Prompt: From chapter 9 of SIGN, when Holmes breaks out of his old man's garb into the voice of Sherlock Holmes (speaking to Watson and Jones): "...Here he is - wig, whiskers, eyebrows, and all. I thought my disguise was pretty good, but I hardly expected it would stand the test."

Does that mean that, in times past, he used Watson as a test to see if he could see through his disguises? It makes logical sense... Use that idea in some form or fashion.

A/N: I'm really sorry! I seem to have completely forgotten about updating this! University life recently picked me up and shook me vigorously, so I've also had very little time. And, being a theatre major, I'm obligated to do anything and everything, which means I'm on lighting for one show and backstage for two more. #dies# But now it is Saturday, I have coffee, and it's a billion degrees everywhere so I don't feel like moving beyond my computer. So here is the very late update! And short update...

Also, I was missing POTP (already) so I did this chapter in that style :) By the way, have you all read Runa93's lovely one shot about Holmes writing letters? If not, go read it. Right now.

An excerpt from the diary of Doctor John Watson:

I suppose I am thinking too much of a trifle, but it strikes me as rather odd that I can often walk around the city without exchanging a word with anyone, yet today I conversed briefly with a great number of strangers.

I was sitting by myself on a bench in the park, reading and enjoying the air, when an elderly priest came by and sat next to me. We exchanged pleasantries about the weather, and then he excused himself and left. Not ten minutes later an old woman, bent with age, came by, exchanged a few words with me, and left.

This may not seem so strange--after all, it is entirely possible that these people were simply quite open and friendly towards everyone. But it did not stop there--in all the time I was sitting on the bench I held a brief conversation with a beggar, a street musician, an enormously wide, red haired man, a sailor, and an Italian gentleman. It struck me as odd that on this particular day, on this particular bench, such a parade of interesting characters should come by, and I was beginning to feel rather unnerved by the end of the parade.

Holmes had returned by the time I made my way back to Baker Street, but he was absorbed in some chemical experiment, so I could not get his opinion on the singularity of the matter. No doubt it was just a strange happenstance, but it really did seem unusual.

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An excerpt from the diary of Mr. Sherlock Holmes:

I am quite certain that I can count on Wiggins not to alert Watson to the vast array of disguises which I stored in his hideout today. He was paid for his trouble, and had the added bonus of being thoroughly amused by my changes in persona. It was rather distracting to hear his giggling every time I rushed back to change, especially when I struggled with the padding for my disguise as the red haired man for a good five minutes. Next time I know to make him less heavyset.

However, I certainly achieved my objective. Watson did not recognize me on any occasion, and I was able to play the part of every character enough that he did not grow suspicious that I was not who I seemed to be, although I am certain he was becoming fairly unnerved by the end of it. I did not, sadly, get a chance to test my "Old Bookseller" guise on him. Well, it is no matter. Perhaps he will see it someday.