Lost Umbrella
A/N: You know the classic line from Star Trek, the one all the doctors in all the series say- "I'm a doctor, not a _"? Well, I got to thinking, what would Watson say? "I'm a doctor, not a detective" of course!
I was sleeping soundly, but of course, it was not meant to last. I was rudely half awakened at the unholy hour of four A.M. by a shake at my shoulder from Holmes. I sleepily told him to wait until morning, but he finished the job by dumping my water pitcher over my head. I bit back my annoyance at him as I, now thoroughly soaked, sat up in bed and glared blearily at Holmes's expectant face. In another second it dawned that he might have woken me to accompany him on a case. My annoyance dissipated, as I dearly loved working with my friend. But what he said next shattered that quaint notion.
"Watson, it is raining. What have you done with the umbrella?
"Holmes, couldn't this have waited until morning?" I asked grumpily. Holmes shook his head.
"No. I am going out now, and I prefer not to become drenched. You had the umbrella last, and now, it is missing. I need to find it." My exasperation with Holmes had reached a breaking point, and my words reflected my bitterness as I grumbled,
"I believe it is your job to hunt down missing objects, not mine! I'm a doctor, not a detective! Now let me sleep!"
"Fine," Holmes grunted. As he turned to go, though, he shot back at me, "You probably wouldn't have wanted to come with me anyways." My mouth dropped open at the unfairness of it- he knew very well that I always jump at the opportunity to join him on his cases. But I decided that I might have deserved it- I was a bit sharp with him, after all- and to let Holmes have his ramble in the wet London morning alone. I, on the other hand,was going to back to sleep.