Sherlock Holmes meets Gregory House M.D.
If this story resembles any others it is purely coincidental and I apologize.
I do not own House M.D. or Sherlock Holmes, or Watson for that matter.
Chapter 1
How it all so ludicrously began
I suppose I better tell this little tale from the beginning. About how these two similar characters met, interacted, and eventually parted ways. (Which was a happy moment for them both.) Ah well, without further delay….
Mr. Sherlock Holmes was sitting at his chemistry table mixing together a connotation that smelled like rabbit stew cooked with pigeon droppings. Watson was always appalled at these odious smells.
"For God's sake, Holmes, open the window." Dr John H. Watson opened the window for his friend and then went to his side to inquire as to what exactly he was doing.
"Have you ever thought about the separation of time and space, Watson?" Holmes held the test tube in his hand and swirled the bright green contents.
"Many times Holmes, but you never seemed too interested in it."
"Yes, that was until I thought about the scientific view of it. What if, by some chemical reaction, humans could transcend this space-time barrier?"
Watson took one look at that green mixture and knew what would inevitably come. "I am not ingesting that Holmes! For one thing, who knows what it could do to the internal organs?"
Holmes waved his free hand. "I will try it myself them, since I do have a Doctor attending." Holmes swallowed half the liquid and then handed the vial to his dear friend.
Two seconds after he drank it, Mr. Sherlock Holmes vanished into thin air. Watson sighed and drank the rest of the liquid and then he too, vanished.
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Gregory House was sitting at his desk looking at the camera on his computer and thought about all the things people did with those.
He was just about to go and annoy Wilson when a man landed on the floor in front of him.
He picked up his pill bottle and read the label, and then he inspected a single pill before he took it.
"These things are better than usual."
Just as he was about to step over the first man who was unconscious and oddly enough dressed in Victorian period clothing, another unconscious man dressed in similar clothing fell in his path.
Curiosity got the better of him and he checked both men for a pulse, the figments of his drugged imagination had a heartbeat!
House shrugged, sat in his chair and decided to wait for one of two things to happen: 1. For the very real figments to disappear or 2. For them to wake up.