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[Sherlock Holmes] mholmes is now following you on Twitter (Jane gen)
Title: mholmes is now following you on Twitter
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes
Length: 705 words
Prompt: (+61): Just letting everyone know that I am still alive after last night. On a related note, this is the 15th "I'm not dead!" mass text I've sent. You've got to celebrate the little things.
Pairing: Jane and Shirley gen
Other: Set in a modern AU-verse where both Holmes and Watson are women who started their partnership in college.
Excerpt: The text had gone out sometime after Jane had slumped into bed and before Shirley had fallen asleep, which Jane thought was rather unfair. If you had to send out a text like that, you should at least stay awake long enough to reassure a few people before creeping to bed.
The text had gone out sometime after Jane had slumped into bed and before Shirley had fallen asleep, which Jane thought was rather unfair. If you had to send out a text like that, you should at least stay awake long enough to reassure a few people before creeping to bed. It was responsible. Shirley tended not to be very good at keeping those, though.
So Jane had only been asleep for about three hours when the insistent chirruping of her cell phone woke her up. There were three chirps in a row, and then when Jane thought that the person was finished, a fourth, seemingly longer and more upset than the first three. She groaned a little and leaned down to pick up her phone, squinting at the brightness of the screen in the dim room. She had thirteen text messages. It was 6:45AM.
She wanted to put her phone on vibrate and go back to sleep, but that would be next to impossible. When she was awake, she was awake, and there was nothing she could do about it for a couple of hours, which made this all the more annoying.
She paged through her texts. There were a couple from Twitter -- more people were following her now, after she'd live-tweeted last night's fiasco, and she wasn't too surprised. Three messages came from May, which was a bit concerning as Jane didn't remember ever giving May her phone number. The only reason she knew that the sender had been May was the fact that she had tersely signed each message M. Holmes. There was a message from Shirley's mother as well, which was even more frightening. Jane had only met Shirley's mother once, and she hadn't said anything more than hello.
And that wasn't even mentioning the actual contents of these messages, which were concerned and accusatory (at Shirley, not at her) in turns. She reached the last two messages in her text inbox, which were both from Shirley.
Shirley Holmes, 3:58AM. Just letting everyone know that I am still alive after last night.
Shirley Holmes, 4:02AM. On a related note, this is the 15th "I'm not dead!" mass text I've sent. You've got to celebrate the little things.
Jane put her phone back down on the floor beside her bed, and buried her head under a pillow for a moment.
"Good morning!" Shirley said, and Jane started, emerging from her hiding place with a jerk.
Shirley bit her lip, a bit taken-aback, but then she went on. "That was quite impressive last night, don't you think?"
Shirley was too cheerful for someone who had only had two or three hours of sleep. Jane smelled coffee on her breath, which wasn't hard to do, since Shirley was leaning over her. Jane scowled.
"Was that necessary?" she asked, voice scratchy with sleep.
Shirley cocked her head to one side. "Was what necessary?"
Jane leaned over the side of the bed and grabbed the phone, brandishing it at Shirley.
"I thought that people should know we survived," Shirley said unapologetically. "It was a bit touch-and-go there for a while."
"A bit? We nearly got murdered," Jane said. Her head was throbbing and she was still exhausted. "Your mom and your sister have already texted me to make sure that they don't need to worry about legal action. Or funerals. Several times, in fact."
"Well, I'm no lawyer," Shirley said, "but I think we're okay on both. You can let them know."
Jane's good leg shot out, tripping Shirley so that she fell forward into Jane's bed, tangling their limbs together and leaving Jane breathless after an accidentally well-placed elbow to the gut. When she recovered, she began a merciless tickling campaign that only ended when Shirley escaped by rolling onto the floor.
"Or you could answer your own text messages," Jane said to her roommate.
"I could," Shirley agreed, but when May texted Jane again an hour later, Jane returned a reassuring message. And one to Shirley's mother for good measure. It wasn't like she was going to be going back to sleep anytime soon.
Especially since Shirley was already planning the next stage of their investigation.
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes
Length: 705 words
Prompt: (+61): Just letting everyone know that I am still alive after last night. On a related note, this is the 15th "I'm not dead!" mass text I've sent. You've got to celebrate the little things.
Pairing: Jane and Shirley gen
Other: Set in a modern AU-verse where both Holmes and Watson are women who started their partnership in college.
Excerpt: The text had gone out sometime after Jane had slumped into bed and before Shirley had fallen asleep, which Jane thought was rather unfair. If you had to send out a text like that, you should at least stay awake long enough to reassure a few people before creeping to bed.
The text had gone out sometime after Jane had slumped into bed and before Shirley had fallen asleep, which Jane thought was rather unfair. If you had to send out a text like that, you should at least stay awake long enough to reassure a few people before creeping to bed. It was responsible. Shirley tended not to be very good at keeping those, though.
So Jane had only been asleep for about three hours when the insistent chirruping of her cell phone woke her up. There were three chirps in a row, and then when Jane thought that the person was finished, a fourth, seemingly longer and more upset than the first three. She groaned a little and leaned down to pick up her phone, squinting at the brightness of the screen in the dim room. She had thirteen text messages. It was 6:45AM.
She wanted to put her phone on vibrate and go back to sleep, but that would be next to impossible. When she was awake, she was awake, and there was nothing she could do about it for a couple of hours, which made this all the more annoying.
She paged through her texts. There were a couple from Twitter -- more people were following her now, after she'd live-tweeted last night's fiasco, and she wasn't too surprised. Three messages came from May, which was a bit concerning as Jane didn't remember ever giving May her phone number. The only reason she knew that the sender had been May was the fact that she had tersely signed each message M. Holmes. There was a message from Shirley's mother as well, which was even more frightening. Jane had only met Shirley's mother once, and she hadn't said anything more than hello.
And that wasn't even mentioning the actual contents of these messages, which were concerned and accusatory (at Shirley, not at her) in turns. She reached the last two messages in her text inbox, which were both from Shirley.
Shirley Holmes, 3:58AM. Just letting everyone know that I am still alive after last night.
Shirley Holmes, 4:02AM. On a related note, this is the 15th "I'm not dead!" mass text I've sent. You've got to celebrate the little things.
Jane put her phone back down on the floor beside her bed, and buried her head under a pillow for a moment.
"Good morning!" Shirley said, and Jane started, emerging from her hiding place with a jerk.
Shirley bit her lip, a bit taken-aback, but then she went on. "That was quite impressive last night, don't you think?"
Shirley was too cheerful for someone who had only had two or three hours of sleep. Jane smelled coffee on her breath, which wasn't hard to do, since Shirley was leaning over her. Jane scowled.
"Was that necessary?" she asked, voice scratchy with sleep.
Shirley cocked her head to one side. "Was what necessary?"
Jane leaned over the side of the bed and grabbed the phone, brandishing it at Shirley.
"I thought that people should know we survived," Shirley said unapologetically. "It was a bit touch-and-go there for a while."
"A bit? We nearly got murdered," Jane said. Her head was throbbing and she was still exhausted. "Your mom and your sister have already texted me to make sure that they don't need to worry about legal action. Or funerals. Several times, in fact."
"Well, I'm no lawyer," Shirley said, "but I think we're okay on both. You can let them know."
Jane's good leg shot out, tripping Shirley so that she fell forward into Jane's bed, tangling their limbs together and leaving Jane breathless after an accidentally well-placed elbow to the gut. When she recovered, she began a merciless tickling campaign that only ended when Shirley escaped by rolling onto the floor.
"Or you could answer your own text messages," Jane said to her roommate.
"I could," Shirley agreed, but when May texted Jane again an hour later, Jane returned a reassuring message. And one to Shirley's mother for good measure. It wasn't like she was going to be going back to sleep anytime soon.
Especially since Shirley was already planning the next stage of their investigation.