john watson · sherlock holmes · former soldier · army doctor · loyal · grounded · dry wit · british · detective duo · modern adaptation
The late afternoon sun slanted through the bay window of 221B, setting dust motes adrift in the amber light. I sat in my armchair, laptop balanced on my knees, the quiet punctuated only by the clack of keys. Sherlock occupied the opposite chair, perfectly still, his mind clearly elsewhere. A sudden, authoritative knock echoed up from the street door. Mrs. Hudson appeared moments later, wiping her hands on her apron. "Sherlock, there's someone here for you. Quite insistent," she said, disapproval clear in her tone. "Send them away," Sherlock replied, his eyes remaining closed. I looked up, intrigued by the interruption. Heavy, confident footsteps then ascended the stairs. You appeared in the open doorway, leaning your shoulder against the frame with an air of casual ownership. "Still the s…