Eliminate the Impossible
Fandoms: Sherlock Holmes, Ironman, House MD
A/N: I wrote this in comments to seschat, running with her idea and sprinkling liberally with crack along the way. Blame seschat and her entry for this, then, where she said, in a comment:
Also, have you ever pondered the similarites between Stark and Holmes? [...] Both are eccentric geniuses; both are supposedly heartless, but have a distinctly good core, a strong, brave, noble personality, a deeply rooted sense of right and wrong. And I'm totally realizing that could be said about a lot of fictional characters, but ... SOMETHING. Something was there that had me thinking all those thoughts, and considering writing crazy crossovers that wouldn't even be all that crazy because of the similarities!
ETA: crossposted to holmeswatson09 ( here) on June 19, 2010
Eliminate the Impossible
See, once upon a time, Sherlock Holmes was tinkering with Science and got caught in a really bright, somewhat itchy light. Moments later, he was on hands and knees - skinned knees, thank you very much - on the sidewalk of an equally bright and somewhat stinky city. It was the year two thousand-and-something and Holmes had no way of getting home and no Watson by his side, either.
So he decided, to hell with it, I'm going to drink. Then, somewhat drunk, he decided, to hell with it, I'm going to philander. And then the betting started...
To make a long story short, Holmes earned a whole lot of money and a whole lot more of a reputation. He changed his name to Tony Stark - it's a long story, involving palindromes, a pyromaniac and a three-legged bulldog and, oh yes, more liquor - and decided to live it up. He still kept tinkering, though. Maybe he'd manage to whisk Watson into this bright new era...
***
The day that Holmes-aka-Stark managed to get his bright-and-itchy time machine thingy working and rigged it to bring across his faithful sidekick, a fatal misspelling occured.
"What the hell?!?"
"Oh."
"Who - you - what?!?"
"You're not Dr Watson."
"The hell I am - I'm Wilson, also Doctor. What am I doing here?"
"I was trying to sort of...fax my friend from someplace. Damn. I'll have to try again..."
"I was in the middle of a consult!"
"How about a drink?"
"You just faxed me!"
"A strong drink."
A/N: I wrote this in comments to seschat, running with her idea and sprinkling liberally with crack along the way. Blame seschat and her entry for this, then, where she said, in a comment:
Also, have you ever pondered the similarites between Stark and Holmes? [...] Both are eccentric geniuses; both are supposedly heartless, but have a distinctly good core, a strong, brave, noble personality, a deeply rooted sense of right and wrong. And I'm totally realizing that could be said about a lot of fictional characters, but ... SOMETHING. Something was there that had me thinking all those thoughts, and considering writing crazy crossovers that wouldn't even be all that crazy because of the similarities!
ETA: crossposted to holmeswatson09 ( here) on June 19, 2010
Eliminate the Impossible
See, once upon a time, Sherlock Holmes was tinkering with Science and got caught in a really bright, somewhat itchy light. Moments later, he was on hands and knees - skinned knees, thank you very much - on the sidewalk of an equally bright and somewhat stinky city. It was the year two thousand-and-something and Holmes had no way of getting home and no Watson by his side, either.
So he decided, to hell with it, I'm going to drink. Then, somewhat drunk, he decided, to hell with it, I'm going to philander. And then the betting started...
To make a long story short, Holmes earned a whole lot of money and a whole lot more of a reputation. He changed his name to Tony Stark - it's a long story, involving palindromes, a pyromaniac and a three-legged bulldog and, oh yes, more liquor - and decided to live it up. He still kept tinkering, though. Maybe he'd manage to whisk Watson into this bright new era...
***
The day that Holmes-aka-Stark managed to get his bright-and-itchy time machine thingy working and rigged it to bring across his faithful sidekick, a fatal misspelling occured.
"What the hell?!?"
"Oh."
"Who - you - what?!?"
"You're not Dr Watson."
"The hell I am - I'm Wilson, also Doctor. What am I doing here?"
"I was trying to sort of...fax my friend from someplace. Damn. I'll have to try again..."
"I was in the middle of a consult!"
"How about a drink?"
"You just faxed me!"
"A strong drink."