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Just When I Thought I Knew You...	By : NihilEtNemo Category: Titles in the Public Domain > Sherlock Holmes > Slash > Slash Views: 4033 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work fiction, based on the Sherlock Holmes series by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.

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DISCLAIMER: Hey, it’s public domain! I can make money off it if I want to! *ahem* But I’m not.
SUMMARY: Holmes is depressed over a failure, and Watson astounds him with his deductive reasoning. No, it’s not supposed to sound suggestive – that’s really what it is.
WARNINGS: Very, very mild Holmes and Watson slash.

Just When I Thought I Knew You…
“How do you do it, Watson?”

“I beg your pardon?”
Holmes was sitting in the basket chair and staring moodily out the window, having just gotten in some ten minutes ago and not said a word to my inquiries.
“Your confidence, Watson. How do you keep it up? I have proven you wrong hundreds of times, every time you have attempted to deduce something in my presence. Every clue you bring to my attention I prove to be inconsequential or erroneous. I have used you and played admittedly cruel tricks upon you again and again, yet you remain the same confident, opinionated man you were fifteen years ago. You remain sure of your abilities and undeterred, as utterly unembarrassed by your newest failure as you were of the first. The Baskerville case – you faithfully printed every false conclusion and absurdly confident inference of your reports and diaries without a hint of a blush. Why, if I were to ask you now to look at me and tell me where I have been all day, you would give it your best, though you know undoubtedly that I would make a fool of you within minutes!”
I glanced at him once. “You’ve been at the Diogenes club with your brother Mycroft, smoking your pipe and thinking about your latest case, haven’t you? Or, rather, have been brooding over it all day, and still are.” I asked. That was what I had gathered, and I suppose it was possible I was wrong now as every other time, but I should like to at least prove him right if I could not prove him wrong, though it would honestly be much more to my liking to do the latter.
He turned his chair to face me, and I looked up from the newspaper. His face was expressionless, but I detected a hint of a glimmer in his eyes. “And now it is my turn, Watson, to ask that most famous of questions, and ask you how you managed to deduce that.”
I shrugged my shoulders and looked at him, folding the paper and setting it down. “Well, you’re obviously quite preoccupied, as you’re generally a cleanly man, but you seem to have stepped in a puddle and never even have noticed, and furthermore neglected to scrape you shoes as you came in.”
He glanced down at his trouser legs, and smiled very slightly at the splash marks of pale dirty water dried onto the darker tweed. Even he could see from where he was sitting the marks of his shoe upon the floor in crumbling mud.
“And since you’ve gotten no new cases, I assume that it would be an old case – most likely your most recent – that is occupying your mind. It can be doing nothing good inside your mind to have lost the entire family to the assassins after all, and have the criminal escape, even if it is to a watery grave that he has escaped.”
“Go on,” said he, in a neutral voice. I assumed that he was cataloguing my every error, but I determined to bull through it, and wait for him to tell me everything I did wrong afterward.
“You’ve also spilled tobacco on yourself as you filled your pipe, proving, I suppose, that you have been thusly preoccupied all day, but even without that you positively reek of it, which I took to mean that you had been smoking all day.”
“And the Diogenes club?”
“You weren’t here; you didn’t want to be bothered by me, I take it. It goes to figure that you wouldn’t want to be bothered by anyone else, either. While I have no doubt you have numerous dens of iniquity that you go have gone to, your clothes appear to be in fine shape, so despite your absence of some eighteen hours you haven’t moved much, and you at any rate could not be left alone in most places. The club is an obvious exception to that.”
“Have you a reason to state Mycroft as a factor, or is it merely conjecture on your part?”
I shrugged my shoulders once again. “You always appear to be ‘taken down a peg,’ so to speak, after you talk with him. Also, I doubted you could have gone there without seeing him at least once.”
He was silent, looking at me for a moment, his inspection having the added effect of making me acutely uncomfortable, so that I felt compelled to speak again.
“There it is – now is your opportunity to point out to me every wrong conclusion I’ve drawn from the proper evidence.”
Rather to my surprise, he smiled broadly. class=GramE>“Not at all, my dear fellow! In fact, you are right in every particular. This, then, is why I love you so, Watson – you never cease to surprise. Just when I think I have got you utterly pegged, I turn a new corner and there is a whole new person to discover. Come – I believe I have got a new inspiration. Let us see if we cannot track down this vile fellow after all, and at least avenge those we could not save, for I am not at all certain that he went down with his ship.” He offered me his hand as he rose, and I took it.
Just as we reached the door, he turned back to kiss me quickly before hurrying downstairs, and I had to smile as well, for he seldom made any gestures of the kind outside of the bed-room. We hurried down, and I suppose it is inconsequential to tell the rest of the story, for surely the entire nation knows the story of the sensational chase and capture of the assassin, and I know I, for one, smiled as I read of his hanging.
When I smiled at the newspaper and looked up, there was another who smiled back.

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A/N: Sorry. A little disappointing, wasn’t it? ^_^ But I think this goes with another story I’m writing, which is much better and much slashier. Review?
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