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Title: The Apothecaries' Garden
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saki101
Fandoms: Sherlock Holmes - Arthur Conan Doyle/Rappaccini's Daughter - Nathaniel Hawthorne
Characters/Pairings: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Mrs Hudson, Mike Stamford
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Slash, historical fiction
Word Count: ~10.4K
Disclaimer: Neither Rappaccini's Daughter nor the Sherlock Holmes stories are mine and no money is being made.
Summary: Watson hopes to distract Holmes during a lull between cases by reading him a Hawthorne story involving doctors and poisons.
Notes: I always felt Rappaccini's Daughter could have ended differently.
Excerpt: Over the top of my newspaper, I watched Holmes rise from his seat. He walked to the window and peered out, his pipe clenched between his teeth. It was the third time he had made the journey to the window in a quarter hour. I waited for his announcement of a visitor. I listened for the sound of carriage wheels, the knock upon the downstairs door. The street remained quiet, the door-knocker still, even the lowering clouds I could see above the buildings over the road held in their rain.
On AO3
Author:
saki101Fandoms: Sherlock Holmes - Arthur Conan Doyle/Rappaccini's Daughter - Nathaniel Hawthorne
Characters/Pairings: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Mrs Hudson, Mike Stamford
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Slash, historical fiction
Word Count: ~10.4K
Disclaimer: Neither Rappaccini's Daughter nor the Sherlock Holmes stories are mine and no money is being made.
Summary: Watson hopes to distract Holmes during a lull between cases by reading him a Hawthorne story involving doctors and poisons.
Notes: I always felt Rappaccini's Daughter could have ended differently.
Excerpt: Over the top of my newspaper, I watched Holmes rise from his seat. He walked to the window and peered out, his pipe clenched between his teeth. It was the third time he had made the journey to the window in a quarter hour. I waited for his announcement of a visitor. I listened for the sound of carriage wheels, the knock upon the downstairs door. The street remained quiet, the door-knocker still, even the lowering clouds I could see above the buildings over the road held in their rain.
On AO3
