Fic: The Ladies of The Strand
Title: Ladies of The Strand
Author: DealliaSnape (harmonymarguerite)
Summary: A regular meeting between Holmes fangirls, circa 1890.
Pairing: Holmes/Watson mentioned.
Rating: PG
Words: 468
Disclaimer: Sherlock Holmes and company are the creations of Arthur Conan Doyle.
Notes: Based on a shkinkmeme prompt for The Holmes stories in The Strand have a small but fervent female following. Some of them meet on a regular basis to share their art, fic, songs, most of which is H/W slash (of course). Basically, a Victorian equivalent of an LJ slash comm. It's your choice whether Holmes and Watson really exist, but I'd prefer it if the women believe them to be fictional characters. The OP is fiveclawedfics, and the thread is here
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*Ahem* “The forty-second meeting of the ‘Ladies of the Strand’ is now called to order. Naturally, our newest business is that there has been a new story published. Shall we begin there? Yes, Anna?”
“Holmes has a brother! A brother! Isn’t that exciting?”
“Oh pish, what relevance does that have upon the main idea?”
“Hush Jessica. Just because you’re theory of Holmes being an orphan raised on the streets, friendless and alone has been shot to dust, doesn’t mean the rest of us can’t enjoy the thought of more Holmes’ out there.”
“Hmph. I’ll thank you not to call me Jessica. My pen name is Miss Speckle.”
“That’s absolutely redic-“
“Well, I found the idea of Holmes being related to Vernet, immensely interesting. ‘Art in the blood’ and all that, as Mr. Holmes said.”
“And?”
“Well, I think Mr. Holmes would be very… uh… inventive… in certain… areas of his life.”
“Oh for heaven’s sake Margaret, if you mean sex, just say it. Oh stop gasping! I would think after forty-some-odd meetings, we could dispense with all this tip-toeing around the subject.”
“I drew a picture based on The Greek Interpreter.”
“What part?”
“The conclusion of the case, naturally. I was thinking… Hang it all, where is it? Ah! Now, I was thinking, that the good Doctor would be a little… miffed? That Holmes had kept such a large secret from his dear friend for so long. It said at the beginning that it was seven years before Watson found out about Mycroft. So I thought that perhaps a little… punishment was in order.”
“…”
“…”
“Is that anatomically possible?”
“Oh, who cares! It’s HOT!”
“I’m just wondering, can the body DO that?”
“I need to lie down.”
“Are you really going to faint again, Sarah?”
“Bring the couch over.”
“I mean, I certainly can’t do that.”
“Maybe if you weren’t wearing a corset, you ninny.”
“May I borrow the fan?”
“Ninny! I’ll show you a ninny, you stuffed-“
“Good heavens, she’s fainted dead away!”
“Bring it, you poppycocked-“
“LADIES!”
“…”
“…”
“Sorry.”
“Likewise.”
“Is Sarah alright?”
“Oh, she’ll be fine. Pass the salts.”
“You’re still a ninny.”
“Has anyone written anything new?”
“Oh! I did! It’s a real mystery this time too, not just all the… fun things.”
“Sex.”
“Yes… that.”
“You didn’t copy The Pearl this time, did you?”
“No! I tried to write it as the Doctor, this time. Here, I brought copies for all.”
“Well, Carolyn can read it aloud. She has the best voice.”
“And I can say penis without flinching. Oh for heavens… Don’t faint again, Sarah!”
“JESSICA!”
“Oh! Was that your husband? He’s early!”
“Oops!”
“This concludes the forty-second meeting. The forty-third meeting will be tomorrow, 4:00 sharp. This time at Nancy’s house, in the hopes that her husband is late.”
Author: DealliaSnape (harmonymarguerite)
Summary: A regular meeting between Holmes fangirls, circa 1890.
Pairing: Holmes/Watson mentioned.
Rating: PG
Words: 468
Disclaimer: Sherlock Holmes and company are the creations of Arthur Conan Doyle.
Notes: Based on a shkinkmeme prompt for The Holmes stories in The Strand have a small but fervent female following. Some of them meet on a regular basis to share their art, fic, songs, most of which is H/W slash (of course). Basically, a Victorian equivalent of an LJ slash comm. It's your choice whether Holmes and Watson really exist, but I'd prefer it if the women believe them to be fictional characters. The OP is fiveclawedfics, and the thread is here
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*Ahem* “The forty-second meeting of the ‘Ladies of the Strand’ is now called to order. Naturally, our newest business is that there has been a new story published. Shall we begin there? Yes, Anna?”
“Holmes has a brother! A brother! Isn’t that exciting?”
“Oh pish, what relevance does that have upon the main idea?”
“Hush Jessica. Just because you’re theory of Holmes being an orphan raised on the streets, friendless and alone has been shot to dust, doesn’t mean the rest of us can’t enjoy the thought of more Holmes’ out there.”
“Hmph. I’ll thank you not to call me Jessica. My pen name is Miss Speckle.”
“That’s absolutely redic-“
“Well, I found the idea of Holmes being related to Vernet, immensely interesting. ‘Art in the blood’ and all that, as Mr. Holmes said.”
“And?”
“Well, I think Mr. Holmes would be very… uh… inventive… in certain… areas of his life.”
“Oh for heaven’s sake Margaret, if you mean sex, just say it. Oh stop gasping! I would think after forty-some-odd meetings, we could dispense with all this tip-toeing around the subject.”
“I drew a picture based on The Greek Interpreter.”
“What part?”
“The conclusion of the case, naturally. I was thinking… Hang it all, where is it? Ah! Now, I was thinking, that the good Doctor would be a little… miffed? That Holmes had kept such a large secret from his dear friend for so long. It said at the beginning that it was seven years before Watson found out about Mycroft. So I thought that perhaps a little… punishment was in order.”
“…”
“…”
“Is that anatomically possible?”
“Oh, who cares! It’s HOT!”
“I’m just wondering, can the body DO that?”
“I need to lie down.”
“Are you really going to faint again, Sarah?”
“Bring the couch over.”
“I mean, I certainly can’t do that.”
“Maybe if you weren’t wearing a corset, you ninny.”
“May I borrow the fan?”
“Ninny! I’ll show you a ninny, you stuffed-“
“Good heavens, she’s fainted dead away!”
“Bring it, you poppycocked-“
“LADIES!”
“…”
“…”
“Sorry.”
“Likewise.”
“Is Sarah alright?”
“Oh, she’ll be fine. Pass the salts.”
“You’re still a ninny.”
“Has anyone written anything new?”
“Oh! I did! It’s a real mystery this time too, not just all the… fun things.”
“Sex.”
“Yes… that.”
“You didn’t copy The Pearl this time, did you?”
“No! I tried to write it as the Doctor, this time. Here, I brought copies for all.”
“Well, Carolyn can read it aloud. She has the best voice.”
“And I can say penis without flinching. Oh for heavens… Don’t faint again, Sarah!”
“JESSICA!”
“Oh! Was that your husband? He’s early!”
“Oops!”
“This concludes the forty-second meeting. The forty-third meeting will be tomorrow, 4:00 sharp. This time at Nancy’s house, in the hopes that her husband is late.”