Posted by Bowen Cates on 3/9/2008, 9:19 pm, in reply to "chapter fifteen part one"
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Luckily, though, no one else seemed to have noticed because the clapping of Watson and the irregulars was still ringing through the cozy sitting room.
1800 Holmes rose from his chair, he seemed to be completely at a loss for to what to do, his whole view on women was being violated by none other then himself, everything he had spent his entire life ignoring and avoiding was now being sacrificed in a time span of two seconds right in front of his eyes.
Theodore had to do something, something to distract both Holmes’s from the scene unfolding before him…quickly he began to rise from his chair determined to find some way to make 1800 Holmes resume his without anyone seeing.
But just as his feet touched the ground something horrible happened, something more mortifying to Theodore then any amount of two-second smiles.
His stomach gave a horrendous growl that could be heard even above the constant clapping, which predictably, had ended just a moment before. Silence dominated everything; you could have heard a grain of dust hit the carpet.
Everyone turned to face him, every eye was upon him, he wanted to die, he wanted to jump out that window behind Deidre and feel his body crunch against the pavement.
Then, laughter, Wiggins, then Deidre, Tennyson (silently shaking in his hover chair), Watson, even Lestrade, each trying to hide it but failing miserably.
Only the Holmes’s refrained from joining in.
Theodore imagined himself as looking remarkably like a large red balloon he was so embarrassed, he was just remembering at that very moment, the fact that he had missed breakfast and lunch and that it was now past dinnertime. It was his own fault, Holmes of any century, to whom food was of so little value had not remembered to stop for lunch. Lestrade, caught up in the current of the investigation, had forgotten as well and the irregulars and Watson had been off on their own for most if the day.
“I think,” announced 1800 Holmes, taking pity on Theodore “that before we begin the next stage of this case, we had better all have a good meal.”
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