Lots of stuff!
First off, three Dalek videos that made me smile:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2-XDU8IQiSw
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=abWd1ts3nF8
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f3G3sUT_kVg&feature=related
For some reason, I just can't get enough of that last one. :D
Next: As all you Holmsian people probably know by now, there is an exciting new community watsons_woes made specifically for--you guessed it--sick/hurt/angsty/dead/dying/covered in bees/miserable-Watson fan creativity! We really are dreadful to the poor man. I haven't written much Watson torture lately, but the bunnies are starting to close in...
In the meantime, however, only one bunny has bitten me so far, and it happens to be the completely ridiculous one. Certainly not my best work, but something had to be done with it :-P Beware, much AU-ness ensues.
"And to think these people claim to be our fans," Holmes muttered, rifling through another stack of papers. "Look, here's another one with me married to her." He jerked his head towards the picture of Irene Adler. "The nerve of it..."
"I'd say you got off easy, Holmes," Watson responded, heaving another manuscript on top of an ever-growing pile. "It seems every other story I read involves me lying in the middle of the street bleeding to death or some such. How do they expect me to survive all that? I'm not made of cast iron."
"You do have a point, old fellow. And why do they do it, I wonder? They should know by now that I don't enjoy seeing you in mortal danger in the least."
"That does rather seem to be the idea. Oh dear, here's another. I wonder if they realize quite how much of this particular genre there is..."
Holmes picked up a large folder in his stack. "Er...Have you seen this?" he asked.
Watson looked up from the story he was glancing over. "What is it?"
The detective wordlessly handed over the folder.
"Watson's Woes," the doctor read. "Is this really..." He opened the folder. "Well, that answers that question--it's not funny, Holmes!"
Holmes wiped the smile off his face. "Of course not. You know that I don't take the idea of you in any danger lightly." He took the folder back and read the description again. "But even you must admit--"
Watson sighed. "Well, they're certainly aware of how much they put me through, at any rate. Look here, this one, "The Fool's Hope," she claims to be inspired by this! And these are people who say they like us! If they liked me you'd think they'd let go at least a day without being mortally wounded."
Holmes had been skimming a story from the folder, a grim expression on his face. "If they liked me they'd let you live without being mortally wounded at all," he said, putting the paper away.
Watson smiled to himself and took the folder, adding it to his pile. "They certainly understand us, though, old fellow," he said gently.
Holmes choked on his cup of tea. "In this one I have three wives!"
Watson turned his burst of laughter into a hasty cough at a glare from the detective. "Most of them understand us, in any case," he amended, and reached for the next story.
Sorry, Watson, but torturing you really is the only way to break the detective's mask, and a broken mask really does make for an excellent story. And yes, I am feeling inspired--There may be some serious fic coming from me at some point... ;)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2-XDU8IQiSw
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=abWd1ts3nF8
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f3G3sUT_kVg&feature=related
For some reason, I just can't get enough of that last one. :D
Next: As all you Holmsian people probably know by now, there is an exciting new community watsons_woes made specifically for--you guessed it--sick/hurt/angsty/dead/dying/covered in bees/miserable-Watson fan creativity! We really are dreadful to the poor man. I haven't written much Watson torture lately, but the bunnies are starting to close in...
In the meantime, however, only one bunny has bitten me so far, and it happens to be the completely ridiculous one. Certainly not my best work, but something had to be done with it :-P Beware, much AU-ness ensues.
"And to think these people claim to be our fans," Holmes muttered, rifling through another stack of papers. "Look, here's another one with me married to her." He jerked his head towards the picture of Irene Adler. "The nerve of it..."
"I'd say you got off easy, Holmes," Watson responded, heaving another manuscript on top of an ever-growing pile. "It seems every other story I read involves me lying in the middle of the street bleeding to death or some such. How do they expect me to survive all that? I'm not made of cast iron."
"You do have a point, old fellow. And why do they do it, I wonder? They should know by now that I don't enjoy seeing you in mortal danger in the least."
"That does rather seem to be the idea. Oh dear, here's another. I wonder if they realize quite how much of this particular genre there is..."
Holmes picked up a large folder in his stack. "Er...Have you seen this?" he asked.
Watson looked up from the story he was glancing over. "What is it?"
The detective wordlessly handed over the folder.
"Watson's Woes," the doctor read. "Is this really..." He opened the folder. "Well, that answers that question--it's not funny, Holmes!"
Holmes wiped the smile off his face. "Of course not. You know that I don't take the idea of you in any danger lightly." He took the folder back and read the description again. "But even you must admit--"
Watson sighed. "Well, they're certainly aware of how much they put me through, at any rate. Look here, this one, "The Fool's Hope," she claims to be inspired by this! And these are people who say they like us! If they liked me you'd think they'd let go at least a day without being mortally wounded."
Holmes had been skimming a story from the folder, a grim expression on his face. "If they liked me they'd let you live without being mortally wounded at all," he said, putting the paper away.
Watson smiled to himself and took the folder, adding it to his pile. "They certainly understand us, though, old fellow," he said gently.
Holmes choked on his cup of tea. "In this one I have three wives!"
Watson turned his burst of laughter into a hasty cough at a glare from the detective. "Most of them understand us, in any case," he amended, and reached for the next story.
Sorry, Watson, but torturing you really is the only way to break the detective's mask, and a broken mask really does make for an excellent story. And yes, I am feeling inspired--There may be some serious fic coming from me at some point... ;)