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[Sherlock Holmes] diplomatic cologne (John/Shirley)
Title: diplomatic cologne
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes
Length: 325 words
Prompt: Sherlock Holmes fic battle: steampunkverse, Holmes/Watson, 'you and I get so damn dysfunctional we start keeping score.' bonus points if it's more comedy than drama
Pairing: John/Shirley
Other: Set in an AU-verse where Sherlock was born Shirley, but the setting is (mostly) retained with some occasional steampunk elements that don't show up in this fic.
Excerpt: "Perhaps you could try being right more often," Holmes said, with a certain quirk to her smile.
John brandished his fork at her with mock offense. "Miss Holmes, that is not a solution to the problem. This unladylike domination of yours simply must stop."
John and Shirley had been living together for almost two years when John realized that he had never managed to win an argument with her. It wasn't something he'd ever thought about before, but now that he had, the idea wouldn't leave his head. He finally decided to mention it one day as they were sitting down to dinner.
"It's enough to make a man question himself," he said, trying to seem good-humored. It didn't bother him -- well, perhaps that wasn't entirely true, but honestly, it couldn't have bothered him too much or he would have noticed before now.
"Perhaps you could try being right more often," Holmes said, with a certain quirk to her smile.
John brandished his fork at her with mock offense. "Miss Holmes, that is not a solution to the problem. This unladylike domination of yours simply must stop."
"Oh, Watson," she answered, "I'm not the one keeping score, now, am I? I can only conclude that you like losing."
"Ah, there's one for me," he said, ridiculously serious. "I'm not fond of it at all. My game leg still pains me on occasion when you offer a particularly harsh correction."
"That's funny," she said, hiding her smile with a hand. "I can't say I've noticed you favoring it when you have better concerns."
"I do my best to rise above it," he said, attempting dignity, and then he had to laugh, and share a private smile with her.
They continued eating in a companionable silence, until, near the end of the meal, Shirley bit her lip and said, "It's such a burden, being right all the time."
He gave her a look, and after a moment's consideration, carried her off to bed in the middle of the afternoon. There was one place, at least, he could be the man of the house. Shirley could have the rest. It worked well that way.
After that, he consciously quit keeping score.
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes
Length: 325 words
Prompt: Sherlock Holmes fic battle: steampunkverse, Holmes/Watson, 'you and I get so damn dysfunctional we start keeping score.' bonus points if it's more comedy than drama
Pairing: John/Shirley
Other: Set in an AU-verse where Sherlock was born Shirley, but the setting is (mostly) retained with some occasional steampunk elements that don't show up in this fic.
Excerpt: "Perhaps you could try being right more often," Holmes said, with a certain quirk to her smile.
John brandished his fork at her with mock offense. "Miss Holmes, that is not a solution to the problem. This unladylike domination of yours simply must stop."
John and Shirley had been living together for almost two years when John realized that he had never managed to win an argument with her. It wasn't something he'd ever thought about before, but now that he had, the idea wouldn't leave his head. He finally decided to mention it one day as they were sitting down to dinner.
"It's enough to make a man question himself," he said, trying to seem good-humored. It didn't bother him -- well, perhaps that wasn't entirely true, but honestly, it couldn't have bothered him too much or he would have noticed before now.
"Perhaps you could try being right more often," Holmes said, with a certain quirk to her smile.
John brandished his fork at her with mock offense. "Miss Holmes, that is not a solution to the problem. This unladylike domination of yours simply must stop."
"Oh, Watson," she answered, "I'm not the one keeping score, now, am I? I can only conclude that you like losing."
"Ah, there's one for me," he said, ridiculously serious. "I'm not fond of it at all. My game leg still pains me on occasion when you offer a particularly harsh correction."
"That's funny," she said, hiding her smile with a hand. "I can't say I've noticed you favoring it when you have better concerns."
"I do my best to rise above it," he said, attempting dignity, and then he had to laugh, and share a private smile with her.
They continued eating in a companionable silence, until, near the end of the meal, Shirley bit her lip and said, "It's such a burden, being right all the time."
He gave her a look, and after a moment's consideration, carried her off to bed in the middle of the afternoon. There was one place, at least, he could be the man of the house. Shirley could have the rest. It worked well that way.
After that, he consciously quit keeping score.