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The truth about Dr. Watson
Chapter Four
This is going to be a long day, Lily thought, as she watched the scenery pass by. Holmes stared straight ahead, expressionless.
I wonder what he's thinking, she thought, glancing at him. Normally, he is like a bloodhound on a scent during one of his cases. I can read him well most of the time, but I can't read him at all now.
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Despite his expressionless face, Holmes' mind was whirling. Though his methods were against creating a thoery before having all the facts, his brain was grasping at straws. If they have been friends for a long time, why haven't Watson mention him before? he thought, and if they are merely friends, why did Watson look guilty? Unless the relationship is more than it should be. Its considered illegal by English law and immoral by the church. Is that why he never mentioned it? He thought I would condemn him? He should know I would never do that.
Sighing, he stole a glance at Watson and thought, You should know better. I love you more than a brother.
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They arrived in Manchester two hours later, greeted by Michael at the station. "Good morning," he said, "uh John and Mr. Holmes. Lord Chesterfield sent me to pick you up."
As the charraige moved down the dirt road, Michael broke the silence by telling them about the history of the Chesterfields. Lily was only half listening, she more focused on Holmes' body langauge. He seemed to stiffen when he saw Michael at the train station. A thought crossed her mind but she quickly dismissed it. He couldn't be jealous, she thought, get the facts before creating a thoery.
After forever it seemed, the charriage pulled up to a large manor. "Welcome to Chesterfield Manor," Michael said.
TBC
A/N2: I know there is a Manchester in England, but I have no idea how far it is from London.