October 31st, 2007

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Fic: The Final Road

Title: The Final Road
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes
Pairing: Holmes/Watson
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Not mine, although actually in the public domain. No profit is intended.

Summary: After World War I, Holmes and Watson find each other again.

Author’s Note: Thanks to haldane for the wonderful beta job.
I had many of the ideas for this story in my head for a while, but then everything came together when I saw spacefall’s beautiful "old dude love/pron" pics. Thanks for the inspiration.

The Final Road

The dismal grey sky and the driving rain made it a perfect day for a funeral.

I sat in an automobile besides Sherlock Holmes on our way to the cemetery. Our driver followed the gun cart which carried the casket. Although it had been a long time since I had been allowed certain liberties with Holmes’ person, I nonetheless clasped his hand in an attempt to comfort him. I was surprised when he continued to hold me firmly as he gazed out of the rain-splattered window at the mostly deserted streets.

The few people milling about completely ignored us. After all, in a city that had lost so many of its young men in the Great War and was then further decimated by the influenza epidemic, a funeral procession was hardly a thing of interest.

I glanced over at Holmes. I had not seen him for a few years. He looked older, certainly greyer, and much graver. I could still read him, even after all this time, and I could tell that he was deeply affected by this loss.

It was just two days prior that I received an unexpected telegram from him.

“Brother Mycroft is dead. Will you attend funeral? SH”
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