Change of pace via tumblr.

No s3!  Instead, some goodies from Sherlockian tumblr.  8)

Canon Fodder Friday.  Because if you haven't read the original Sherlock Holmes stories, you're missing... well, okay, SOME are treats.

This one, mm, not exactly.  "A Case of Identity" does end with something of note.  Don't read that until/unless you have indeed read the whole story.

(I lied, actually "A Case of Identity" does appear in s3.  But if you blink, you'll miss it.)

But if you'd like a silly version of various original stories, Final Problem will oblige you.  "The Adventure of the Gloria Scott" had me in stitches:  or, the Soldier for the win!

Although her annotations for TBC -- do not read if you haven't read that story either! -- are killing me.  I just reread that story myself.

A rainy day in October: a fic reply.

I woke up.  I was trembling.  Well, I say trembling.

Was it my own breathing that woke me?  No; it was the echoes.  I could still hear my own voice, which was repeating, 'John.  John!'

He wasn't there.  He didn't come to me, he didn't hear me, he wasn't-- I stopped myself.  My mobile was already in my hands.  It barely rang.

I said into it, 'Mycroft--'

'Yes, Sherlock?  Everything is fine.'  There was a slight emphasis to the words.  All of them.

'John... he...' I couldn't continue.  Both of us ignored my harsh breathing, too loud.

'John is fine. I had a team on him.'  Mycroft paused.  'I noticed a "homeless man" as well--'

I could hear the word 'alleged' and ignored it.  Just as I always ignore things that are unimportant.  Trivia.

RP: A game of messages.

*** Inspired by a recent RP session on Twitter 18-Nov-2012. ***

Transcript of messages sent to Mycroft Holmes:

{ Email excerpt, sent to S. Moran }

Sebastian, convey my regards to SH on his timely rescue, if you'd be so kind. Well done. As always.

{ Text messages from person designated as "Ninja" to "Jim Moriarty"; respectively @ninja_CE and @IAmMoriartea }

James: Preferences regarding Chloe?

Afraid your leaving with SH gave her ideas. Such a pity.

SH arrived safely. Sebastian has coordinates, of course.

Doctor's report says no adverse reactions to tranquillizer (used in place of bullet).

His shooter may still be useful. Status presently.

Puzzles in the rain.

(Another very short piece of where my mind goes.  Set after Reichenbach.  Spoiler territory if you haven't seen all of season 2, but fairly mild as spoilers go: definitely a teaser!)

Holmes Boys fic: Mycroft and Sherlock.

I love this fic series over at SherlockCares.  If you read it, you'll see that the writer is very kind to me... :)

This is not slash.

It's family friendly... Anecdote:  One day at the doctor's, a little girl asked me to tell her a story -- with my head full of Sherlock, as usual! -- so I condensed #3 for her (she has littler siblings).

No spoilers as such, but ardent fans will notice shout-outs to BBC Sherlock throughout!


The Holmes Boys fic:

• Epiphany #1
• Try #2
• Philosopher #3
• Worry #4
• My Brother's #5
• Special Room #6
• Not My Area #7
• Christmas — Originally He Wanted To Be a Pirate

I'll add to this, but for when I'm not up to date, the "Holmes Boys" index link is also included above the story titles.  These are definitely Sherlock candy, my dears.  Do try it!

Pssst!  Caption of major win:  Sherlock's Binders Full of Women!!!

Later on, during a day in October.

( A continuation of a previous thought experiment involving John Watson after the Fall. Some feels, so do be warned and prepared -- and indirect spoilers! )

Later in June, another incident.

Thought experiment.  Don't read this if you haven't seen all of season 2!  This may count as a spoiler for season 3 also, but that depends on your viewpoint.

A day in October.

Typed this on my tablet.  Sorry not to have spoiler warnings, etc.  This would come after Reichenbach.

Another thought experiment!

Incident, part 2: For Gita.

This is a continuation of the previous incident.  Both are post-Reichenbach and therefore spoilers for anyone who hasn't got past the 2010 and 2012 seasons of Sherlock!

Incident: Somewhere, a text alert...

This is what I call a thought experiment, because it's really a finger exercise more than fan fic.  Or an incident, if you like.

After Reichenbach -- but before Sherlock 2013.  Do NOT read unless you like spoilers, even minor ones, or you have seen all six episodes of Sherlock 2010-2012.

"An Incident in June."

Drabble style writing:  Two things, this is A SPOILER for Reichenbach, and also a thought experiment -- an incident more than a story.  Read at your own risk if you have not passed all 2010 and 2012 episodes of BBC Sherlock.


The man, who wore a pin-striped suit, eyed the text message again and sighed.  It was a very small sigh, but still a sigh -- not enough to disturb anyone except himself, really.

Projects for the Sherlock writers, and divers other things.

Audio Cumberbatch:  Benedict singing a snippet -- thanks to MK Hey (of the Sherlock candy) for letting me know about this!  Benedict also reads Silverwing; here's the first clip of that, and a YouTube search for the rest.  He does voices.

Cumberbatched moments:  Benedict on holiday.  A photoset of Benedict wearing a grey suit.  Benedict looking very Sherlock and intense.  Lovely PBS Batch.  Soulful look.  Dancing on set of Sherlock.

Arguing with the shippers 'toon:  You tell 'em, John!  Just ignore Sherlock, I always do.  ;P

Story prompt: Moriarty?

So, after I said this would go dormant... I had an Idea.  I have a lot of those.

A story prompt if you like.


Moriarty.  What made him go mad? 

Because he is mad, and, God help us, not in a good way.

FYI:  I'm bipolar myself, so yes, I do know people can be mentally ill.  But I also believe people can go insane. 


There's a lovely series by Barbara Hambly... in it, one madman explains what happened to him. 

He is wicked, evil, cruel, and in no way a nice person.  But you feel for him then.  You grieve for what happened to him.  It makes me wonder, could something have happened to JM?  What would it have been??

Insanity is when 2 + 2 does not equal 4, but instead equals 5.  

In other words, when reality cannot be explained as it normally is, or by the usual rules.  When your reality doesn't match what everyone else perceives.

So if anyone writes something about this, I'd be fascinated.  Possibly horrified too, but that won't stop me from reading. 


SPOILER WARNING:  I love the Antryg Windrose Chronicles.  Particularly Antryg himself.  Don't read anything about them beforehand if you don't want to be spoiled!  And yes, people do talk about things while reviewing Book 2 which WILL spoil Book 1.

If you have read the series, someone wrote up a diagnosis of Antryg.   There is fanfic about him and his world, which I did not know. 

Film and TV news, TWO polls, plus RP.

You need a funny after watching Great Game, didn't you?  Here's backstage scenes from the Pool.  Thanks to the darling Gita!

Benedict Cumberbatch’s dual ‘Simpsons’ role revealed.

Sherlock poster.  This pic could make an interesting poster... maybe Uh, hello, Sherlock (on expressions to avoid)!  Some other RedBubble shirts you might like, ordered by another fine Twitter user. 

SDCC 2012: Jonny Lee Miller on talking to Benedict Cumberbatch about Sherlock Holmes. Star Trek news from Comic-Con.  From Cumberbatchweb:  Benedict's father Timothy has a part in Parade's End, and speaking briefly to Benedict's mother. 


Cumberbatched moments:  Perfection in a beige jumper.  Venive Blond Batch.  Same suit, different pose.  Distracted by Benedict yet? 

Our lovely Lara Pulver.  :)

Story: What if...?

I was thinking more about John after Reichenbach. And this is what came into my head last night:


A note from Mrs. Hudson sat on his desk.

John, I shouldn't trouble you, but there's been a lot of post arriving at the flat for you. I had to put it into the downstairs flat. Would you come round and fetch it, please? There's quite a lot.

Do you think you might like to have some tea after?

Cheers,

Mrs. H

John looked around the room. Mrs. Hudson was chattering away, "And so you could see why I couldn't just put it into a parcel for you. There's so much of it!"

The one stack opposite the door wasn't teetering, not quite yet. The parcels ranged from bulky and lumpy -- like presents you get from your great-aunt -- to boxes of all sizes, and letters, and cards... He couldn't imagine where they'd all come from. It was exactly like being inside a cupboard full of packages.

And they were all addressed to him, John Watson.

He picked one up, trying not to think, and shook it a little. Too bulky, definitely not rattling. Then John ripped off the paper. Yes, a knitted cardigan. A nice one. Quite like the ones he often wore, in fact.

Mrs. Hudson made a pleased sound. "How nice that is! Someone thought you needed cheering up," she said. John handed it to her.

Gingerly, he took an envelope, and opened it. "Watson's Warriors: Moriarty Was Real" proclaimed the outside of the greeting card. Inside, someone had written "We believe in Sherlock!" A picture of a chalk drawing with the same words fell out of the card. He caught the picture, then slid it carefully back into the envelope.

John's throat closed.

Tucking the card under his arm, he opened another parcel at random. This was a small poster. "I believe in Sherlock Holmes!" was written over a picture of Sherlock. He heard himself suck his breath in hard -- almost as if he were listening to someone else.

Someone who was quite distinctive when he did that same thing.

He murmured something wordless.

"What, John?" Mrs. Hudson asked. He handed her the card. She read it. He watched her eyes widen. She looked around at all the parcels, the boxes, the letters, and turned back to him.

He held up the poster so she could read that too.

Finally she managed, "Is that what all of this is?"

John cleared his throat. "I don't know. I think so. Yes." His voice caught a little, but he said, "How long-- no, how many trips did the postman take to get all this here?"

"Yesterday. This lot all came yesterday." She gestured at the teetering pile right before them, not the other stacks. "I don't remember how many, he brought helpers. It... it took some little while. At first I thought perhaps you hadn't told someone you'd moved, but then I realised that couldn't be it. Not all those bags they brought!"

The wrapping paper he'd opened said New York City. The poster came from Sweden. The card -- John smiled. It was from Cardiff. He looked at others. Stamps from all over. He began, "Mrs. Hudson, I have an idea..."

"Will there be more? The postman said this is a week's worth!"

John managed to keep the smile. It hurt, but there was something else there now. Something new. He said, "Have you rented out 221B yet? There's... more space up there. At least until I get something arranged. I promise I'll call you tonight and tell you."

He thought about how Mycroft would feel about having to store all this, and smiled grimly to himself.