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[rodlox]

Stolen from Awanderingbard

Tell me a story I haven’t written, and I will give you at least 1-3 sentences from or about it. Or more. It will probably be more.

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(2) Crossover prompts are allowed and encouraged.

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[rodlox]

Captain Gregson was in attendance at a policemans academy reunion event, where one of the guests of honor was an author chap by the name of Richard Castle - who counted among his fans, Watson's mother and impending sister-in-law...which meant Joan had to find a way to attend. And the 2 hour rule meant Sherlock himself had to come along too, which made it simplicity itself for Gregson to justify her presence to any beancounters who questioned.

And as Holmes was wrapping up telling a particularly non-scary tale to an audience of teens and police here in one end of the auditorium, mentally plotting how to handle Watson after she had left him with this audience. Perhaps I will begin installing the apiary in her bedroom after all - she's not allergic, I know. He could see her on the other side of the audience, chatting with someone she had briefly offhandedly mentioned she knew from therapy.

"Mr. Holmes?" one youngish girl/young lady asked, as everyone else was heading for the punch and cookies.

"Yes?" Sherlock asked.

"I enjoyed your story a lot. But there's a shorter way of putting it."

Ah, hoist upon my own petard - after what I said to Watson about the evolution of English... "And what way would that be?" he asked.

Alexis smiled. "'Johnny was a chemist, but now Johnny is no more. For what Johnny thought was H2O, was H2NO4.'"

"Now, Alexis, no scaring the guests," joked someone coming up alongside her. Extanding a hand, "Richard Castle."

"Sherlock Holmes."

"The Sherlock Holmes?"

"You yourself are not an unknown where I'm from, Mr. Castle," Sherlock said. "Particularly where the MIs are concerned."

Alexis shook her head sadly.

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Captain Gates looked over at where Castle and Gregson's consultant were talking. "Are they getting along?"

"Frighteningly so, it looks like," Gregson said.

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"I don't know," Castle said. "I mean, after that whole Horror from the Heights series," and while not making scare quotes, he was certainly doing something strange with his hands in the air, "the quality of his work started to suffer."

"Are you impugning that there was a correlation between Sir Arthur's increasing spiritualism, and the reprintability of his later works?"

Castle backed up, hands now out as if to say whoa there, easy! "Not what I was saying. So not what I was saying."

Jumpier than that Eppes boy I co-consulted with some time back, Holmes mused. "One would think you would prefer the later works, anyway," he said to Castle.

"And why is that?"

"It's in those that Doyle affictionados are able to find more paralels and correspondances between his characters and the people around him."

"Huh. Imagine that, Castle," Kate said. "Did he just jump?" she asked Joan.

"I think so," Watson said.

"I did not," Castle said. "And even if there was a little start there, you snuck up behind me."

"Situational awareness, my good man," Sherlock said. "One would have thought you had at least as much as your Derek Storm."

"Would you like an autograph?" Castle asked Watson, hoping to change the subject.

"No thanks," she said. "You're not one of my favorite authors."

"And who makes that hallowed list?"

"Wells."

"Always a good one," Kate said and Sherlock nodded. "Favorite line by him?"

"'God damn you all, I told you so.'"

[mustangcandi]

hehehehe. This was great! I kind of want them to do a cross-over episode now. LOL. The banter was amazing. :)