December 12: "Sleigh Ride." (from Riandra)
A/N: Hooray, I did another 221B!
Watson
"Watson," a voice whispered through the darkness. I was not conscious enough to tell if I had imagined it or not, so I chose to ignore it.
"Watson!" the voice repeated, a little more urgently. Was that Holmes? No, it was too early, even for him. I must be imagining things.
"Watson!" Unable to ignore the urgency in my friend's voice, I snapped awake and saw my friend Sherlock Holmes standing over me, candle in hand.
"What time is it? What's happening?" I asked, struggling into a sitting position, all too aware of how warm it was under the blankets and how cold it was outside of them.
"It is half past three, and I require your assistance with a case," Holmes replied.
"At three in the bloody morning?" I groaned.
"Half past three, actually," he corrected.
I sighed. "Is anyone in immediate danger?"
"Not at present," Holmes replied.
"Then it can wait," I replied firmly, closing my eyes and snuggling back under the warm blankets.
There was a short pause, and then—
"Watson…" Holmes's voice had assumed a more pleading tone.
"Holmes," I growled.
"It's in the country, old boy—we can escape the London fogs."
I made no reply.
"We could go for a sleigh ride."
I still said nothing.
Holmes sighed. "In a couple hours, I'll come back."