More Things That Never Happened to Sherlock Holmes

by Pompey

On-going series of AU drabbles and drabblets, some depressing and some funny. Updated as ideas strike me. Suggestions welcomed. Feel free to steal any AU that spawns a plot-bunny. Ch 97: the first rule of getting information out of people is Don't Be A Creeper.

74. From a Notepad Found Under the Bed

(Sorry about the random periods. I meant this to be spaced a particular way and FF regulates spacing in a very ham-fisted way.)

Perhaps the ivory box came to Watson first. Perhaps Holmes wasn't quick enough to stop Watson's curiosity at Baker Street. In the end, it doesn't really matter how it went wrong. Watson is dying, and he has access to one of his notepads.

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It hurts to die. I'd forgotten that, how much it hurts.

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Sorry. Don't want to die. But tired of hurting. Sorry to die this way. Insulting – dr killed by germs.

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Angry. Unfair. Angry at Smith, myself. Should've known. Sorry for hurting you w/this.

Saddened. Grieving – don't want to die. Sad for leaving you and Mary.

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Tired.

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I don't blame you. Don't blame yourself.

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Tired of hurting.

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Afraid. Afraid for you two – worried for you.

Take care of each other Please

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Sorry. So sorry.

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Please don't forget me. Grieve, move on

please don't forget

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Sorry. Selfish. Just afraid of that.

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Don't want to die but don't want to die alone. Glad you're here

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Can't think. Want to say more but the words

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Sorry

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Don't blame you.

Don't want to die but not sorry for it all.

HOLMES Not sorry for it

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Tired

hurts

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Sor