Chapter Three
Holmes was awakened by a thud outside his door. Slowly he rose from his bed and approached the moving door knob,with a quick flick of the wrist the door was open and a dishevelled Watson fell at his feet. Holmes jumped back, momentarily stunned until he heard a slight chuckle from the heap of clothes that made up his friend.
"Watson what the hell are you doing? Do you have any idea what time it is?"
"Yes," Watson replied sitting up, his eyes were slightly glazed and he was wearing the most stupid grin Holmes had ever seen, "it is some time in the morning dear fellow. What are you doing up?"
"What am I?" Holmes trailed off as he held a hand to his head and groaned, "I take it the delightful Mrs Goodwin is responsible for this?"
He helped his friend onto the edge of his bed.
"The delightful Mrs Goodwin is responsible for my salvation." Watson crooned.
"Oh really? Well I can hardly compete with that but would you please be careful? Getting drunk and proclaiming your love for another man's wife is hardly productive use of your time."
Watson leaned forward and grabbed Holmes by the collar of his nightshirt.
"Your making fun of me. I don't appreciate being made fun of."
"Watson if I thought that look in you eye meant you were going to take a swing at me I'd run for hills, as it is I am simply going to disengage you and give up my bed as I fear that dragging you upstairs would create too much noise and our admirable landlady is sleeping."
As Holmes moved Watson fell forward with a groan into the pillows, Holmes turned him on his side to ensure he wouldn't find a suffocated corpse in his bed the next morning and removed his shoes. Placing shoes, stick and hat by the side of the bed Holmes retreated to the living room. Placing himself in his chair and staring at the ding embers of the fire he allowed himself a silent laugh, living with Watson was not easy but it was certainly never dull....
And we thought Holmes was the difficult one to live with ;-) Reviews (and criticism!) always welcome!