Week Seven: Work
Some Sherlock!Eve and Will this week. Because watching two of my favourite fandoms (and ships, kind of) was like Christmas all over again. Enjoy.
Set during 02x07
"No." Eve's voice is firm and clear. "I have taken the case, and I will to see it through."
Will sighs, exasperated. "I wish you'd stop with this Sherlock thing. This isn't a game."
Eve looks irked, as she turns back to face him. "Oh, don't be so boring, Watson!"
"And stop calling me Watson, Eve!"
"Why? It is an accurate parallel, do you not think so?"
Will raises an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"
"Sherlock Holmes is the world's greatest detective. He can solve crimes as if it were child's play. But he needs Watson too."
"What do you mean?"
"Watson is his closest ally, the one that he can always rely on, the sanctuary of sanity in a world of insanity. That's the frailty of genius, Will. It needs an audience. Without Watson, there is no Holmes, for he has no audience."
"So, what, I'm your audience now, am I?"
"No." She smiles at him. "You are my Watson. My closest ally, my sanctuary of sanity. I need you just like Holmes needs his Watson. Now..." The expression turns uncharacteristically impish. "Let's get back to work. The game, my dear Watson, is afoot."
These are becoming shorter and shorter, I realise, but this prompt was so much fun to write. Ah, I love me some Eve/Will.
If anyone can spot the BBC Sherlock quote, you get a million brownie points.
See you all next week! x.
