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[Sherlock Holmes] horse sense (Jane/Mary)
Title: horse sense
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes
Length: 729 words
Prompt: Sherlock Holmes fic battle: modernverse, any character, 'less QQ more pew-pew'
Pairing: Jane/Mary & Shirley gen
Other: Set in a modern AU-verse where both Holmes and Watson are women who started their partnership in college.
Excerpt: "You've kidnapped my girlfriend, Holmes," Watson said as she unlocked their door and she came in to the room. She was unaccompanied by said girlfriend, a rare sight these days, and flopped down on her back on her neatly made bed.
"You've kidnapped my girlfriend, Holmes," Watson said as she unlocked their door and she came in to the room. She was unaccompanied by said girlfriend, a rare sight these days, and flopped down on her back on her neatly made bed.
Shirley didn't look up from the reaction she was observing, although she paused a moment to hope that Watson wasn't actually staring at the ceiling with any real focus, or she'd have questions about the new stains.
"What deduction led you to that conclusion?" she asked.
"It's that game," Watson said, melodramatic and clearly seeking sympathy that Shirley didn't have interest in giving. "Your case from last week, with the guy who kept having his character hacked in World of Warcraft?" She sounded like she thought Holmes wouldn't remember, which was ridiculous. After all, they hadn't had any cases since then, and Shirley's already-poor sleeping habits hadn't yet recovered.
"Something like that," Shirley agreed, hoping Watson had taken good notes, because the game hadn't been World of Warcraft and the guy hadn't been hacked. So any story Jane might write about the incident would be hopelessly incorrect unless she'd tweeted the correct info at the time of the investigation.
"Well, you asked Mary to help you investigate, in-game, and now she's totally addicted to it. I went by after Biochem today and do you know what she told me? She said she was busy leveling up and I should come back tomorrow." Watson sighed heavily, and when Shirley didn't immediately mutter some condolences, she sighed again.
"You can't really expect me to be sorry for you because you didn't get laid this afternoon, can you?" Shirley said, wrinkling her nose and carefully beginning to pull down the experiment, as it was complete. She'd have to analyze the data later, when her dorm room wasn't so occupied.
"Holmes!" Watson said, sounding scandalized, even though Shirley knew that she was right. It was such a burden sometimes.
"Video games can be quite good for the mind, according to some studies," Shirley said cheerfully. She finished putting her things away and found her electronic cigarette, taking a long drag before she considered. "Improves your reflexes and spatial coordination. That can only be good in your case."
She could practically hear Watson's eyes rolling.
"Fine. You don't have to take responsibility. But I'm still blaming you," Jane said.
"If you must," Shirley answered, unaffected.
Watson was silent for a moment. She didn't move from her sprawl across the bed. Shirley became a tiny bit concerned. She got up from her chemistry bench and moved across the room.
"Come now, Watson," she said, "Less QQ, more pew-pew, as they say in the gaming world. I have an extra copy of that game that my client gave me when I was investigating. You could always follow her into her violent, repetitive world."
Watson brightened briefly at the idea. "I've never played anything more complicated than Tetris," she admitted after a moment, however.
"No better time to start," Shirley said, diving into a pile of papers and clothes on the floor and emerging with a box that she tossed at her roommate. Watson sat up in time to catch it.
"I guess so," Watson said, sounding doubtful, but she was already getting up to put the disk in.
This was great for about twenty minutes, while Watson did the character creation rigmarole and game introduction, especially since she found a pair of headphones while she did so.
Unfortunately, after that, the shouting started. Watson had opinions about the actions of other players and expressed them very colorfully. This was not going to work. Shirley took the next opportunity to accidentally flip the surge protector's switch.
"What the hell?" Watson said. Shirley tried to look innocent.
"I have a better idea," she said. "I just remembered that I got a new case today, and you could help me investigate. It shouldn't take too long, just a couple days. Mary will be bored of the game by then. Or you'll end up dating my new client."
"Shirley!" Watson said, but she abandoned the game without much concern. "The players were rude and the story didn't make sense anyway," she explained as they headed out.
"Waste of time, video games," Shirley agreed, and the sun was warm on her face as they made their way across the quad.
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes
Length: 729 words
Prompt: Sherlock Holmes fic battle: modernverse, any character, 'less QQ more pew-pew'
Pairing: Jane/Mary & Shirley gen
Other: Set in a modern AU-verse where both Holmes and Watson are women who started their partnership in college.
Excerpt: "You've kidnapped my girlfriend, Holmes," Watson said as she unlocked their door and she came in to the room. She was unaccompanied by said girlfriend, a rare sight these days, and flopped down on her back on her neatly made bed.
"You've kidnapped my girlfriend, Holmes," Watson said as she unlocked their door and she came in to the room. She was unaccompanied by said girlfriend, a rare sight these days, and flopped down on her back on her neatly made bed.
Shirley didn't look up from the reaction she was observing, although she paused a moment to hope that Watson wasn't actually staring at the ceiling with any real focus, or she'd have questions about the new stains.
"What deduction led you to that conclusion?" she asked.
"It's that game," Watson said, melodramatic and clearly seeking sympathy that Shirley didn't have interest in giving. "Your case from last week, with the guy who kept having his character hacked in World of Warcraft?" She sounded like she thought Holmes wouldn't remember, which was ridiculous. After all, they hadn't had any cases since then, and Shirley's already-poor sleeping habits hadn't yet recovered.
"Something like that," Shirley agreed, hoping Watson had taken good notes, because the game hadn't been World of Warcraft and the guy hadn't been hacked. So any story Jane might write about the incident would be hopelessly incorrect unless she'd tweeted the correct info at the time of the investigation.
"Well, you asked Mary to help you investigate, in-game, and now she's totally addicted to it. I went by after Biochem today and do you know what she told me? She said she was busy leveling up and I should come back tomorrow." Watson sighed heavily, and when Shirley didn't immediately mutter some condolences, she sighed again.
"You can't really expect me to be sorry for you because you didn't get laid this afternoon, can you?" Shirley said, wrinkling her nose and carefully beginning to pull down the experiment, as it was complete. She'd have to analyze the data later, when her dorm room wasn't so occupied.
"Holmes!" Watson said, sounding scandalized, even though Shirley knew that she was right. It was such a burden sometimes.
"Video games can be quite good for the mind, according to some studies," Shirley said cheerfully. She finished putting her things away and found her electronic cigarette, taking a long drag before she considered. "Improves your reflexes and spatial coordination. That can only be good in your case."
She could practically hear Watson's eyes rolling.
"Fine. You don't have to take responsibility. But I'm still blaming you," Jane said.
"If you must," Shirley answered, unaffected.
Watson was silent for a moment. She didn't move from her sprawl across the bed. Shirley became a tiny bit concerned. She got up from her chemistry bench and moved across the room.
"Come now, Watson," she said, "Less QQ, more pew-pew, as they say in the gaming world. I have an extra copy of that game that my client gave me when I was investigating. You could always follow her into her violent, repetitive world."
Watson brightened briefly at the idea. "I've never played anything more complicated than Tetris," she admitted after a moment, however.
"No better time to start," Shirley said, diving into a pile of papers and clothes on the floor and emerging with a box that she tossed at her roommate. Watson sat up in time to catch it.
"I guess so," Watson said, sounding doubtful, but she was already getting up to put the disk in.
This was great for about twenty minutes, while Watson did the character creation rigmarole and game introduction, especially since she found a pair of headphones while she did so.
Unfortunately, after that, the shouting started. Watson had opinions about the actions of other players and expressed them very colorfully. This was not going to work. Shirley took the next opportunity to accidentally flip the surge protector's switch.
"What the hell?" Watson said. Shirley tried to look innocent.
"I have a better idea," she said. "I just remembered that I got a new case today, and you could help me investigate. It shouldn't take too long, just a couple days. Mary will be bored of the game by then. Or you'll end up dating my new client."
"Shirley!" Watson said, but she abandoned the game without much concern. "The players were rude and the story didn't make sense anyway," she explained as they headed out.
"Waste of time, video games," Shirley agreed, and the sun was warm on her face as they made their way across the quad.