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Tweak says, "Screws fall out all the time"

Sherlock Holmes (reasonbackward) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2010-09-07 00:57:00

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!@event, !closed, john watson, sherlock holmes

WHO: genderswapped!Sherlock Holmes & John Watson
WHAT: Anatomy just doesn't change in the blink of an eye.
WHERE: Sherlock & John's apartment
WHEN: Just past the witching hour, September 7th
RATING: PG
STATUS: In Progress

It was an interesting development, just as he had told John, and as Sherlock stood in the kitchen, brewing tea and turning his eyes over the markedly different bone structure in his hands and arms, he couldn't help but smile at the baffling puzzle that laid before him. One did not just alter genders in the blink of an eye. The procedure to do so was expensive, time consuming, and hell on both the body and the mind, and yet, here he was as true as the day was long fully female in every capacity (he'd checked). Some people would panic, dissolve into frantic confusion over a situation that made no logical sense, but Sherlock merely saw it as a challenge, something to break up the monotony that had settled over him and give him the ability to deny Moriarty the pleasure of him admitting defeat in the face of such tedium.

"John!" Sherlock called, well assured that his minute was more than up only thinking after the fact that his voice would give away the game long before he'd intended: different shape, different vocal chords, different voice. But no matter. John was likely to dismiss the oddity in pitch as being the product of his sleep addled mind. Or perhaps assume that his flatmate had brought home a mysterious woman in the middle of the night to keep him company. No. No, John was more likely to guess the true reason before leaping to the last.

Pouring two cups of tea, Sherlock turned, a ghost of a smile on his features as he waited for John to emerge from his bedroom and take in the puzzle before him. His reaction would be priceless.

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hisbestman
2010-09-08 06:34 am UTC (link)

John swatted at Sherlock's hand, then sat back down at the table. "I'm a soldier," he assured him. "That's what we do." And mostly, that was true. After all, that night at the pool was hardly the first time he'd nearly died. But war made sense. Even the danger that came from Sherlock's normal cases made sense. There was a senselessness to Moriarty, so different from the manic insanity of Sherlock, that shook him and left him feeling uncomfortable and out of sorts.

"I do know you better than that," he said. "I wasn't even upset with you. I just...wasn't expecting it, I suppose."

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reasonbackward
2010-09-08 06:43 am UTC (link)

"Now who's the one near quoting?" Sherlock asked, arching an eyebrow at John, his tone expressing the vague amusement that he felt before John's last statement. Well, that was just ridiculous. If John hadn't been upset, why had he acted as such? That was how he'd been acting, wasn't it? It certainly didn't seem pleased at all, and it was...more than annoyed, not quite the same as frustrated, or irritated. It was amazing how many different types of displeasure he seemed to bring out in John while none were ever very serious. And why, if he hadn't been upset, he had went to retire while making it seem as though he had been the cause of it all?

The deep confusion and thought at the situation was etched clearly on Sherlock's face, mounting slowly as it did in children who were struggling to grasp a particularly complex puzzle that they weren't capable of dealing with yet, before his gaze snapped up to John, "We should get you a new therapist. A proper one this time."

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hisbestman
2010-09-08 06:22 pm UTC (link)

"There is a huge difference between what I said and what you said," he said with a hint of exasperation in his tone. He watched Sherlock's thought process, wondering when he'd become so good at reading the detective, and sighed. "Not being upset with you is not the same as not being upset," he told him. "And stop trying to figure me out. Yes, you're a terribly frustrating and oft infuriating individual, but I am quite used to it and wouldn't change it." He paused. "Well...I might change the bit where you sulk when I attempt to date people. It does nothing to alter the mistaken perception people have that we're a couple."

He gave Sherlock a look. "I do not need a therapist," he insisted, "proper or otherwise. I hate being psychoanalysed and I hate talking about my feelings, particularly with strangers who are just going to write it all down and pick it apart. For heaven's sake, Sherlock, we're British. Repression is something instilled in us at birth, if not before. Therapy goes against everything I believe."

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reasonbackward
2010-09-08 07:08 pm UTC (link)

"The chief difference between me and a therapist being that I don't need to write it all down in order to pick it apart? If we found one who was willing to work from memory, would that make a difference?" Sherlock asked, honestly curious. Mycroft's few attempts to get him to see a therapist had been disastrous. Well, at least as far as Mycroft was concerned. Sherlock had been convinced that he'd made quite a lot more progress in sorting out the first's unfulfilled marriage issues and the second's resolved sexual feelings towards his sister than any therapist in the world could have boasted. Even if sidetracking the discussions had only been an effort to make sure that they didn't have to talk about his substance abuse issues and self-destructive behavior like Mycroft wished, that didn't mean it wasn't a productive hour.

"And you could stop attempting to date people," Sherlock suggested in what he considered was a helpful way. "Then you would have neither problem to contend with."

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