Fics for rabidsamfan: Indisposed & Minstral

[holmesticemods]

Title: Indisposed
Recipient: rabidsamfan
Author: sabrinaphynn
Characters/Pairings: no pairings, Holmes, Irregulars, Watson
Rating: G
Warnings: none, unless you count that I am no Doyle nor am I the Moff et Co.
Summary: Unable to even lift his head off the pillow, Holmes needs his Irregulars to go beyond their usual legwork and do his job for him.


Indisposed

The issue: POV- Holmes


It was no use. I was going to have to call in the Irregulars, and ask them to do more than the usual legwork.

An nasty inner ear infection and a lack of my Boswell had conspired to combine and lead to a rather impossible situation. I was unable to lift my head more than three inches off my pillow on the suttee without having world spin impossibly fast resulting in waves of nausea, that I was compelled to return to it, closing my eyes and trying desperately to stave off the inevitable nausea. Watson was elbow-deep in influenza cases at his practice and was unable to assist me in the case. He did make an excellent suggestion for a hot poultice that relieved some of the pain, if it did have the side effect of a hovering housekeeper.

And yet, I had been near completion to the case of the missing yellow diamond. True, it was among one of the more mundane cases I took to assure my continued comfort and ability to select only those cases which intrigued me for many months to come, possibly the whole year if I recovered the jewel soon. I was, however, currently unable to manage to stand at the present moment. Ad to this that I was missing a few critical details and observations, I was at a loss to implement a plan to recover the jewel.

I therefore asked Mrs. Hudson to have the page send round a notice to his former associates and began to focus my mind on how to recover the gem from the light-fingered suspect using merely a rag-tag gang of boys. The effort was slightly hampered by the fact that Watson had seen fit to confiscate my entire tobacco supply. I would have complained, but for the three episodes of extreme vertigo and nausea that overcame the my urge. Well that, and the three new burn marks on the settee that even Martha Hudson could not fail to note.

Harry Wiggins, as usual, was the only Irregular who was allowed up into the flat. He listened to my plan quietly, asked a few surpassingly sharp questions, made some excellent recommendations, and was back on the street in ten minutes, issuing commands with a calm drawl that spoke of his ten years of service to me. I was going to have to have a quiet word with Lestrade about the lad to see if there were any vacancies for constable for the lad. He had suddenly grown both up and out. (His additional six inches of height had been no doubt fueled by Watson and Mrs. Hudson's combined efforts to feed him up.)


The Orders: POV Harry Wiggins.


Oi! You there, Louie. Yer the smallest of us. You are gonna be the main watcher. See this lady? it is your job to find a place to hide and watch just her. You will, if you can, get into into the house and hide. Now, once I call "fire!" You are to watch n'see what she do. If she pushes a button or grabs a box, do not stop her - no, no pick pocketing either! Just let us know what she does then get OUT without bein' seen. It's information we want tonight, lads. The next part is fer yeh two, Ralphie n Martie.. gonna need you two to do that petty squabbling bit yeh do so well. We are startin' us up a fight, to distract them while Louie slips in if he can. I gonna stop yeh n' pretend to get hurt- then m'girl Mags is gonna pitch a smoker into the house- and then we'll all meet up on the next corner. No fooling around, we need to do this right. The boss is countin' on us, 'E's sick.

Now everyone else, keep yer eyes open. Any thing odd let me know.


The resolution: POV Watson.


I had been away for several days assisting a fellow medical man with the latest influenza outbreak when I returned to Baker Street. Holmes was in his usual repose on the couch, apparently bored and still impaired by his recent bout with vertigo. He rarely had such episodes of enforced rest and I was glad that for once he had followed my instructions to the letter and kept himself as quiet as possible. He seemed absorbed by his letter writing, but managed to turn his head slowly when I entered and warmed myself by the fire and gave me a wry smile. I inquired after his recent cases idly and was rewarded by a mild chuckle.

"I had missed your presence of mind, dear fellow, but did manage that diamond case without too much trouble, thanks to some of our more unorthodox resources. The Irregulars were most helpful in recovering the missing stone, even if they missed the gem I was initially hired to find. Apparently the maid had quite the collection of pretty pilfered stones on her person. Lucky for me there were more than the usual eyes watching last night. The family was most appreciative. "


Fin.



Title: Minstral
Characters/Pairings: Sherlock/John/Irene Adler
Rating: Nc-17 to be on the safe side
Warnings: Implied menage a trois
Summary: Like the Mistral wind that would shake Grand-mere's home each spring, She would show up, uninvited, unannounced and completely unexpected, sweeping through and shaking things to the very foundation, the very core of his being, his John, and then dissipate as if nothing had ever happened.


Minstral

POV: Sherlock:


It happened only a few times over the years, but the effect was much the same. Like the Mistral wind that would shake Grand-mere's home each spring, She would show up, uninvited, unannounced and completely unexpected, sweeping through and shaking things to the very foundation, the very core of his being, his John, and then dissipate as if nothing had ever happened. No matter how he tried, he could never delete the looks they directed at him as they pulled him into the embrace, not one but two sets of adoring eyes directed solely at him... he did not deserve such overwhelming love, but they gave it freely anyway.


POV Irene


The first time, I have to admit I may have been a little foreword. They were high on post- chase adrenaline, and I took them by surprise. So wrapped up in each other they did not even note the lingering smell of the menthol cigarette I'd smoked waiting for them to return. I heard them first, laughing, over some silly detail regarding the chase, Sherlock fumbling for the keys and John shifting the hot bags of take out curry from hand to hand to prevent scalding himself oblivious. Finally, I stood up, stuck out my hand and introduced myself.

"You must be John. I'm Irene."

"And so not supposed to be here! " hissed Sherlock, irascible as ever.

"Oh just shut it, darling. I was in town, thought I'd say hello... No need to be nasty, I can leave, I can see you are busy. Really. Nice to have finally met the mad blogger. "

as I went to towards the door, John blushed slightly and mumbled an apologetic invitation to stay, despite being clearly perplexed at my presence. It was flattering to see I still could turn a handsome man's head, even when clearly said man had it bad for his flatmate.

"You are very kind, so don't mind if I do, John. I'll just run out and get us some wine to go with that curry, give you two a chance to talk."

When I returned, I could hear the raised voices. Sherlock's, mostly. He was on a roll, going on about "blackmailer" and "serial adulteress" by the time I reached the door. I merely rolled my eyes at him and addressed John as I re-entered. "Oh, on that again ? C'mon, dear heart, you know it is just ever so boring already. Gave that up years ago, you know that."

I turned to John and stage-whispered, " You know, he's never gotten over I managed to fool him once and slip away all those years ago. You'd think he'd be over it by now, but no..."

I turned my gaze to the unassuming and adorable jumper wearing teddy bear of a man taking the whole scene in calmly. "You, however, my dear John, are lovely. I read up on our mutual friend here all the time now. May I ? " and with that I kissed him soundly, and noting the pout on Sherlock, kissed him too.

And if that night was passed most agreeably between the three of us, is that my fault for barging in? Trust me, it was worth it. Every time.

Fin

Comments

[mainecoon76.livejournal.com]

These are both lovely - the Irregulars don't get nearly as much appreciation as they deserve, and the second one is one of the very few Irene fics that don't make me push the back button in a matter of seconds (not at all, actually :) ). I really like this version of her, as well as the fact that, though she turns both John's and Sherlock's head, she doesn't disturb the dynamic between them.

[rabidsamfan.livejournal.com]

Not one fic but two! You're spoiling me. I enjoyed the Irregulars, and would have enjoyed more of the second fic as well. Thank you, oh mysterious gifter of mine!

[(Anonymous)]

Glad you enjoyed. I was quite worried. My muses were not very forthcoming at all and low with word counts, so I bargained and pleaded and finally they did concede to two fills. I shall see what can be done on an expansion of the second fill... I make no promises, but we shall see..