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Home sweet home

((New post, because it is good for the universe. I would like to applaud all of the Cravat's fine members for not making a home/Holmes pun, nor yet a Holmesosexual pun. Not yet.))

Location: The Cravat
Time: Out of time

Sherlock Holmes and John Watson stumbled out of the portal, Watson still a little wide eyed at the prospect of time travel, Holmes retaining his famous composure. They stood in wait of the others, avoiding each other's eyes.


Jan. 15th, 2007 05:58 am (UTC)
Jeannot shook his head at Watson. "Jeannot," he corrected him, hoping that they were still friends, and obediently moved his right leg in a circle, wincing a bit as the skin stretched over what was probably fast becoming a bruise. He nodded at Watson and squeezed Gabe's hand, still sorry that he had been so reckless.
Jan. 15th, 2007 06:01 am (UTC)
"Hmm." Watson examined Jeannot's leg intently. "Yes, I think you should be all right, Jeannot." He used the name carefully, as though unsure if it would be acceptable. "It's only a bruise. Thank heavens, I believe we've all had enough misfortune for today. Just don't do anything too. . ." In spite of himself, he glanced at Gabe. "Vigorous."
Jan. 15th, 2007 06:15 am (UTC)
Gabe noticed Watson's glance and tried, for Jeannot's sake, not to let it get him too angry. "Don't worry," he said, not viciously. "I'll make sure he's careful."
Jan. 15th, 2007 06:20 am (UTC)
Jeannot blushed at Watson's glance, feeling a bit awkward. "Yes," he said brightly, trying to change the subject. "Do you think there is food, here? I am hungry." He shot a longing look at Gabe, wanting nothing more than to pull him into the closet again, but being careful not to shock Watson any more than he was already shocked.
Jan. 15th, 2007 06:25 am (UTC)
"You know," Watson said, smiling slightly, "I'm not Holmes, but I'm not an idiot, either. If you gentlemen would like for me to go away, you have only to say the word." Something in him cried out at the blatant condoning of gross indecency, but something else in him cried out at the other part of him to not be a hypocrite, you idiot. He had been pulled unexpectedly into a closet before.
Jan. 15th, 2007 06:42 am (UTC)
"Holmes said we had a room upstairs and that there's a cot for us to set up," Gabe replied. "I think now may be a good time to do it, and that way everyone has some privacy." He paused and then amended himself, "Provided our room has a lock, so that Holmes isn't able to interrupt again." He then realized of whom he was speaking and amended further, "Provided it has a lock he can't pick, if such a lock actually exists."
Jan. 15th, 2007 06:46 am (UTC)
"I regret to tell you that I very much doubt that it does," Watson said politely. "I believe your room is upstairs. The cot will be within the closet." He ran his eyes perceptively over the closet's inhabitants. "I think I should leave, and let you find it. If you need assistance, do not hesitate to call." He shut the door, and sighed. Holmes would be proud of his intuition.
Jan. 15th, 2007 07:09 am (UTC)
Jeannot smiled kindly at Watson, pitying the poor man, stuck here in an unknown place without his wife, and with his highly-volatile former lover who was apparently off sulking somewhere else. He was grateful, however, to be left alone with Gabe, and took the opportunity to kiss him more gently, in penitence for being so hasty earlier. "I wasn't lying when I said that I was hungry, you know," he told him with a smile. "I just didn't say what I was hungry for." He grinned at Gabe, forgetting quickly about the world outside the closet.
Jan. 15th, 2007 07:33 am (UTC)
Gabe laughed. "I knew exactly what you meant," he said, kissing him again and wrapping his arms around him. "And you've only whetted my appetite, though I think we should probably set up our room now, even if only to prove to Watson that we possess some sort of restraint. Besides, I wouldn't want you to hurt yourself further."
Jan. 15th, 2007 08:15 am (UTC)
Jeannot grinned and kissed Gabe's cheek, the look in his eyes promising more kisses once they were safe in their own room. "Then let us find this cot now," he suggested, and looked around, quickly spotting one of the folding beds in one corner. He went over and tugged at it, hoping not to cause an avalanche. Fortunately, it came out of its spot rather easily, and he smiled at Gabe again, triumphant, in a much better mood now that it was just the two of them. "Help me carry this, aimé," he requested, voice light.
Jan. 15th, 2007 08:43 am (UTC)
((Perhaps we should start a new post soonabouts, partners in crime? My browser is starting to rebel, and this post has a good hundred on the one beneath it. Whenever's best, of course.))

Gabe opened the closet door now, so that neither of them would have to put down the cot to open it later, and took one end of it. It wasn't so much heavy as hard to maneuver, and the extra pair of hands would certainly make things easier. "I'm at you beck and call, bel," he said, smiling, and picked up his end. "Let's go."
Jan. 15th, 2007 08:54 am (UTC)
((Good place to end it, I think. I was just pondering that. New post indeed.))
Jan. 15th, 2007 08:56 am (UTC)
((Yes. I'm on it.))

Jeannot picked up his end cautiously, until he was reassured that it wouldn't fall apart, and followed Gabe out of the closet. They took the stairs carefully, and though the cot was not heavy, he was grateful when they reached the top and were able to set their burden down. Jeannot looked around the upper level, seeing that it was no more comfortable-looking than the lower, and saw that one of the two doors was open. Guessing that Holmes was sulking in the other, he pointed to the open room. "That one is ours, I think," he said, and helped Gabe to carry the cot the few more steps into their room.

((New post ahoy!))


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