"John, how could you?"
John turned. The detective was lounging on the sofa, laptop open and bright. The expression on his face made John's stomach plummet like a lift with a snapped cable.
What to say? I wrote it for Molly? It was just a one off? Kindle porn is all the rage? You weren't supposed to open a file marked Hydrangeas?!
HIs mouth opened.
"How could you not tell me you were Holmesian_Heartthrob_1895?! You've penned all my favorites!"
John's mouth stayed open.
"Have you written any Mystrade or Sherlolly?"
"Erm… it's in the… folder marked Marigolds."
"Oh, smashing."
There was a faint thud as John blacked out and hit the floor.
A/N: This was an attempt at a drabble for International Fanworks Day. I almost managed to keep it at 100.
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