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Sherlock Holmes drabble: Mary and Irene
Feb. 24th, 2011 10:00 pmOf course, right before I go to bed, I have this conversation stuck in my head:
"Are you so worried about Sherlock, then?" Irene asked, a hint of sarcasm coloring her overly polite words.
Mary glanced away from Gladstone. "Oh good heavens, no! The last time I checked, Sherlock was a man grown and one in no need of a mother." She titled her head slightly. "A friend, though, perhaps. Of course I wish him well and wish to see no heartache fall upon him but he is a man who does what he wishes, no matter the staying hand."
The other woman smirked for a moment. "You do know him well."
"As well as anyone can, I suppose."
"Then, Mrs. Watson, what is your problem with me?"
"I have no doubt that in most ways, Ms. Adler, your intelligence outweighs mine ten fold," Mary said, quietly, as her fingers gently stroked Gladstone's ears. "I have seen you in action and, reluctantly perhaps, have been suitably impressed."
Irene snorted. "My thanks, I think."
Now Mary leaned forward intently, eyes narrowed. "But you must understand that I spend my days surrounded by men who's intelligence outweighs me by ten fold and I am no more intimidated by them than I am you. And so I must say this so that we understand each other. Your presence beings many things to the life of Sherlock Holmes, some good, others a great deal worse. For every moment of joy or happiness you bring, it seems there is double the amount of grief. If you so much as bring an ounce of that pain upon my husband's doorstep again, Ms. Adler, it will not be Sherlock that you will find yourself facing the next time."
Her voice dropped slightly. "I have been widowed once already. As God is my witness, you shall not be the instrument that ushers me into a second widowhood."
Later
"I wouldn't underestimate that one if I were you, Mrs. Watson," the housekeeper said as she closed the door behind Irene's departing form.
Mary paused from where she was placing her hat on her head and leaned over to press a delicate kiss to Mrs. Hudson's cheek. "I spend my days babysitting Sherlock Holmes and my John so you have no worries there." She turned back to the mirror and smiled slightly. "I was simply reminding her to pay me the same courtesy."
"Are you so worried about Sherlock, then?" Irene asked, a hint of sarcasm coloring her overly polite words.
Mary glanced away from Gladstone. "Oh good heavens, no! The last time I checked, Sherlock was a man grown and one in no need of a mother." She titled her head slightly. "A friend, though, perhaps. Of course I wish him well and wish to see no heartache fall upon him but he is a man who does what he wishes, no matter the staying hand."
The other woman smirked for a moment. "You do know him well."
"As well as anyone can, I suppose."
"Then, Mrs. Watson, what is your problem with me?"
"I have no doubt that in most ways, Ms. Adler, your intelligence outweighs mine ten fold," Mary said, quietly, as her fingers gently stroked Gladstone's ears. "I have seen you in action and, reluctantly perhaps, have been suitably impressed."
Irene snorted. "My thanks, I think."
Now Mary leaned forward intently, eyes narrowed. "But you must understand that I spend my days surrounded by men who's intelligence outweighs me by ten fold and I am no more intimidated by them than I am you. And so I must say this so that we understand each other. Your presence beings many things to the life of Sherlock Holmes, some good, others a great deal worse. For every moment of joy or happiness you bring, it seems there is double the amount of grief. If you so much as bring an ounce of that pain upon my husband's doorstep again, Ms. Adler, it will not be Sherlock that you will find yourself facing the next time."
Her voice dropped slightly. "I have been widowed once already. As God is my witness, you shall not be the instrument that ushers me into a second widowhood."
Later
"I wouldn't underestimate that one if I were you, Mrs. Watson," the housekeeper said as she closed the door behind Irene's departing form.
Mary paused from where she was placing her hat on her head and leaned over to press a delicate kiss to Mrs. Hudson's cheek. "I spend my days babysitting Sherlock Holmes and my John so you have no worries there." She turned back to the mirror and smiled slightly. "I was simply reminding her to pay me the same courtesy."