Holmes paced nervously in front of the fire, as I flipped through the papers in front of me.
"K…K…Ah, got it, KCS!" I handed a single sheet to him. "Here it is."
Holmes took it from me, his eyes scanning the paper quickly. With an expression of disgust, he flipped the paper back at me.
"Another one of them!" he snapped "She's the one who wrote the "semi soppy" friendship fics in the beginning!" He started pacing again.
I looked at the stories. "Well. Really Holmes, her's aren't so bad." I pointed to an item on the list. "I thought this one was rather good!"
Holmes peered at the list and let out an exclamation of disgust. "Watson! This is the worst of them!"
"You only don't like it because you were the one who was wrong in it!"
"Wrong? I? Watson, she made it look like I was the one who was wrong! I most certainly was not at fault!" He turned away with a snort. "Love covereth all sins, indeed!"
I smirked at him, understanding his chagrin very well. Holmes hated to be to be told that he was in the wrong, and that day he most certainly had been. To be told so, by a girl, in another alternate reality; well it fairly crossed the line.
I looked back at the story in question. I had rather liked it, besides I had been waiting for ages for Holmes to apologize to me for his treatment to me in that affair. I silently blessed that girl, wherever she was.
"I do not see what you have to be so happy about!" Holmes glared at me. "You have suffered enough through her stories."
I gave an half hearted laugh, though it really was true. I had suffered a lot through her stories.
"Well, granted, she needs to choose her torture targets a bit more carefully-"
"Carefully? My dear Watson!" Holmes snatched the paper from me and pointed to a story. "Look!"
"Tiger, Tiger" I read out and winced. Certainly that was not the favorite of my cases. I vividly remembered how Moran held the gum to my chest. Holmes meanwhile was still in full steam.
" For heavens sake, Watson, Moran nearly killed you in that! And he did shoot you! And if it wasn't for…" he stopped, looking sheepish. I smirked at him.
"Wasn't for what, Holmes? Hmm?"
He looked disgruntled, shifted his foot a bit, all the while aware that my eyes were on him and then finally muttered. "Your journal."
I smiled at him. "Thats right, Holmes. My 'ridiculously romantic' stories saved my life, did they not? Hmm?"
He scowled at me. But i wasn't done it yet.
And you did promise never again to twit about my stories, did you not?" I glanced at him and grinned. He was looking most deucedly flustered.
"Alright, fine, forget her, but what of this one?" He yanked a paper from a bundle and handed it to me.
I glanced at the name and flinched.
Now i've just realized the series i am writing is really volatile, so please nobody get upset! I'm not insulting anybody. Take my(Holmes's) insults the other way around and thats what I'll really mean. Please bear in mind that Holmes does not think much of fanfiction writers(or writers in general). You are not likely to get insults from Watson, he is, after all, a writer and as we say, "Birds of a feather...". KCS, i am so supemely sorry for springing this upon you like this. i just wanted it to be a surprise. I hope Watson's compliments will override Holmes's insults.
Anybody who wants to be in the series, leave a note in the revies. I'll be happy to oblige you.
Oh, and i will be making no allusions to slash fics. I don't mind slash but there are people out there who do and i don't want to upset them. I am new after all.
