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capt_facepalmTitle: Sanctuary
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Rating: PG
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes (Gaslight)
Characters: Mr Sherlock Holmes, Dr John H. Watson
Summary: A chase scene concludes
Warnings: (violence and brief incapacity)
Word Count: 100
Author's Notes: July 3rd prompt: Sacred spaces: Incorporate the religion or philosophy of your choice into today's story, in whatever manner you choose.
‘Sanch-wary, sanch-wary!’ the chapel rang with the little urchin’s pleas.
‘Sanctuary?!? Give me Dr Watson’s wallet,’ said Sherlock Holmes, still winded from the chase.
The commotion disturbed the faithful who had come to pray. With disapproving glares, they muttered their uncharitable thoughts aloud.
‘Give it here, boy,’ Holmes commanded.
Instead, Holmes received a most unsportsmanlike punch, delivered with all the strength of a desperate child.
The boy ran, only to be seized at the door by Dr Watson, always the straggler.
‘My wallet, please.’
‘…ye-yessir…’
After the child had fled, Watson sat, head bowed, and waited until Holmes recovered himself.
Author:
capt_facepalmRating: PG
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes (Gaslight)
Characters: Mr Sherlock Holmes, Dr John H. Watson
Summary: A chase scene concludes
Warnings: (violence and brief incapacity)
Word Count: 100
Author's Notes: July 3rd prompt: Sacred spaces: Incorporate the religion or philosophy of your choice into today's story, in whatever manner you choose.
‘Sanch-wary, sanch-wary!’ the chapel rang with the little urchin’s pleas.
‘Sanctuary?!? Give me Dr Watson’s wallet,’ said Sherlock Holmes, still winded from the chase.
The commotion disturbed the faithful who had come to pray. With disapproving glares, they muttered their uncharitable thoughts aloud.
‘Give it here, boy,’ Holmes commanded.
Instead, Holmes received a most unsportsmanlike punch, delivered with all the strength of a desperate child.
The boy ran, only to be seized at the door by Dr Watson, always the straggler.
‘My wallet, please.’
‘…ye-yessir…’
After the child had fled, Watson sat, head bowed, and waited until Holmes recovered himself.
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