A/N: I'm soo sorry to leave you all waiting so long for this conclusion! Hope you like it, and remember all bunnies that hop out at you are your own responsibility :)


80. Accident

With a groan of heaving metal, the train engine lifted off the tracks, crashing and sliding to a stop, leaving the coal and passenger cars twisted like some giant dying snake; inside a dazed Holmes lifted himself from where he had gotten tangled with Watson, and wondered why the train was sideways.

81. Abduction

The train wreck had been a front, Holmes realized, the concussion fogging his mind, and the ties biting into his wrists as he twisted around to see the flames begin to flicker around the fallen locomotive.

82. Falling

Watson woke from dreams of sickening plunges to a reality of a flaming inferno; confused beyond measure, his only real thought was to get out of the smoke –where in heaven is Holmes?― when the window beneath him opened suddenly to send him tumbling to the ground outside.

83. Beating

Holmes could have taken each and every one of the bullies and brutes who had taken him captive had he not been kept drugged with chloroform to keep in nearly insensible; as it was, he could feel, but not fight off the fists and bludgeons.

84. Dark Alley

Watson followed the same trail he had been following for the past hour, leading him from the train wreck, back to the outskirts of London to a small abandoned warehouse; he stopped in an alleyway, rubbing the burned spot on his neck, before fingering the train's coal soot on the doorframe –he was here.

85. Exhaustion

His fingers shook as he pulled out his revolver, he had never been properly treated after the crash, and his neck still burned, but that was no matter now; he kicked open the door to see the bigger of the brutes kick the form of his fallen friend.

86. Death

He charged forward, and the roughs fell back to allow him to see Holmes, lying unmoving, unbreathing, his blood pooling around him, coming from his head, nose, mouth and other unseen wounds –far too much for him to live without.

87. Revenge

He roared, and the men started, looking at each other fearfully seconds before they were taken down, it was just a few seconds before they were all on the floor, fallen at the hand of the good doctor and his stick, and unmatched revolver aim.

88. Collapse

A soft murmur brought him out of his blood daze, Holmes was moving weakly, and Watson dropped to his knees—he was alive!

89. Knockout

It wasn't often that Holmes let himself be rankled because of someone sneering at his lack of bulk, but when the large boxer challenged him to a match, a condescending smile fixed firmly on his face, Holmes accepted; after the match, as Watson dabbed blood from his broken nose, Holmes looked with satisfaction at the beaten man limping from the ring.

90. Self Defense

"It wasn't my fault!" declared Holmes, hiding the floppy depleted pillow behind his back, beside him, Watson innocently blew a feather from his mustache.

91. Defense of another

"Holmes, sometimes you can be very cruel," said Watson as he left to consol the young lady fleeing from the sitting room, tears running down her face from harsh words said in a time of sorrow.

92. Illness-contracted by a patient

When Holmes went to fetch Watson from his consulting rooms, he did not plan on having a sick child thrust into his arms by a desperate mother of five, nor on having said child cough, and sneeze all over him before its mother took it away, he especially didn't plan on catching the child's illness, and on having to solve the case from his sick bed.

93. Illness-contracted during a case

The stakeout was long, cold and wet, and the two men shivered throughout the night; in the morning, they chased and caught the criminal, but it wasn't until the next day that they discovered the full effects of the case when they both awoke coughing.

94. Injury-accidental

Holmes supposed he could see the benefits to living with a physician, as Watson stitched up his hand, the broken glass dripping bandy mixed with blood onto the carpet.

95. Injury-intentional

Holmes lazily pressed a handkerchief against the pinhead of blood that appeared on the crook of his elbow as he withdrew the needle.

96. Author's Choice –Bereft

Watson pressed his hands against his face until he saw flashes of light behind his eyelids, but when he opened them the stone in front of him still read SHERLOCK HOLMES.

97. Author's Choice ―Thoughtful

"What was it about this man that allowed him to continue this precarious living arrangement with very little shedding of blood, when no one else had ever survived such a position?" Holmes thought, as he pulled on the pipe; though perhaps, as he looked at the sleeping doctor, some things were better left unpondered.

98. Author's Choice ―Long-Suffering

Mrs. Hudson, however often she may shout, scold, cajole, or upbraid her two tenants, in unguarded and unobserved moments, the affection she felt for her two boys made her wonder how she could ever think to throw them out.

99. Author's Choice ―Contraction

Very occasionally, after a long days work or a hard case, Watson's leg would act up, resulting in painful spasms; all he could do ride them out, gripping whatever came to hand in a white-knuckled grip –after a bad fall it was Holmes' hand that gripped back.

100. Author's Choice – Stiff

Holmes could tell that Watson was a military man from his upright bearing, wounded and ill from the weight, colouring, and movement compensation, a doctor from the stethoscope poking up from his coat pocket; what he could not tell was why the man accepted him as a flat mate, even less why the man stayed month after year after decade.


A/N: I do hope you all liked that! I may do more of these in the future, because they are really fun :) Also, upon looking back on this chapter, I realized that there is quite a lot of Holmes angst. I think I was beating up on the doctor earlier though, so I guess it all evens out. Hope you don't mind! Tell me what you think, and just let me know if you get inspired! :D