A/N
Someone pointed out to me that Damien's accent wouldn't have been as pronounced as I made it. I realized after I read that, that I never got across that he is Cockney. The way I worded it was poor and I will change that when I get the time. Damien does have a very heavy accent, like I said he's not the real Sherlock Holmes. The real Sherlock Holmes I feel would sound more polished, Damien does not. I never in a million years meant to generalize all Brits as having the same accent. I should know; I lived there for a while. Sorry folks. And the person who said they liked the real version of the story better, well so do I. Just like I liked the real version of Taming of the Shrew and Othello instead of 10 Things I Hate About You and O, not that those weren't good movies, I just felt the real thing was better, but it was fun to see someone try it different and that's all I'm attempting. I'm not trying to ruffle anyone's feathers or say my way is the best, personally I think Doyle is the master and I consider myself a lowly apprentice writer if that. It's a tribute to a genius plot line, not a take over. They say imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. Sorry about this long note, but I felt I had to straighten some things up.
THANK YOU
I sat on the floor of Damien's dorm room still doing English assignments as we waited for his mysterious caller. I was beginning to wonder if this was all a big hoax when Hunter Levines walked in. He took one look at me and started to back out of the room.
"If you want help," Sherlock said, "you're going to have to talk to me in front of her."
As I said before, Damien was nothing if not fiercely loyal. If he wanted me in that room, there I'd stay. With Sherlock it was his way or the highway. End of discussion. I waited to see what would happen. Hunter looked vaguely like a trapped animal.
"I've got myself into some trouble and I thought you might have some advice," he said reluctantly.
There is something that needs to be said about Hunter Levines. He is the king of the frat houses, every girls dream. One of those people who can clear all males out of a room by sheer presence. He's gorgeous in that football player type of way and he's got the ego to go along with it. His father has some high government job and Hunter has never been strapped for cash as far as I knew. He also has dated about every popular girl on campus. Lately he had settled down to one girl though, enough that there were marriage rumors. What he could have done recently was beyond me.
"Spit it out," Sherlock said rather disgustedly.
"You see it's kind of… delicate," Hunter said haltingly, "Jack said you were pretty smart at figuring stuff out and I thought you might know what to do. You see I'm going to ask my girl to marry me. It's just that there's Renee."
Renee Travis was one of Hunter's many ex-girlfriends. She was the daughter of a very wealthy business owner. They had been hot and heavy for a while but then had broken off. As far as I knew though it had been pretty amiable.
"We sort of made a tape…"
Hunter was turning a rather peculiar shade of red. I was confused momentarily then slowly the lights in my mind began to turn on, and I tried desperately to stop from laughing.
"You made a sex tape and Renee still has it doesn't she," Damien said deadpan, "and you're afraid she's going to give it to your girlfriend."
Hunter nodded but didn't look up.
"We've looked everywhere," he said, "my buddies have been through her room. I asked her for it but she said she was afraid I'd use it against her. Her father is running for office around here."
He looked around at us pleadingly.
"I love my girlfriend," Hunter said, "I don't want her to find this thing."
"Then you shouldn't have made it," I heard Damien mutter under his breath then say out loud, "I'll see what I can do."
With that Hunter vanished from the room. Sherlock and I stared at each other in amusement.
"Was that just about what I think it was just about," I said.
Sherlock smiled sarcastically.
"If you play with fire you're like as not to get burned," he said, "jerk had it coming. He's used every woman on campus."
"Then why did you agree to help him?"
Sherlock ran a hand through his hair.
"The sooner that guy gets off the market," he said, "the sooner he won't be breaking anyone's heart. I think he does love his girlfriend, but he should have considered that before all this."
"So what are you thinking of doing?" I asked.
"Wait and see," Damien said with that wicked smile he has a way off producing when he thinks he's found a solution.
Some times that man was just insufferable.
Someone pointed out to me that Damien's accent wouldn't have been as pronounced as I made it. I realized after I read that, that I never got across that he is Cockney. The way I worded it was poor and I will change that when I get the time. Damien does have a very heavy accent, like I said he's not the real Sherlock Holmes. The real Sherlock Holmes I feel would sound more polished, Damien does not. I never in a million years meant to generalize all Brits as having the same accent. I should know; I lived there for a while. Sorry folks. And the person who said they liked the real version of the story better, well so do I. Just like I liked the real version of Taming of the Shrew and Othello instead of 10 Things I Hate About You and O, not that those weren't good movies, I just felt the real thing was better, but it was fun to see someone try it different and that's all I'm attempting. I'm not trying to ruffle anyone's feathers or say my way is the best, personally I think Doyle is the master and I consider myself a lowly apprentice writer if that. It's a tribute to a genius plot line, not a take over. They say imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. Sorry about this long note, but I felt I had to straighten some things up.
THANK YOU
I sat on the floor of Damien's dorm room still doing English assignments as we waited for his mysterious caller. I was beginning to wonder if this was all a big hoax when Hunter Levines walked in. He took one look at me and started to back out of the room.
"If you want help," Sherlock said, "you're going to have to talk to me in front of her."
As I said before, Damien was nothing if not fiercely loyal. If he wanted me in that room, there I'd stay. With Sherlock it was his way or the highway. End of discussion. I waited to see what would happen. Hunter looked vaguely like a trapped animal.
"I've got myself into some trouble and I thought you might have some advice," he said reluctantly.
There is something that needs to be said about Hunter Levines. He is the king of the frat houses, every girls dream. One of those people who can clear all males out of a room by sheer presence. He's gorgeous in that football player type of way and he's got the ego to go along with it. His father has some high government job and Hunter has never been strapped for cash as far as I knew. He also has dated about every popular girl on campus. Lately he had settled down to one girl though, enough that there were marriage rumors. What he could have done recently was beyond me.
"Spit it out," Sherlock said rather disgustedly.
"You see it's kind of… delicate," Hunter said haltingly, "Jack said you were pretty smart at figuring stuff out and I thought you might know what to do. You see I'm going to ask my girl to marry me. It's just that there's Renee."
Renee Travis was one of Hunter's many ex-girlfriends. She was the daughter of a very wealthy business owner. They had been hot and heavy for a while but then had broken off. As far as I knew though it had been pretty amiable.
"We sort of made a tape…"
Hunter was turning a rather peculiar shade of red. I was confused momentarily then slowly the lights in my mind began to turn on, and I tried desperately to stop from laughing.
"You made a sex tape and Renee still has it doesn't she," Damien said deadpan, "and you're afraid she's going to give it to your girlfriend."
Hunter nodded but didn't look up.
"We've looked everywhere," he said, "my buddies have been through her room. I asked her for it but she said she was afraid I'd use it against her. Her father is running for office around here."
He looked around at us pleadingly.
"I love my girlfriend," Hunter said, "I don't want her to find this thing."
"Then you shouldn't have made it," I heard Damien mutter under his breath then say out loud, "I'll see what I can do."
With that Hunter vanished from the room. Sherlock and I stared at each other in amusement.
"Was that just about what I think it was just about," I said.
Sherlock smiled sarcastically.
"If you play with fire you're like as not to get burned," he said, "jerk had it coming. He's used every woman on campus."
"Then why did you agree to help him?"
Sherlock ran a hand through his hair.
"The sooner that guy gets off the market," he said, "the sooner he won't be breaking anyone's heart. I think he does love his girlfriend, but he should have considered that before all this."
"So what are you thinking of doing?" I asked.
"Wait and see," Damien said with that wicked smile he has a way off producing when he thinks he's found a solution.
Some times that man was just insufferable.