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holmes_minorTitle: The Strange Case of Dr. Watson and Mr. Holmes
Form/Wordcount: 500 words
Characters/Pairings: Mrs. Hudson, Holmes, Watson, Lestrade
Rating: G
Warnings/Content: N/A
Author’s Notes: Written for the March Prompt: Temptations. Crack. And this is a crossover with... Well, I think it's probably self-evident ^^
Watson looked up as Mrs. Hudson entered with the tea. “Ah, lovely.”
Mrs. Hudson set down the tray. “Tea for one, wasn’t it, sir? Mr. Holmes being absent again.”
“Yes, that’s correct. Actually…” The doctor got to his feet. “I did want to talk to you about that, Mrs. Hudson.”
Mrs. Hudson smiled politely. “Yes, sir?”
“Yes.” Watson cleared his throat. “Well, you see… You may recall when I first moved into these rooms, I stated that I would definitely be living on my own. Then Mr. Holmes just abruptly turned up! And sometimes you don’t see him for weeks, and of course you’ve never seen us together at the same time…”
“Really, sir?”
“Yes. And this is because… Well, it’s probably just easier if I show you.”
Watson marched over to the experiment table, whipped up a pale green concoction and downed half of it. He immediately clutched his throat and disappeared behind the sofa. There was some gurgling and snarling, and then the figure behind the sofa rose again, clad in the same clothes but now with very different features.
“Mr. Holmes!”
Holmes nodded solemnly. “Watson and I are one and the same. He created a formula that would allow another side of him to exist, so he could give in to all his temptations. The drug-taking! Staying up past his bedtime! Being a dashing detective instead of a stuffy old doctor! Smok—”
Holmes narrowed his eyes.
“Mrs. Hudson. I have to say you don’t seem terribly surprised.”
“Well, actually, sir, I have a confession of my own.” Mrs. Hudson smiled weakly. “The other day, after finishing cleaning your sitting room I was feeling rather warm. I saw what I thought was a beaker of lime cordial, and I thought you wouldn’t mind so…”
“You didn’t!” Holmes’s eyes widened. “So that young lady who answered my call for tea… The one with the abundance of rouge..?”
Mrs. Hudson nodded. “My alter ego, Mrs. Turner. You must have just caught her as she was popping out to embrace her wantonness.”
“Mrs. Hudson, I’m shocked!”
The sound of voices drifted up from downstairs.
“But that discussion must wait for another time. Lestrade is here! He suspects and wants to turn me over to the authorities. I must hide until I come up with a more permanent solution to our problem!”
Holmes hurried to his bedroom, as Mrs. Hudson looked thoughtful.
“A solution..?”
Lestrade entered and Mrs. Hudson smiled at him.
“I’m afraid you’ve just missed Mr. Holmes. But why not have some… lime cordial… while you await his return.”
“Oh. Thank you.”
Lestrade drained the beaker—and fell, yowling, to the floor.
Holmes came running back.
“What have you done, Mrs. Hudson!”
Mrs. Hudson shrugged. “It seemed the simplest answer. If he’s one of us, he won’t turn us over to the authorities.”
“I suppose… that does make sense.”
Holmes frowned as he watched the familiar ferret features turn bulldog instead.
“This is really going to confuse Watson’s readers though.”
Form/Wordcount: 500 words
Characters/Pairings: Mrs. Hudson, Holmes, Watson, Lestrade
Rating: G
Warnings/Content: N/A
Author’s Notes: Written for the March Prompt: Temptations. Crack. And this is a crossover with... Well, I think it's probably self-evident ^^
Watson looked up as Mrs. Hudson entered with the tea. “Ah, lovely.”
Mrs. Hudson set down the tray. “Tea for one, wasn’t it, sir? Mr. Holmes being absent again.”
“Yes, that’s correct. Actually…” The doctor got to his feet. “I did want to talk to you about that, Mrs. Hudson.”
Mrs. Hudson smiled politely. “Yes, sir?”
“Yes.” Watson cleared his throat. “Well, you see… You may recall when I first moved into these rooms, I stated that I would definitely be living on my own. Then Mr. Holmes just abruptly turned up! And sometimes you don’t see him for weeks, and of course you’ve never seen us together at the same time…”
“Really, sir?”
“Yes. And this is because… Well, it’s probably just easier if I show you.”
Watson marched over to the experiment table, whipped up a pale green concoction and downed half of it. He immediately clutched his throat and disappeared behind the sofa. There was some gurgling and snarling, and then the figure behind the sofa rose again, clad in the same clothes but now with very different features.
“Mr. Holmes!”
Holmes nodded solemnly. “Watson and I are one and the same. He created a formula that would allow another side of him to exist, so he could give in to all his temptations. The drug-taking! Staying up past his bedtime! Being a dashing detective instead of a stuffy old doctor! Smok—”
Holmes narrowed his eyes.
“Mrs. Hudson. I have to say you don’t seem terribly surprised.”
“Well, actually, sir, I have a confession of my own.” Mrs. Hudson smiled weakly. “The other day, after finishing cleaning your sitting room I was feeling rather warm. I saw what I thought was a beaker of lime cordial, and I thought you wouldn’t mind so…”
“You didn’t!” Holmes’s eyes widened. “So that young lady who answered my call for tea… The one with the abundance of rouge..?”
Mrs. Hudson nodded. “My alter ego, Mrs. Turner. You must have just caught her as she was popping out to embrace her wantonness.”
“Mrs. Hudson, I’m shocked!”
The sound of voices drifted up from downstairs.
“But that discussion must wait for another time. Lestrade is here! He suspects and wants to turn me over to the authorities. I must hide until I come up with a more permanent solution to our problem!”
Holmes hurried to his bedroom, as Mrs. Hudson looked thoughtful.
“A solution..?”
Lestrade entered and Mrs. Hudson smiled at him.
“I’m afraid you’ve just missed Mr. Holmes. But why not have some… lime cordial… while you await his return.”
“Oh. Thank you.”
Lestrade drained the beaker—and fell, yowling, to the floor.
Holmes came running back.
“What have you done, Mrs. Hudson!”
Mrs. Hudson shrugged. “It seemed the simplest answer. If he’s one of us, he won’t turn us over to the authorities.”
“I suppose… that does make sense.”
Holmes frowned as he watched the familiar ferret features turn bulldog instead.
“This is really going to confuse Watson’s readers though.”
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Date: 2017-03-30 05:20 pm (UTC)