fraternity that popped up. The group hasn't done anything criminal yet, but they are apparently planning something big. The case isn't top priority, but I did manage to get some information. In fact," Holmes said while looking at me, "those two we saw in the hall are connected to my case."
Oh, that's what he does. Heh, heh, I'm such a dork. Hey, we can all give me a break, right? I mean, I was too busy to take the time to figure it out. I KNEW normal people didn't just hang out in halls after-hours, in stealth-mode.
Holmes closed his book. "I'm afraid that's all I have, save some minor details that would probably only mean something to me."
Watson admonished Holmes from the couch. "I'm not an idiot. Try me." Holmes started rattling off deductions and vague details, but I can't recall any of them. I really didn't mean to but I was much too exhausted to stay awake and I fell into a deep sleep---
**----**I was on a ghost train. Corpses and their spirits were trapped there, riding the train to the afterlife, except I was still alive--- Now in a foggy nowhere. The spirits of my mother and brother were among the crowd of gathering souls. We were all being separated into two groups. I was put to one side and they to the other. I screamed for them to come back, but they only sadly waved and assimilated into the fog. Blood started covering the hands of the spirits left behind and they turned black as sin. They grinned wickedly at me and dragged me down. Far down into a dark abyss filled with eternal loneliness and screams of agony. **----**
Holmes' POV:
"But Holmes," Watson argued loudly. "You can't just totally disregarded Derek's involvement in this! I mean, he was right there, and further more-- -"
I cut him off with a finger and we were silent for a moment. It was then that we heard a light snore. "Watson, I think it's about time to be heading off to bed," I whispered. "I'll take to the couch again. Good night." I grabbed my things and made myself comfortable on the couch. Watson, no longer tired after hearing of the case, reluctantly went to bed.
I myself was actually tired tonight, for a pleasant change. As I settled myself, I glanced over at the sleeping figure. Lucilia was so unguarded when she slept, as opposed to during the day when she was hiding some secret. I showed in her face, the way her eyebrows furled and she frowned. I did not wonder that she was dreaming, perhaps of what happened to her. Watson's dramatic outlook on life must be starting to wear off on me. I fell asleep before I could over dramatize any further.
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Sorry, I didn't know how to write that last part, and I'm afraid I've butchered it. Oh well, it's my story and I can do thing like that, right?
If the length bothers you, tell me. If you like it, tell me. Give me feed- back, boys and girls.
Enough mad ramblings for now. Go review!
Thank you's to Hermione Holmes and Hannah Holmes.
DISCLAIMER: I own Luci _____________________________________________________________________
Holmes tried to be quiet opening the door to his rooms, but he wasn't quiet enough. A lump of bed covering groaned and spoke to us.
"Dear God, Holmes. I know you never sleep, but some people do. Be quiet will you?!"
"Stop being so dramatic. You'll be more agreeable once you hear of my case." The lump seemed interested, judging by the eye that peeked out of a space in the blankets. "Are you decent?"
"Of course I'm decent. What kind of question is that?" The blob scoffed Holmes.
"We have a guest." Holmes gestured me to step in. A bleary- eyed Watson crawled out from under the covers. He tripped over a shoe, scowled at it, and came to meet us. He squinted against the light. "This is Lucilia. You met her earlier."
"Hey," I greeted, and rather weakly at that. I'm so pathetic.
"She left her room without a key, and---," Holmes began.
He was cut short by and exclamation from Watson. "Lord, what happened to you? Are you alright?" Watson was addressing me.
"I---I'm okay, just a bit s-scared."
"I'll say, you're as white as a sheet. Come," he busily hurried me to a chair. I looked behind me at Holmes this look that said -Is this okay? Is he nuts?-- Holmes looked mildly amused. He cocked his head to the side and shrugged. -Go with it.-- I got the impression that Watson was doing exactly what Holmes predicted. I accepted that and hoped Watson wasn't going to end up shaving my head and sacrificing me as a virgin to the cat gods of darkness, or something equally crazy.
In 10 minutes flat, I was curled up in a chair with the warmest blanket ever, the best tea I've had in a long time, and a sandwich.
"Watson," I said between mouthfuls. "I thought you weren't allowed food in your rooms."
He grinned and opened a cubbard to reveal one those small college- style fridges. "We often miss meals." Really? These guys were getting stranger as the minutes ticked by. They had some secret, of that much I was sure, and I was determined to find out. Well, maybe after this sandwich and tea.
"What's in this?" I pointed at the tea.
"Judging by your shaking, coloring, and hyperventilation, I saw that you were have a panic attack. I blended chamomile, rose hips, and green tealeaves to calm you down."
"It seems to be working. You'd make a good doctor one day."
"No, I wouldn't," he said modestly. He probably had enough practice with a loony like Holmes tromping all over God's Creation, frightening poor, innocent girls witless--- Speaking of whom, where is Holmes?
He stepped back into the room with a sleeping bag, pillow and black notebook. He tossed the pillow and sleeping bag on the floor. "I'll sleep on the floor out here. You may have my bed."
"No way, I don't want to force you out of your bed. I was the one dumb enough to forget my key, so I should take the floor. Who knows, I might just end up crashing here."
Holmes shrugged and curled himself up in a chair, while Watson stretched himself out on the small loveseat. Holmes whipped out his handy-dandy notebook and started paging through it. "I believe you have the case of the lab rats? Yes? Good. Then the latest would be.ah, here we are." He skimmed the notes and looked a wee crestfallen. "I have very little on this one. A student attending this school came to me about a 'conspiracy' that may be taking place in some sort of a ---high school fraternity that popped up. The group hasn't done anything criminal yet, but they are apparently planning something big. The case isn't top priority, but I did manage to get some information. In fact," Holmes said while looking at me, "those two we saw in the hall are connected to my case."
Oh, that's what he does. Heh, heh, I'm such a dork. Hey, we can all give me a break, right? I mean, I was too busy to take the time to figure it out. I KNEW normal people didn't just hang out in halls after-hours, in stealth-mode.
Holmes closed his book. "I'm afraid that's all I have, save some minor details that would probably only mean something to me."
Watson admonished Holmes from the couch. "I'm not an idiot. Try me." Holmes started rattling off deductions and vague details, but I can't recall any of them. I really didn't mean to but I was much too exhausted to stay awake and I fell into a deep sleep---
**----**I was on a ghost train. Corpses and their spirits were trapped there, riding the train to the afterlife, except I was still alive--- Now in a foggy nowhere. The spirits of my mother and brother were among the crowd of gathering souls. We were all being separated into two groups. I was put to one side and they to the other. I screamed for them to come back, but they only sadly waved and assimilated into the fog. Blood started covering the hands of the spirits left behind and they turned black as sin. They grinned wickedly at me and dragged me down. Far down into a dark abyss filled with eternal loneliness and screams of agony. **----**
Holmes' POV:
"But Holmes," Watson argued loudly. "You can't just totally disregarded Derek's involvement in this! I mean, he was right there, and further more-- -"
I cut him off with a finger and we were silent for a moment. It was then that we heard a light snore. "Watson, I think it's about time to be heading off to bed," I whispered. "I'll take to the couch again. Good night." I grabbed my things and made myself comfortable on the couch. Watson, no longer tired after hearing of the case, reluctantly went to bed.
I myself was actually tired tonight, for a pleasant change. As I settled myself, I glanced over at the sleeping figure. Lucilia was so unguarded when she slept, as opposed to during the day when she was hiding some secret. I showed in her face, the way her eyebrows furled and she frowned. I did not wonder that she was dreaming, perhaps of what happened to her. Watson's dramatic outlook on life must be starting to wear off on me. I fell asleep before I could over dramatize any further.
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Sorry, I didn't know how to write that last part, and I'm afraid I've butchered it. Oh well, it's my story and I can do thing like that, right?
If the length bothers you, tell me. If you like it, tell me. Give me feed- back, boys and girls.
Enough mad ramblings for now. Go review!