Because I NEED another fandom . . .

[peg22]

I discovered the brilliant Sherlock Holmes and Jeremy Brett!  Hell. In a good way. 

Well, since I seem to be following this slash line to it's logical beginnings, it's only natural to step
back into the first real buddy cop show, eh?! (And I know someone will trump that  with an even earlier slashy pair)

So am nurturing a deep and abiding love that is still in it's first crush stage and oh how I love finding every little slash and H/C moment. The most surprising thing is how many traits, behaviours, etc that David Shore stole for House - my other latest and greatest obsession - and that doesn't even count Torchwood . . . which is not exactly slash but, well, canon snogging . . .

So, since there are societies upon societies who KNOW Sherlock Holmes and his friend and colleague John Watson WAY better than me, it is an intimidating task to break in to the hallowed halls of Conan Doyle . . . and yes I know my writing has taken a decidedly more Victorian/Edwardian tone . . . what of it???

BTW, all Jeremy Brett talks about in interviews is "the friendship between two men"

which I now believe David Soul adopted the same ideas . . . and how thrilled was I that an interviewer compared Holmes and Watson to Starsky and Hutch . . . can a crossover be far ahead? (totally kidding now)

So, here is my first (really my second) foray into the world of SH/JW . . .

inspired by a prompt from LS to write "Six things Holmes did when he realized he was in love with Watson"

(of course others wrote out lists . . . I overachieved into six drabbles of precisely one hundred words and no more - yes, I'm starting to talk like this, too . . ..)

am testing it out on this very accepting livejournal . . .

let me know how you like it . . . or not!

Saturday Sixes Drabbles by Kaye

 

The first thing Mr. Sherlock Holmes did when he discovered he was in love with his friend and companion Dr. John Watson, was to shout for Mrs. Hudson, who had apparently stepped out to the butcher and was unavailable for consult, but that didn’t stop Holmes from shouting a second, third and fourth time, finally throwing open the sitting room door and bellowing down the stairwell, which only served to wake Dr. Watson, who stumbled bleary eyed to the landing, asking if he needed to call the fire brigade. The only answer came in the form of a slammed door.

 

The second thing Sherlock Holmes did when he discovered he was in love with his friend and companion Dr. Watson was to roll up his sleeve and band his arm, hoping that the shock and something else altogether he had felt in seeing his friend hardly dressed and half awake could be soothed by a seven percent solution, only to be thwarted by the door slamming against its hinges and Watson boiling in, completely dressed and wide awake and chugging on and on about courtesy and what the devil had gotten into him and all Holmes could do was laugh.

 

The third thing Sherlock Holmes did when he discovered he was in love with Dr. Watson was to leap up from his chair, face his friend and lie like a common criminal. He surprised himself at the ease in which the words rolled out of his mouth, all apologies and admonishment, until Watson cooled considerably, accepted the morning pipe and paper, and settled into his chair, where Holmes could observe and conduct an experiment. By half ten he had resolved that when Watson found a particular passage humorous, his subsequent chuckle sent Holmes’ pulse into a compelling but dangerous rhythm.

 

The fourth thing Holmes did when he discovered he was in love with Watson was to knock his Persian slipper into the fire. He had been observing the way Watson sipped his tea, lips pursed against the edge of the cup, and the next thing he knew he drifted too close to the fire. Watson shouted warning and Holmes swept his robe away from the flame, but his elbow sent the shoe into the heat. He made one attempt to retrieve it and burned his hand, prompting Watson to lecture him about injury and the comparatively paltry price of tobacco.

 

The fifth thing Holmes did when he discovered he was in love with Watson was to send for Inspector Lestrade. He above all could be counted upon to remain the very epitome of objectivity and would certainly assure Holmes that it could all be explained by a slight fever or an underdone potato. Unfortunately, Lestrade merely confirmed, with a delighted grin, that once again Holmes had solved the case. And the assurance that most of Scotland Yard, Mrs. Hudson, and the furrier on the corner were already in possession of the facts, sent Holmes to bed for two straight days.

 

The sixth thing Sherlock Holmes did when he discovered he was in love with Dr. Watson was to take matters into his own supremely capable hands.  He set his trap, which consisted of fine Cornish hens, his best cigars, and his most handsome silk shirt and cravat. He was by turns charming, funny, and precisely attentive. And when the brandy had loosened Watson’s faculties just enough that his smile sent Holmes' heart into his throat, he attacked.  Sentiments expressed, heart revealed, he was soon thankful for the smelling salts because when Watson finally regained consciousness, he answered with a blush.

Comments

[lyricalsoul.livejournal.com]

Aw... you wrote six drabbles! Post a link on the list!

[peg22.livejournal.com]

as you say, sir!

[callistosh65.livejournal.com]

Ye Gads, me dear, so this is where you've been?? I have no idea about any of this, but I would attempt your version of the phone book, so as usual I read on.. I enjoyed these thoroughly. Lyrical and lush, with such a period feel to them. Bravo, you manage a completely different voice, I'm so impressed.
He above all could be counted upon to remain the very epitome of objectivity and would certainly assure Holmes that it could all be explained by a slight fever or an underdone potato.
There's my bachgen, humour adapted for all occasions..*g*
Just lovely.

[peg22.livejournal.com]

thanks dear, and thanks for following me here . . .

[aesposito.livejournal.com]

Don't know if you know this, but some of the very first fan fiction was in the Sherlock Holmes fandom. As early as the 1910's, Holmesians (or Sherlockians, if you prefer the American name) were writing their own Holmes "fan fiction", which they called pastiches. There were (and are) an incredible number of Holmes fan clubs devoted to the things....

More useless information from Audrey, have a nie day......

[peg22.livejournal.com]

never useless - love it all!

[liederlady221b.livejournal.com]

Hey! Welcome to the insanity and...foray away! These were delightful, particularly the underdone potato over which I'm still chuckling. Truly, every buddy teaming (Kirk & Spock (& McCoy), Data & Geordi, Poirot & Hastings, and yes, Starsky & his Hutch) is based upon these two bright stars who set the standard for honest friendship, admiration and fruitful collaboration. Without Watson, we would not know Holmes. Without Holmes, Watson would have written bad, boring sea novels!

I look forward to more from you. May I friend you?

[peg22.livejournal.com]

thanks for the welcome and the comments and friend away! thanks!

[mara-snh.livejournal.com]

Capital! Kaye, my dear, I've been a Sherlockian of the first water for decades. You should see my Holmes-related collection. Goodness, it even stretches to dusty first editions of Verlaine. I never tried a pastiche of my own, but was aware of them early on in my studies of The Master and his faithful chronicler.

When a friend in high places at PBS smuggled VHS tapes of the Brett canon to me before it debuted in the U.S., I truly thought I'd died and gone to Holmes Heaven. Not only was the production lovingly faithful to the stories, even to the point of replicating a number of the most beautiful original Paget illustrations in key scenes, but Brett's understanding of Holmes to a nearly cellular depth was a breathtaking realization of what had previously only been the stuff of my imagination. I do hope you're reading the stories, though. There are magnificent moments in them that even the Brett productions bypassed, for some strange reason.

Welcome to the Holmesian hearth. It's comforting.

[peg22.livejournal.com]

Yes, have fallen hard and fast for one Mr. Jeremy Brett! He's just brilliant and perfect . . . and the slash possibilities warm my little anglophile heart!!!!

am reading the stories and watching the dvds - susan is getting very tired of my newly acquired british sensibilities . . . what ho!

k