Fics I'll never write...
“For is that not the point that all those articles have made? The summarisation of your entire existence, a life of mediocrity until a flash of brilliance led you to solve all six of the most ingenious intellectual puzzles of this generation!”
“Sherlock!” John admonished. Sherlock blinked, his eyes focusing on the man who now slumped a little further into his chair.
“No, no, he’s right,” Benedict Bridgerton said, concentrating on his fiddling hands. “You’re right about it all, although you are wrong about the puzzles.”
Sherlock restrained an eye roll.
“Oh, do tell.”
“I haven’t solved all the puzzles. That’s why I’m here—to solve the seventh puzzle.”
“The seventh puzzle?”
“Yes.”
“Which is?”
“To find Sophie Baek.”
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A late entry for Day 1 of Benophie Week. Meeting and Searching.
A crackpot Sherlock/Benophie crossover with a little bit of mystery.
It won't become a new story, but if you want to hear more let me know, I don't mind a cheeky drabble.
