1Disclaimer: I don't own Holmes or Watson, just Michael and Lord Chesterfield
A/N: not betaed
The Truth about Dr. Watson
Chapter Five
"Lord Chesterfield is in his study," Michael said as they entered the house, "He has been anxious to speak to you." as have I , he added silently. He couldn't understand why the old man thought he was being poisoned, but it wasn't his job to evaluate the lord's sanity.
Looking around, Lily noticed the priceless works of art, the expensive rugs and the crystal chandelier. This isn't a home, she thought, it's a museum.
Holmes was also studying their surrounds, but his mind was split between two subjects. He wondered if these artworks were originals but at the same time he was contemplating a different problem. Every time Answorthe said John, he hesitates, he thought, why? It's like he has to remember to call him (John) that.
As Michael led the way to the study, he felt the hairs on the back of his neck rise, like someone was staring at him. He rubbed the back of his neck and looked out of the corner of his eye. Lily was looking at a Chinese painting and Holmes was glancing at a small statue of Bubbha. I must be getting paranoid, he thought.
When Michael's eyes moved to the front, Holmes stared at the back of his head again.
"Lord Chesterfield," Michael announced their arrival, " Mr. Holmes and Dr. Watson are here."
He rose up slowly to greet them. Lord Chesterfield was a stocky man with white hair and tan skin. He was slightly shorter than Holmes with piercing blue eyes. He seems compent to me, Lily thought.
"Mr. Holmes, Dr. Watson, so good of you gentlemen to come," Lord Chesterfield said, shaking their hands in turn.
"What seems to be the problem, Lord Chesterfield?" Holmes said once they sat down. Lord Chesterfield told them about how he has been suffering from a strange illness for several months. He has never been sick before a day in his life and was worried someone was trying to poison him.
After speaking to him for a while, Holmes took a look around the house. Michael and Lily strolled though the garden and caught up.
"So, how have you been?"Lily asked Michael. He told her about how he went to Oxford at first but found out it wasn't for him. So he became an assistant and secretary to Lord Chesterfield.
"But enough about me," he said, changing the subject, "You have bigger problems." "I know,"she sighed , "but what can I do?" Sitting down at a bench, she continue , " I just can't tell him. He won't understand." " If he really is your friend, he will accept it," Michael said, sitting next to her.
Nearby, a shadowy figure was eavesdropping, inwardly nervous. I knew it, he has a secret, the figure thought. He was about to step away when Lily realized someone was there.
"Who's there?" she called out.
The figure stepped into view, to reveal Holmes. "What can't you tell me?"
TBC