Author's Note:
HA! My first sesquidrabble, yay! I checked the word count and saw that I was at 158, so a little bit of trimming brought down to size. I'm inordinately excited about it. =P Please review!
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==2. Helping Hand==
"Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong…"
"For heaven's sake, Holmes!"
"Wrong. Wrong. Wrong…"
"Oh, do shut up, there's a good fellow?"
"No. Wrong. Wrong…"
Jeremy ambled over to their cafeteria table. "Something wrong?"
The doctor looked up with a world-weary expression and was about to open his mouth when the star beat him to it. "This entire blasted script."
Jeremy nodded sympathetically. "I know, it's not Doyle—I mean, Watson. Look, maybe the two of us can talk with the producers sometime? I think they'll listen."
Holmes glanced up from the script marked heavily in red ink and favored his acting double with a grateful half-smile. "I would appreciate it. Watson romanticized these cases enough without the screenwriters actually altering dialogue and entire plot points. This dramatization of 'The Greek Interpreter' is absolutely shameful!"
Jeremy sighed and raked a hand through his hair. "Right. I'll see what I can do."
"Capital."
