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As you may or may not be aware, Watson has been writing some adventure romance fiction, because he needs something to do. And I've posted a snippet or two, but this is something I have actually been writing on the side. Not all of it, because honestly, I think everything I know about 19th century India I learned from Kipling, But I've been writing snippets, as they occur to me, and this is the total of what has been written. So far.

Why do I do this? Damned if I know.

It has no title, but the file is called ( 'indian adventure.doc.' )

Somewhere in this extremely long and epic thread, Holmes and Watson considered the idea of being returned to where they had been in their old lives (Holmes on the run for his life and in Tibet, Watson widowed and depressed and ridiculously alone in London) but with their memories of the resort intact.

And how much this would sort of suck for them.

Rachelle mentioned to me that she thought Holmes would probably send word to his brother Mycroft (canonically, the only person who does know Holmes is still alive) to tell Watson the truth.

So today, partly because I spent a good chunk of the day sitting around to find out if I was going out in the afternoon and then didn't because it rained and outdoor concerts in rain are not fun, and partly because this scene had been rattling around in my head for a day or two anyway, I sat down and wrote this scene, where Mycroft sits Watson down to tell him this news.

And I don't know what to do with it so I'm posting it here.

( Continuing Good Health )

This is an oddball little story. It involes Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson. It's not pastiche, it's not fanfiction, as it was written by Arthur Conan Doyle. Except it is sort of considered to be pastiche, because it's not considered to be canon.

How Watson Learned The Trick.

Never let it be said I'm above a little mockery on my characters' behalf.