From Book girl fan: Write something inspired by a Taylor Swift song.
"Here, sign this." Watson thrust a card into my hand, clearly in a rush to get to work just as I was rising for the day. "It's for Wiggins. It's his birthday tomorrow."
"Wiggins?" I inspected the card, squinting a little to read it. Watson had been prodding me to get reading glasses for a few weeks now, and I had to confess he might have a point. "22? Surely not!"
"Time passes quickly, doesn't it?" Watson remarked absent-mindedly, frantically turning over a stack of paper in his search for whatever item was missing from his medical bag. "You know he's joined up with Scotland Yard?"
At this my eyebrows shot up. "I never thought when I met him as a ragged little street urchin he might one day grow into that!"
"Not so ragged any more. Aha!" Watson grabbed a loose bottle under my chemistry table then frowned as he took in its depleted contents. "What, may I ask, were you using my cough syrup for?"
I ignored his question. "22...Goodness how things have changed since I was that age."
"We didn't know each other then," Watson pointed out. "I certainly wouldn't have had to put up with you stealing my medical supplies. Now Holmes, if you're not doing anything today, be a good chap and go to the pharmacist for some new cough syrup? I won't have time between my rounds."
"I'm afraid I shall be engaged on an important investigation today."
He shook his head and went for the door. "You are just as incorrigible as you no doubt were at 22 years old, Holmes."
"Oh Watson!" I called after him, "I could use your assistance tonight, if you are available?"
"Incorrigible!" He called back, and as the door shut behind him I grinned. Perhaps some things never did change.