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a misplaced moment
Jul. 14th, 2012 12:38 am221B will never be without a Sherlock Holmes and Doctor Watson, not really. Universe upon universe folds itself around and they occur, reoccur, vary, hunt vampires, send texts, fight lovecraftian monsters, do cocaine, get into bareknuckle boxing matches...
As important, but far less constant, is the ever looming James Moriarty. Who, once thrown back through history and into the London where Holmes is Holmes, had made his way inexorably to Baker Street, and when Mrs Hudson had asked if he was here for a consultation regarding a case, had chirped an inspired 'yes ma'am!'
She leads him up the stairs- same set up, different wood, different wallpaper, same step that creaks- towards the cantankerous man upstairs. Sherlock the younger is not in at the moment, has left no modern signs of himself in the flat, thanks to being predominately located off in the woods with his bees. For now, it is just the two of them.
As important, but far less constant, is the ever looming James Moriarty. Who, once thrown back through history and into the London where Holmes is Holmes, had made his way inexorably to Baker Street, and when Mrs Hudson had asked if he was here for a consultation regarding a case, had chirped an inspired 'yes ma'am!'
She leads him up the stairs- same set up, different wood, different wallpaper, same step that creaks- towards the cantankerous man upstairs. Sherlock the younger is not in at the moment, has left no modern signs of himself in the flat, thanks to being predominately located off in the woods with his bees. For now, it is just the two of them.
