I jumped as a hand dropped heavily onto my shoulder. I spun around to meet Holmes's glare.
"Why are you researching ruptured spleens?"
"I'm at work. Part of my job is to read medical records. I'm expanding my knowledge to improve my work ethic."
"You're on break. And you're taking notes."
"Yes."
"And this sudden interest in spleens a day after the creation of a certain new LJ communtiy called 'Watson's Woes' is merely a coincidence?"
" . . . yes."
"Nor, I suppose, is there any connection between your research and a plot bunny concerning some missing scenes from your 'One of Their Own'?"
" . . . no?"
"Nor have you been considering asking KCS if you may write a missing scene from 'Broken and Buried' which involves Watson and a carriage accident?"
"Maybe?" Then quickly, "I was considering it but if I did both they would end up resembling each other too much so I changed my mind."
Holmes sighed. "My dear lady, why must you do this? By and large everyone here agrees Watson is the finest gentleman we shall probably ever know. Hasn't he survived enough? Why, why must you torture him so?"
I shrugged guiltily. "I'm bored."