sparklefiction

I love Rule 63. It shows me things, like how hot Benny C would be as a lady.

SCENE: A tall, blond man in a Victorian suit stumbles into his home. It's dark. He fumbles with the keys. only the street lamps light the foyer, and he relaxes- until beautiful brunette woman in a dark red smoking jacket with close cropped, wild hair lights a candle.

"John Hamish Watson," she says quietly, frowning.
(inner monologue) "Oh, God," he thinks. "All three names."
She sets the candle on the table by her chair and steeples her fingers. "You," she announces, "Are drunk."
(inner monologue) "This is what I get for marrying a detective."
"You have been playing dice in the alley off Third Street, by the docks."
"She knows this from the shade of the dirt on my knees."
"There were women there, of ill repute."
"Lipstick on my collar. Cheap. Garishly pink."
"You've lost your entire allowance."
"Else I would not have been sneaking in so late. She's very forgiving, usually."
"And you have allowed someone to loosen your lower left molars."
"...Lucky punch."
She stands, taking off his jacket, and stares him dead in the eye. "What have you to say for yourself?"
"Cheeky. She likes it when I'm cheeky."
"I need to stop hanging around your friends."
She smirks. Kisses him. "You're a good man, Doctor Watson. Do try to remember it sometimes."

(Title) THE DOCTOR AND MRS. WATSON

An inspector stares back and forth between the two of them, in daylight, weighing a card that reads, Mrs. S. H. Watson, consulting detective.
Doctor Watson is hiding a black eye behind his newspaper and pipe.
"An odd name for a woman," the detective murmurs, frowning.
"Sherlock," she drawls, "Is an odd name anyway."

Dude, I dunno. I'm full of Holmes AU lately. AND IF I WANT SLASH, I CAN JUST WATCH EVERY OTHER VERSION.