"What are you doing?"

Joan jumped about a foot in the air, hand over her heart. "Jesus, Lokia. Don't do that. We're not all supergeniuses with reflexes like a damn cat."

The taller woman rolled her eyes. "The question rests."

Joan blinked. "Right. Yeah. Um, nothing really." The journal clutched in her fingers snapped shut and was stuffed out of sight down the side of the armchair. Then sat on.

Lokia crossed her arms. "You can either tell me or I'll find out another way."

"How?" Joan crossed her arms right back.

"Like this." Ten long, dexterous fingers were suddenly dug into a certain army doctor's sides, resulting in high-pitched squeals and revealing of said doctor's notebook. Which was immediately snatched up by her aggressor and riffled through.

"'Lock, don't –" Joan tried to sound commanding through her giggles, failing miserably. She watched in mild horror as her friend's brow furrowed in thought, reading a page several times before continuing. "It's nothing, honestly. Just scribbles."

"It's not nothing, it's…." Lokia stopped, read a bit more. "Us."

"Yeah.

"But as if we were men."

"Yes. Seriously, stop. I was just going to get rid of it, it's stupid."

"Don't."

There was silence in 221B (read that again: silence in 221B), then Joan opened her mouth. And closed it. And opened it again. "What?"

"You heard me. It's good."

"What?"

"I like the names. 'Sherlock', creative. Although you could have done better for yourself than 'John.' Given that they sound similar, I can see why you'd choose it. But artistic liberties can be taken, if I'm not mistaken."

Joan was still dealing with the first bit. "You like it?"

"Well, the cases are practically transparent, but otherwise it's quite enjoyable."

The older woman snorted. "They're rewrites of past ones, of course they're 'transparent.'"

Lokia tossed the journal back to Joan and crossed to her violin, indicating that they were finished with the current conversation. Joan stared at her back for a moment as she swayed slightly, drawing the tune from her mind before putting bow to strings. She glanced down at the notebook and allowed herself to smile a bit wider.

As she was beginning the piece, a rustle of pages sounded across the room. Lokia allowed herself a small smirk before closing her eyes.

~xXx~

Yeah, so my first fic. Not entirely satisfied with it, but my mom of all people requested it. So here you go, mutti. Hope you liked it. 3

Review, maybe? I'm thinking about writing a multi-chapter in the regular universe, with established relationship, a little whumpage, some kinkiness, all the good stuff. Any feedback would be excellent. Thanks!