#sherlock bbb

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Some Sherlock BBBitch sketches. I'm still thinking on if I'm making it a comic or nah, but my drawings are... Bad, so. We'll see :)

[nexomy]

Me trying to vent how I feel through Sherlock Holmes like:

Sherlock walked tensely back and forth in the sitting room. It was enough to drive a lesser man crazy, but John Watson had grown accustomed to the man's temperamental ways.

"Holmes..."

At that, Sherlock froze. He knew he was in trouble when called that in that tone.

"John! This is unbearable!" The detective exclaimed, rushing to his friend, moving the newspaper out of the way to grab him by the shoulders. "I don't think I'll pass the night! Please!"

John scoffed, ruffling the paper and moving Sherlock out of the way. "C'mon, mate. You're acting like a lunatic. Cut it out."

"This is a medical emergency!"

"It's one night!"

"Not one night, this night!"

Sherlock threw himself on his knees in front of his friend's chair, gaining no sympathy. He grabbed John's arm like a lifeline.

"Tonight of all night, to stay inside, with nothing to do, is torture on my mind! Do you not understand, man, that I am talking to you? I can hear the incessant buzzing and whirling of ideas, thoughts as impossible to catch as they are invisible! You are my sole recourse, John. Only you can bring an end to my woes. Please, John, please. Give me something to do."

John eyed him severely, one eyebrow raised. Considering it.

"We can't go solve a crime. We have to be home at eight, to help Mrs Hudson after her surgery. We promised her, Sherlock."

"Not a crime!" He conceded, hands raised in surrender. "Only a task to occupy the mind. The kinds of puzzles only you know where to find, my dear friend. Please."

John eyed him severely again, and smirked with snark.

"That's a lot of 'pleases' from a man who doesn't beg," he teased.

Sherlock scoffed, rolled his eyes. "You know desperate times call for desperate measures."

"And this is what that is? You, desperate?"

"John!"

John chuckled, and ruffled the newspaper away, sighing. He settled in his seat.

"Fine. I'll give you a challenge. Just the way you like 'em."

"Oh! You brilliant, brilliant man!" Sherlock perked up, jumping to his feet, clapping his hands.

John thought, for a moment, that he wasn't unlike one of those working dogs, constantly seeking a puzzle or a challenge. Too smart to do nothing, too stupid to find something to do by themselves. Or perhaps they just grew tired of constantly using and occupying their great minds. In any case, John was glad Sherlock had found a better handler than the one that had left bruises and puncture scars at the crux of his arm.

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The thing is I'm working on a Sherlock BBC rewrite, and a bunch of fics, and my problem is that slowly but surely, my fics are becoming informed by my rewrite. It's subtle, of course. Little lines here and there, that canon John and Sherlock might not say. Little things they wouldn't quite do that way. Little.

But then I'll be thinking "oh! Oh! And then, they go see Mols at the lab, and-" and then I remember. Mols doesn't exist yet. I only have Molly to work with. And Molly is... Not in my faves.

Or I'll be like, "oh! I'll have them go see Greg about this!" and then I have to remind myself, no, Greg is pretty different too...

And like... Am I the only one with that problem? Or?...