I know many of my S/H pals will recognize the title of my new Sherlock fic. Well that's because I've loosely based the new story on the original. Because I can't help but draw comparisons between the two. And because who doesn't want to see that story played out again? The angst, the worry, the rubbing, the door hitting, the head on the chest, the ( Read more... )

Two weeks in the fandom and I've veered off a side road. Well, sort of. I just can't get the sad, shattered face of John Watson out of my head. Plus Greg Lestrade is a very yummy chap. I got a soft spot for cops ( Read more... )

So my recently acquired mad hot love for the original slash boys - Sherlock Holmes and Dr. John Watson - has been tossed in the rubbish bin (Holmes' words) whilst I worry the day away with the diluted, modern dopplegangers . . .

So this is my first attempt at a long fic set in the Edwardian days of London . . . the title is Welsh and means "little ( Read more... )

 . . . cuz I can't get this new thing out if my head.

For some reason, proper English gentlemen who burn white hot underneath the top hats and the impeccable manners are now my new obsession. Who knew??

Of course, I shoulda known.  I used to eat period romances like Skittles. I SO wanted to go to London for the 
season. I still watch Sense and ( Read more... )

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 ( Read more... )