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Tweak says, "That's an embuggerance..."

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

Entry tags:

!@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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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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