Crackfic -- Gaslight.

[w_a_i_d]

A sad and lonely person moves from a hot, sandy place to a cold, overcast place, and becomes obsessed with a very pale and mysterious stranger.

Comments

[zauzat]

Lovely! More would be good!!!!

[ketchup_fights]

With my golden-bronze skin, clear-cut features, neatly clipped moustache and slim-yet-muscular body, I was plainly a freak.

*snerk*

Actually, I don’t think I ever got round to speaking to Stamford again after that.

*double snerk*

Please keep going! You haven't even got to the part where Holmes makes important decisions about Watson's life and emotional well-being without consulting him!

[mothergoddamn]

"His eyes were a strange grey -like mercury, my dazed mind whispered to me, or maybe quartz. Or opals. Or those little silver balls you get on top of fairy-cakes."

I FUCKING LOVE YOU.

And that, as my father would say, is swearing at it.

[anonymous]

Please let there be more of this. I love strong gorgeous angsty Watson.

[wake_the_dragon]

Oh God, I was cracking up the entire time.

I loved the lines:

"Or those little silver balls you get on top of fairy-cakes."

"Actually, I don't think I ever got round to speaking to Stamford again after that."

Watson as Bella Swan and Sherlock as Edward Cullen is just really funny.

Good job.