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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.