You are dragging me into this and why am I not resisting? This proves it, you know. You are Holmes, and somewhere along the line I have become the incredibly whipped Watson who hangs on to your every suggestion. I should be more concerned over this.
Ok so, yes. Poison-laced tea and crumpets with Moriarty. Oooh and, Watson starts out as a sort of genius coroner who solves crime in his spare time (have you seen Diagnosis: Murder? It would be like that). And then Holmes goes off on his crime spree, and whilst everyone knows it's him because he doesn't even try to hide it, there's never enough evidence and they'd never actually catch him anyway. Cue brother Mycroft (as played by Stephen Fry, in my mind) who is helping our intrepid doctor track Sherlock down but in his usual lazy way where he just sits around at his club and points out obscure little things as though they are the most obvious thing in the world in that MOST INFURIATING way that Holmes does but a hundred times worse. Watson is so absorbed by the case that his fiancee, Mary Morstan, leaves him because all they ever talk about is Holmes (perhaps with a scathing parting remark the Victorian equivalent of "If you like him so much, why don't you just marry him?" - I love Mary, just not when she is in the way of my boys).
Then Holmes kidnaps Watson, because he gets too close and at first Watson is like D:< but then he slowly realises that Holmes is amazing and whilst Holmes only kidnapped the good doctor to get him out of the way, he starts questioning himself as to why he can't kill him and then he realises it's because he respects him a lot. However I would have difficulty extracting Watson from proper British morality so it may have to end with grudging respect and UST. And MUCH FOE-YAY.
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You are dragging me into this and why am I not resisting? This proves it, you know. You are Holmes, and somewhere along the line I have become the incredibly whipped Watson who hangs on to your every suggestion. I should be more concerned over this.
Ok so, yes. Poison-laced tea and crumpets with Moriarty. Oooh and, Watson starts out as a sort of genius coroner who solves crime in his spare time (have you seen Diagnosis: Murder? It would be like that). And then Holmes goes off on his crime spree, and whilst everyone knows it's him because he doesn't even try to hide it, there's never enough evidence and they'd never actually catch him anyway. Cue brother Mycroft (as played by Stephen Fry, in my mind) who is helping our intrepid doctor track Sherlock down but in his usual lazy way where he just sits around at his club and points out obscure little things as though they are the most obvious thing in the world in that MOST INFURIATING way that Holmes does but a hundred times worse. Watson is so absorbed by the case that his fiancee, Mary Morstan, leaves him because all they ever talk about is Holmes (perhaps with a scathing parting remark the Victorian equivalent of "If you like him so much, why don't you just marry him?" - I love Mary, just not when she is in the way of my boys).
Then Holmes kidnaps Watson, because he gets too close and at first Watson is like D:< but then he slowly realises that Holmes is amazing and whilst Holmes only kidnapped the good doctor to get him out of the way, he starts questioning himself as to why he can't kill him and then he realises it's because he respects him a lot. However I would have difficulty extracting Watson from proper British morality so it may have to end with grudging respect and UST. And MUCH FOE-YAY.
I don't even like AU's :(