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011: Emulate: Sherlock Holmes (ACD): Gen
Title: Emulate
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes (ACD)
Rating: Gen
Length: 221b
Summary: Watson is piqued at a newspaper story.
I snatched up the newspaper with undisguised disgust.
“Watson.”
I registered the soothing tone in Holmes’s voice, but I was in no mood to be soothed.
“I don’t understand how you’re taking these so easily. ‘The New Sherlock Holmes’” I snorted. “What about the old Sherlock Holmes?”
“The old Sherlock Holmes is, well, getting old.”
“But that doesn’t mean…”
“No, but it’s natural for the press to look for a sensational angle, and it’s also natural for younger puzzle-solvers to want to emulate their elders.”
“Elders and betters!”
“You don’t know that.”
“Holmes!”
“These young sleuths, they might be just as good as I was.”
“Are! Just as good as you are!” I tucked the offending headline inside the folds and shoved the newspaper into my case. “On today of all days, it rankles.”
“Everything has a season, Watson.”
“I know that.”
“Every story’s beginning is some other story’s end.”
“I know that, too!” I sighed. “Holmes.”
“We made this decision together. We discussed it for a long time.”
“And it’s the right decision. I feel that. Don’t you?”
“Absolutely. So let’s carry on.”
We spent the next few minutes in silence, saying good-bye to Baker Street for the last time. Then we took a cab to the station and boarded a train for a beginning, one with garden and bees.
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes (ACD)
Rating: Gen
Length: 221b
Summary: Watson is piqued at a newspaper story.
I snatched up the newspaper with undisguised disgust.
“Watson.”
I registered the soothing tone in Holmes’s voice, but I was in no mood to be soothed.
“I don’t understand how you’re taking these so easily. ‘The New Sherlock Holmes’” I snorted. “What about the old Sherlock Holmes?”
“The old Sherlock Holmes is, well, getting old.”
“But that doesn’t mean…”
“No, but it’s natural for the press to look for a sensational angle, and it’s also natural for younger puzzle-solvers to want to emulate their elders.”
“Elders and betters!”
“You don’t know that.”
“Holmes!”
“These young sleuths, they might be just as good as I was.”
“Are! Just as good as you are!” I tucked the offending headline inside the folds and shoved the newspaper into my case. “On today of all days, it rankles.”
“Everything has a season, Watson.”
“I know that.”
“Every story’s beginning is some other story’s end.”
“I know that, too!” I sighed. “Holmes.”
“We made this decision together. We discussed it for a long time.”
“And it’s the right decision. I feel that. Don’t you?”
“Absolutely. So let’s carry on.”
We spent the next few minutes in silence, saying good-bye to Baker Street for the last time. Then we took a cab to the station and boarded a train for a beginning, one with garden and bees.
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