A Distraction at the Bus Stop

A/N: I wrote this for a Topsy Turvy Fanfic contest on dA. It has its moments... ^^"

Sherlock Holmes was created by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle




Mrs. Hudson put aside her newspaper and watched as Miss Morstan crossed gracefully to the mantelpiece. She was wearing grey today, with a touch of blue at the neck bringing out the colour of her large, sympathetic eyes. Mrs. Hudson’s friend and colleague truly was a picture of sensitivity and refinement.

Until she tripped over the bearskin rug.

“Damn and blast the wretched thing!”

Mrs. Hudson winced. “My dear, do try and remember to moderate your language.”

Miss Morstan grinned. “There are no clients here to be shocked.” She continued to the mantelpiece and selected a cigar.

“But we are not alone in the house,” said Mrs. Hudson. “Our landlords may come in at any time.”

Perfectly on cue, Mr. Holmes entered with the tea tray.

Miss Morstan hid her smile by bending to light the cigar. Mrs. Hudson frowned at her and turned to Holmes.

“Thank you,” she said, as he placed the tray on the table beside her chair. She poured herself a cup but then realised Holmes was still dithering.

“Was there something else?” she asked, glancing longingly at the tea. It could take a while before Holmes came to the point.

“I wondered if I could have a word,” he said.

( Story continues... )