ATTENTION! This is not mine! My friend StrawberryFields4EverandEver let me post this story. This is hers. She put it on the "Non-Slasher in search of good Sherlock fic" Thread on the 'Baker Street Irregulars' forum. However, I may be expanding on it in future chapters. But all the credit goes to her, 100%! Everything below the line is hers. Thanks again Strawberry!
AND NOW FOR A RATHER GOOFY MINI-STORY
Me: (to Holmes) *facelpalm* People in Victorian England bathed, you know!
Holmes: Such things are a monotonous waste of my time.
Me: Time that you spend lying on the couch and staring at nothing.
Holmes: And the flies! Don't forget the flies!
Me: Oh yes, and pointless experiments brought on by your stir-craziness.
Holmes: *frowns* It could be worse. I could shoot holes in the walls, for instance, or I could store human body parts in unusual places.
Sherlock: *walks in* Already done. *looks at Holmes speculatively* JOHN.
John: *runs in, looking worried* What is it? I thought something was wrong... *looks at Holmes* Sherlock, why are you staring at that hobo like that?
Holmes: Sherlock? That's your name as well? Ah, how very coincidental. *raises an eyebrow* Or is it? Watson, where do you stand on the matter?
Watson: *wanders in and looks at Sherlock and John* Well, I don't know.
John: Your last name is Watson?
Watson: *is confused* Yes, my name is Dr. John Watson.
John: *eyes on the verge of parting company with head* But-but that's my name!
Watson: How peculiar.
Sherlock and Holmes: I get it now! I'M YOU.
Watson: *at John* That must mean I'm you.
John: Oh, I for one am confused.
Me: *sees two more duos converging at the place where Downey and Law and Cumberbatch and Freeman are: Rathbone and Bruce and Brett and Hardwicke* And it's only going to get worse...
Again, not mine! But isn't Strawberry great? This was so awesome! Any reviews you may have will be forwarded onto her. Thanks to everyone!