A/N: I'm on an uploading spree! Yay! Here is the next set. R&R?
61. Poker
As it became more and more evident that the Doctor had trouble with his finances, and as the rent came later and later each month, Holmes wondered if he might help by taking away the temptation; he locked up his desk drawer that night.
62. Acid
Lestrade was very glad he had never given in to the occasional temptation to strangle Mr. Sherlock Holmes, for the venom in the doctor's eyes, as he held the men responsible for the detective's near-death at gunpoint, chilled him to the core.
63. Target
Holmes supposed he should have expected it, he had been in the army, after all, but his jaw did drop at the perfect cluster of bullet holes surrounding the motionless thief.
64. Fire
When Watson suggested something new for supper, and issued a warning as to its potency, Holmes declared that anything the doctor could eat, he would as well; minutes later, he retracted his proclamation as tears coursed down his scarlet face from consuming Watson's favorite Indian curry.
65. River
Contrary to popular belief, Watson could swim, in fact it was beneficial for his wounded leg and shoulder; swimming with a concussion and broken ribs, however, was another matter, he thought, as he coughed out the river's icy water.
66. Water
"If I am as bedraggled as you are, than we surely are a pathetic looking pair," Holmes said as he wrung out his hat, and flopped it back on his soaked head; Watson glared at him through his sopping and disheveled hair.
67. Stone
The large boulder, upon which had rested the silver cigarette case, now leant its mass in support of the man who was clutching a letter as he wept .
68. Iron
"What in heaven are you wearing?" Holmes asked, and Watson looked down at his baggy trousers, and high knee socks, then grinned and said, "Why, I'm going golfing."
69. Wood
Holmes had multiple pipes; his favorite was the old, battered clay one, but Watson knew that when he pulled out his dark cherry wood, storms were on the horizon.
70. Bullet
Holmes looked on, sickened, as Watson extracted the bullet, and held out the forceps, clamped tight around the ball, in a shaking hand; the impromptu self-surgery in the basement of an abandoned county house would be forefront in Holmes' nightmares for a long while, he was sure.
71. Dagger
It was one of the few things (besides books) that Watson had brought with him when he moved into Baker Street, and the ornamental eastern dagger received a place of honour above his desk.
72. Poison
"You are the doctor, not me," said Holmes, and laughed to see the consternation on the face of the squirming physician; the poison ivy nearby not at all pleased at having been flattened.
73. Rifle
Watson thought Holmes was just a little too fascinated by Moran's confiscated air-gun, when he shot upwards in the sitting room, just to see what would happen, and the bullet lodged in the ceiling—in Watson's room!
74. Club
One of Holmes' favorite weapons was his heavy walking stick, but when said stick was turned back on his own body, causing massive bruises, and a few cracked ribs, he resolved to make it heavier—he had gotten off too easy.
75. Whip
It was one of the few times that Mrs. Hudson had finally reached her breaking point (after two broken tea cups, ruined curtains and a singed rug, she had good reason) and she refused to prepare her two lodgers any meals until such time as she saw fit; the two said lodgers looked at each other mournfully, their stomachs growling, before Holmes turned to his chemical table with a determined look, and said "I'll just whip something up."
76. Late Nights
Mrs. Hudson's ire continued for the next few days (Holmes and Watson became familiar faces at the nearby restaurants) but when a string of cases, late nights and peril resulted in a wounded Doctor dragging home a more wounded detective, the men found that their landlady was more than ready to forget her quarrel to hand Watson a roll of bandages.
77. Snowstorm
Holmes hated being forced into ignorance, so when the previously light snow fall cut off their view of the road before them, and white was the only colour to be seen, Holmes kept a good grip on the doctor's arm as they carefully inched their way forward.
78. Thunderstorm
Watson had heard of veterans being affected by loud, startling noises, but after six months of being back in England, he rather thought he had escaped that malady ―until a clap of thunder in a summer storm sent him back to the desert, much to his flat mate's alarm.
79. House fire
When Lestrade heard of a house fire on Baker Street he felt a flash of concern; when he arrived on the scene to find both Holmes and Watson covered in soot, and coughing from their daring rescue of their neighbor's young children, he felt he should have known.
A/N: If you're wondering if there is one missing, you're right. I didn't want to split up the next few, thus saving you guys a cliffie :D Although, does telling you I have a cliff hanger waiting for you qualify AS a cliff hanger??
