Character(s): Holmes, Watson
Summary: Watson is stuck on a cliff; Holmes comes to the rescue.
Author's Notes: ACD-verse. Fill for July 31st picture prompt:
Word Count: 221B
Watson’s fingers were raw, his neck and shoulders cramped, and his ears were so far past numb that, paradoxically, they were aching somewhere behind his neck. He shifted, but a sudden gust of wind caught his coat and sent his heart up past his nose before he could recapture his balance. He stared balefully across the canyon at the cave in the facing wall. If he had been lucky enough to slip down that side of the crevice—well, he wouldn’t be staring at it here until his eyes watered and his vision blurred, until it ceased to look like a cave and began to resemble a massive eye examining him impassively. Another gust of wind pulled at his coat, and his own eyes watered so fiercely that he was almost blinded. He blinked, but his vision still swam. Glints from the sunlight off his left shoulder reflected in his tears and swam in front of his eyes. Even after he had recaptured his focus, light still danced in the cave. He shook his head to clear his vision, and the movement made his fingers slip, and then his boots. The fall was long enough that he could see Holmes emerge from the darkness, carrying a rope that was too short to reach him before he plunged into the depths below.