A/N: I honestly can't say where this idea came from. I thought about the poem, "Charge of the Light Brigade", and this idea came about. I thought about how Watson would feel when Holmes dashes off to do something dangerous on his own and ends up hurt. This is my first time writing Holmes & Watson, so I hope it sounds canon. I don't own any of this.


"Forward, the Light Brigade!"

Was there a man dismay'd?

Not tho' the soldier knew

Someone had blunder'd:

Theirs not to make reply,

Theirs not to reason why,

Theirs but to do and die:

Into the valley of Death

Rode the six hundred.

There weren't quite so many men in this particular venture as in the old poem, yet it has never been truer that an error had occurred, marring my friend's perfect plan. Who had failed…I know not. What I do know is that Holmes set out on his case secure in the knowledge that I would behind him shortly, and moments later I was waylaid. Inspector Lestrade may be partially at fault, but I should have known better than to let Holmes set off on his own on such a dangerous mission. He has so little regard for his own welfare, which is one of the many reasons I stay so close beside him. Now, it is possible that I will never be by his side again.

Boldly they rode and well,

Into the jaws of Death,

Into the mouth of Hell

Rode the six hundred.

The dismal cavern where Holmes was finally discovered was certainly dismal enough. The bodies of several men, the very men he had been trailing, lay around him. My poor friend was much the worse for wear from his venture, however. He must have known, before confronting them, that we were not behind him to back him up. Regardless of that fact, Holmes rode into the mouth of hell, going up against almost a dozen armed men on his own.

While horse and hero fell,

They that had fought so well,

Came thro' the jaws of Death

Back from the mouth of Hell,

All that was left of them,

Left of six hundred.

When can their glory fade?

O the wild charge they made!

All the world wondered.

Honor the charge they made,

Honor the Light Brigade,

Noble six hundred.

My friend remained unconscious for several days, while I sat silently at his side, a lonely vigil. Many speak of Holmes' accomplishments, yet few know the extent to which he will push himself to achieve those goals. Time will inevitably cause the memory of Holmes' accomplishments to fade from the mind of the public, yet I will always honor his sacrifice. If more scars are added to my body and mind whilst I accompany him, then so be it. I will never forget the moment, the most recent one, where my friend prepared to give his life for mine.