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I've just posted a new Sherlock story to AO3: DNA

Sherlock/John (together and in various combinations with various OFCs) -- explicit -- 10,000 words

Post-Reichenbach, obviously with a Dreaded Het warning

Item. There's nothing strange in a good-looking bloke having a lot of sex with a lot of different women, none of whom he introduces to his flatmate.

Note: For christ's sake, this is Sherlock Holmes we're talking about.

Beta thanks to

cesperanza,

julad, and

laurificus. Thanks to

copperbadge for the conversation that inspired this, and the lines I stole from him.

Cleaned out half the garage today, including removing twelve 40-pound bags of landscaping rock left over from a project that happened fifteen years ago. It's like homeowners' amnesia. You haven't forgotten that this stuff is there, exactly; you've just forgotten that it has anything to do with you.

Also mowed the lawn. I really don't think that any week ought to have both snow flurries and lawn-mowing in it.

Here's the latest set of overheards.

"I put it in some perfectly sensible place. Drat. Foiled again by my past self overestimating my present self's intelligence." -- kidlet

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And in apology for never posting any fannish content ever, this is what I'm working on now:

Item. There's nothing strange in a good-looking fellow having a lot of sex with a lot of different women, none of whom he introduces to his flatmate.

Note: For christ's sake, this is Sherlock Holmes we're talking about.

diane_mckay has podficced two of my Sherlock stories, Home and Contact, here.

Again I reiterate that I give blanket permission for podfics, remixes, translations, etc. No need to ask in advance, but I love it if you let me know afterwards.

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On my way back from lunch, I saw a guy getting frisked by the side of the road. I've never seen that before in real life. He wasn't wearing a shirt, and I had an odd moment of "I spend a fair bit of time looking at pictures of guys in that position, but that is not what they're doing!"

(Or, something I'd much rather read than another scene in which John pesters Sherlock about housework.)

[Baker Street interior. Evening. John is blogging. Sherlock is using a magnifier to look at something that it's probably best not to examine too closely.]

John [sniffing the air]

Sherlock: What?

John: Has something gone off, do you think?

Sherlock: Huh. Possibly.

[Long pause. John types away steadily. Sherlock finishes with the magnifier and begins to slice off nearly transparent segments of whatever it is and prepare them for the microscope.]

Sherlock: Do you remember whether I got rid of the rest of the kidney experiment?

John: Dunno.

[Pause.]

John: Did anybody bin the rest of the seafood risotto?

Sherlock: I've no idea.

[Pause]

Sherlock: Someone might have tossed a bag of excrement in through the window.

John: What, again?

[Pause]

John: Or something might've died in the walls.

Sherlock: Perhaps.

[John hits Post and switches over to answering e-mails. Sherlock remains bent over the microscope, muttering to himself.]

John: Best to leave it a bit, then.

Sherlock: It always gets easier to localize if you wait a few days.

I've posted a new Sherlock BBC story:

"Close Enough"
John/Sherlock -- NC-17 -- 3100 words
Rescuing Sherlock is not for the fainthearted.

You can read it on my website or on AO3.

Many thanks to

cesperanza for beta and to Laura for beta and britpicking.

I'm re-reading book-canon Sherlock Holmes (the William S. Baring-Gould annotation, which I do not recommend, but that's another post), and I just read "The Final Problem" for the first time since high school.

I haven't finished all the post-return stories yet, but unless there's something very unexpected there, I have observed something about book canon vs. BBC canon:

Book-canon Moriarty really has very little interest in Sherlock Holmes.

Holmes is interested in him, and expends considerable effort (and lines up quite an army of allies) in his efforts to bring him and his lieutenants to justice. Holmes makes Moriarty dance, though not for entertainment.

But Moriarty has a criminal empire to run, and he takes note of Holmes only as Holmes begins to impinge upon that empire. Once they meet, it's clear that he has some grudging admiration for Holmes, but he doesn't play games with Holmes.

You know who plays a few games with book-canon Sherlock Holmes? Who engages him on purpose, beyond what's necessary to get the job done? Irene Adler does.

She's a rival rather than a true adversary; she's self-interested, but not evil; and it seems to me that their interaction is fun for both of them.

I just posted a tiny new story on

sherlock_flashfic:

Contact

John/Sherlock -- PG -- 450 words
(written in less than an hour, excluding getting the hell betaed out of it by

cesperanza)
"I require close physical contact in order to continue functioning with this level of muscle tension," Sherlock announced. "But I don't wish to have sex."

This question brought to you by ten million words of BBC Sherlock slash:

Is there any canon support for this idea that fandom seems to have that Sherlock doesn't wear underwear?

[Res drifts off happily into a world where one could have direct and explicit canon confirmation of something like this.]

I commend to your attention:

sherlock_flashfic!

The current challenge is "The Case of ... the Underground," with flashfic-standard latitude on how you want to interpret "underground." Some really extremely interesting stuff has already been posted.

Some links I found in looking for inspiration. I couldn't use them, but maybe you can.

Skeletons Found Below London's Streets Go On Show

Café Below uses the best seasonal ingredients in one of the most beautiful spaces in London: the crypt of Sir Christopher Wren’s St Mary-le-Bow, housing the famous Bow Bells.

maquisard, metro, milk train, minority opinion, monorail, mysterious, nobody the wiser ... words related to 'underground' from synonyms.ca.

Allegedly for real. Presented without comment.

(I got this from Failbooking)

Edited to add: Check out

shrewreader's commentfic!

Sherlock Holmes was, as I expected, lounging about his sitting-room in his dressing-gown, reading the agony column of The Times and smoking his before-breakfast pipe, which was composed of all the plugs and dottles left from his smokes of the day before, all carefully dried and collected on the corner of the mantelpiece.

--- "The Adventure of the Engineer's Thumb"

The agony column (not to be confused with agony aunts, a related but separate phenomenon) was a place where readers of The Times could submit messages for publication. It was where you went if you needed to get a message to the spouse who abandoned you, or the child who ran away from home, or the accomplice who couldn't be contacted directly, or the person you'd met in passing and couldn't seem to forget.

If the Lady who a Gentleman handed into her carriage from Covent Garden Theatre, on the third of this month, will oblige the advertiser with a line to Z, saying if married or single, she will quiet the mind of a young Nobleman, who has tried, but in vain, to find the Lady. The Lady was in mourning, and sufficiently cloathed to distinguish her for possessing every virtue and charm that a man could desire in a female that he would make choice of for a Wife.

I can easily see why it was the first thing Sherlock Holmes read; it almost seems like Sherlock Holmes sprang from the agony column.

FRANGIPANI -- Do not doubt me. Numbers 67, 412, 87. You will now comprehend the delay.

Well: Alice Clay collected the entire column from 1800 to 1870, and published it in a book, and the California Digital Library has it available for download or online viewing in a variety of formats: The agony column of the "Times" 1800-1870 : Clay, Alice.

MY FRIEND. -- Should you receive a letter posted possibly to-morrow, it is important that you should read it. I shall, in that case, be awaiting your answer, no, not at . . . . . , but within a very short distance. Suspend your judgment until you receive it, and then let this act speak that regard which the expression of irrepressible feelings has hitherto apparently failed to convey. I ask for nothing but confidence, faith in me. Oh, drive me not to yet more utter affliction. Why leave me to the limited resource of A's to know you are even alive, but still not to know how you are?

Surely there are a thousand stories here. I dare you to write some of them! And link me to them!

I've just posted a new Sherlock (BBC) story.

"Home"
Sherlock/John -- NC-17 -- 3,400 words
"Right, then," said Sherlock. "I'll need you out by the thirtieth."

You can read it on my website or at AO3.

Many thanks to

cesperanza for beta and Laura for britpicking.

Only the second drabble I ever wrote. Gen and G-rated.

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I've just posted a new Sherlock (BBC) story.

"Amenable"
Sherlock/John -- NC-17 -- 6,000 words
You certainly never forgot who you were kissing with Sherlock.

You can read it on my website or on AO3.

Many thanks to Merry for encouragement,

cesperanza for beta and providing all the best insults, and Laura for britpicking and helping me get rid of many (though not all) extraneous uses of the word 'back.'

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New Sherlock story: "DNA"

Overheard and overseen and etc.

Podfic! Odd moment!

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New Sherlock BBC story: Close Enough

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New Sherlock BBC story: Contact

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New Sherlock story: Home

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