(This was hard. I have book!Holmes/Watson so in my head...but I hope it turned out alright. I COULDN'T write it narrated, though, it just...wouldn't happen. Mostly dialogue, because I don't know enough about how RDJ and Jude Law move, yet.)
Holmes burst through the door, pacing. "Now, don't complain, but I've taken a new case."
"When do I ever complain?" Watson asked, leaning back in his armchair. "And why would I complain about this one, in particular?"
"It concerns a woman, Watson, of whom you have expressed some jealousy."
Watson raised his eyebrows. "Really."
"Yes, last time I took a case concerning this lady you practically fumed at me, and at her."
Watson pulled his hat down over his eyes and laid his cane across his knees. "I doubt it."
Holmes froze in his pacing. "What?"
"No woman could ever love you, Holmes." Watson said, not looking at him. He folded his hands over his stomach, comfortable.
"Oh." Holmes said, his hands hanging loose at his sides. He grasped for words. "I'm not sure how to take that," he said at last, staring at Watson, who was, by all appearances, taking a nap. "Certainly it has been implied by my detractors that I am nothing but a cold, unfeeling machine, but I admit that I never expected to hear such from you."
Watson sighed and tipped his hat up with a long finger so that he could look at Holmes. "No woman could ever love you," he said, "Because if they dared think of it they would find themselves severely beaten about the head and shoulders with this very cane."
Holmes grinned, open-mouthed. "Oh," he said.
Watson prodded Holmes in the stomach with the tip of his cane. "That was for suspecting me of petty jealousy." He traced his cane downward, letting it slide slowly against the length if Holmes' leg before it reached the floor. "Now. Tell me about this case."
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Date: 2009-11-06 05:46 pm (UTC)Holmes burst through the door, pacing. "Now, don't complain, but I've taken a new case."
"When do I ever complain?" Watson asked, leaning back in his armchair. "And why would I complain about this one, in particular?"
"It concerns a woman, Watson, of whom you have expressed some jealousy."
Watson raised his eyebrows. "Really."
"Yes, last time I took a case concerning this lady you practically fumed at me, and at her."
Watson pulled his hat down over his eyes and laid his cane across his knees. "I doubt it."
Holmes froze in his pacing. "What?"
"No woman could ever love you, Holmes." Watson said, not looking at him. He folded his hands over his stomach, comfortable.
"Oh." Holmes said, his hands hanging loose at his sides. He grasped for words. "I'm not sure how to take that," he said at last, staring at Watson, who was, by all appearances, taking a nap. "Certainly it has been implied by my detractors that I am nothing but a cold, unfeeling machine, but I admit that I never expected to hear such from you."
Watson sighed and tipped his hat up with a long finger so that he could look at Holmes. "No woman could ever love you," he said, "Because if they dared think of it they would find themselves severely beaten about the head and shoulders with this very cane."
Holmes grinned, open-mouthed. "Oh," he said.
Watson prodded Holmes in the stomach with the tip of his cane. "That was for suspecting me of petty jealousy." He traced his cane downward, letting it slide slowly against the length if Holmes' leg before it reached the floor. "Now. Tell me about this case."