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SH fanfic ch. 5. You're Not Coming With
"Now that we know what we're protecting, it will be easier to protect it." Sherlock said, looking at me with a strange expression. After a pause, he continued, "You'll stay here tonight, Grace, where it's safe. Watson and I will lay in wait for your would-be kidnappers."
I began to get deeply irritated. "Why can I not come with you?" I said, my voice quickly becoming angry, my tone heated. "I am more than capable of taking care of myself."
"But you didn't today." Sherlock said calmly, "And the worry about your presense, and thus your welfare, would distract me. And Watson as well." he quickly added, seeming to catch a fault in his speech.
"But do I really have to stay here?" I groaned. "When will you be coming back?"
"Tomorrow morning, unless we catch the assailants sooner." Sherlock answered, "We'll have the Yard with us as well."
I sighed, glancing at a shadow moving in the window. "Alright. I'll stay here willingly. But if anything happens to either of you," I said, looking and dire
SH fanfic ch. 4. A Failure to Obeserve
As we neared our destination, Holmes turned and directed us down an alleyway. Gesturing for us to be quiet, Sherlock pointed at a window whose curtains showed light and shadowy figures behind them.
We all crouched below the window, ears placed firmly against the wall, straining to hear what was being talked about. As I started listening, I could hear my father's old friend speak.
"-go and get her, snatch her from the house in the dead of night. If this third clue never leaves her sight, she's got it on her somewhere all of the time." I gulped. Maloney knew more than I had hoped.
"What if she won't talk?" another voice said, "What if she don't know what the clue is?"
"Oh, she does." Maloney said, "If she refuses to tell us, well, let's just say I'll have found a good use for that meat freezer in my butchery, eh?"
Three voices chuckled, and as they enjoyed themselves, I could feel the color drain from my face. So this was it. I didn't have a way out. I felt a reassuring hand on my should
SH fanfic ch. 3. A First Shot
The cab ride back to my estate seemed to drag on forever. I was actually going to take on a case with Sherlock Holmes!! I could barely believe it. I already felt immensely more confident in the chances of solving the case. Holmes was such a brilliant man, I doubted that anyone could outsmart him.
My thoughts of Holmes were interrupted by the cab finally arriving at my estate. Watson assisted me in exiting the cab, and I led him into my home. He waited in the parlor while I climbed upstairs to my bedroom.
Once inside my room, I hastily set about removing my dress. When I had taken it off, I felt as if I were floating for how heavy it had been on me. I put on my white shirt, and black pants with my braces, and a grey vest on the top. Lacing my tall black riding boots took the longest time, and when I had finished that, I went to my vanity.
Cleaning the makeup off of my scars with the water from the pitcher, one of them began bleeding again. Pulling out the pins that held my hair up, I sh
SH fanfic ch. 2. Assumptions
"Holmes, may i introduce Miss Grace Claxton." Watson began, "Miss Claxton, this is Sherlock Holmes." "It's quite a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Holmes." I said, reaching out to shake his hand, but retracting my hand when he did not return the gesture. "I assume that the Doctor has already told you the purpose of my visit." "He has told me that you may have a rather intriugeing case for me, but nothing more." Holmes said steadily. I took a deep breath, and told Holmes of the Yard's failed attempts to regain my father's things and inability to capture the killer.
"And these are all the details you know of?" Holmes said, "Or is it as i believe, and you hide more from me? I must know all of the known facts before i can make any real progress." I paused, should I reveal what had just recently happened, triggering my search for aid? Or should I lie or distract him? I had a feeling he could see through any lies i came up with.
"Oh I have heard of your eye for detail, Mr. Holmes." I said, going f
ReflectionsVal's pursuit led him to the foul beast's domain. The hollowed-out cavern reeked of blood and rancid meat. The dim light he had seen as he charged through the tunnel after the monster could now be identified: torches. Rows of mysteriously lit torches lined the walls of the huge cave. At its center was a substantially large labyrinth of mirrors.
He spotted the beast entering.
He spun his silver broadsword in his hand and hurried in behind it.
His garb was a simple blue and white crusader's leather with thick armored pads and reinforcing steel studs. Lightweight and flexible, but quite effective defense against blunt blows and – in a pinch – the slashing claws of the unholy spawn of the earth. All monster-hunters wore a similar variety in Val's experience. It would serve him well in these close quarters of the mirrored maze.
Right, left, forward, left, right he turned, always catching a glimpse of the beast's tail as he wove his way through the corridors. Every so often he sp
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