TITLE: Interlude
FIRST PUBLISHED: Apr 23, 2012
SUMMARY: Holmes' thoughts on the boat to France, in the calm before the storm. :: It's not -really- that dark though...I just couldn't think of any genre that would fit better. :: spoilers for A Game of Shadows.
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Disclaimer: nothing belongs to me except the writing
A/N: I only watched the movie once, so if for some reason one of the details are wrong, that's why.
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They were on the boat to France. Strange, that the sky was so blue. As if there wasn't a care to be had in the world. Watson didn't yet feel the weight that made him silent. If he had anything to do with it, Watson wouldn't ever, not for as long as possible. He was still mad for him pushing Mary off the train (he didn't really think Holmes would throw her off and not have anyone to rescue her? Well, perhaps it was justified. He had done everything to stop his friend getting married.) He sighed. The sky was blue and it was unnaturally calm. He didn't like calm. Calm was something he could never have, it was a cruel joke now that as they fled across the channel to begin the battle the world was so at peace.
Watson tried to start a conversation, but he ignored it. He got off the bench and walked to the edge of the boat. He looked one more time at the handkerchief in his hand, then let it fall away into the water. It was the most he could do for Irene now.
He looked up at the sky. All ties were broken now. There was nothing to regret. The battle would soon begin.