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Home sweet home

((New post, because it is good for the universe. I would like to applaud all of the Cravat's fine members for not making a home/Holmes pun, nor yet a Holmesosexual pun. Not yet.))

Location: The Cravat
Time: Out of time

Sherlock Holmes and John Watson stumbled out of the portal, Watson still a little wide eyed at the prospect of time travel, Holmes retaining his famous composure. They stood in wait of the others, avoiding each other's eyes.


Jan. 13th, 2007 12:23 am (UTC)
Gabe shrugged. "I figured there'd be a blackmail or slander case regarding it, perhaps," he said. "Especially given the fact that Moriarty seems to use the information he has to do just that."
Jan. 13th, 2007 02:26 am (UTC)
"Moriarty has made something of a special case of me, I should like to think," Holmes said, smiling ironically. "I have spent the vast majority of my time in the past few months trying with remarkable effort to get him killed, or put away for life at the very least, and consequently he dislikes me quite a bit. He does deal in blackmail, yes, and often, but his victims are far too often too ashamed to come to me. They have no guarantee, you see, that I will not simply blackmail them."
Jan. 13th, 2007 02:50 am (UTC)
"Funny," Gabe remarked. "That it seems you don't have half the reputation you have in your own time that you do in mine, when it's totally useless." He shrugged. "I guess they're right when they say you can only really be famous after you die."
Jan. 13th, 2007 03:05 am (UTC)
"Oh, I have something resembling fame - nothing remarkable." Holmes grinned ruefully. "I am not sure that I should like to become a figure of renown. I confess myself surprised that I am conceived as such in your time."
Jan. 13th, 2007 03:13 am (UTC)
"Fictionality has its perks, I imagine," Gabe said. "I can't say I've had any personal experience with it, though."
Jan. 13th, 2007 04:54 am (UTC)
"Fictionality?" Holmes looked, puzzled, at Gabe. "I beg your pardon?"
Jan. 13th, 2007 04:58 am (UTC)
"I just made up a word, didn't I?" Gabe asked, already trying to think if there was a proper one to take its place.
Jan. 13th, 2007 05:04 am (UTC)
"No, I see what you mean - the quality of being fictional - but I don't see how it applies to me." This was beginning to worry Holmes slightly, for reasons he could not explain.
Jan. 13th, 2007 05:10 am (UTC)
"Well, you are," Gabe said, bluntly. "You are rather real, of course, so I can only assume you come from some parallel universe or similar, but where I come from you are strictly fictional." He felt slightly guilty about dropping such news on Holmes. How does one tell someone else, nicely, that they don't actually exist? Generally, one doesn't have to.
Jan. 13th, 2007 05:21 am (UTC)
"I. . .what?" Holmes very rarely looked bewildered, but he did now. "I am fictional? Only the product of an imagination?" He took a long pause, during which it became obvious that he had gone rather pale. "May I ask whose imagination?"
Jan. 13th, 2007 05:24 am (UTC)
"One Arthur Conan Doyle," Gabe replied, feeling quite guilty now. "If it's any consolation," he offered. "He did get knighted."
Jan. 13th, 2007 05:28 am (UTC)
"Doyle? " Holmes demanded, appalled. "You mean that chubby, stuffy Southsea doctor with all the absurd spiritualist ideas who is Watson's literary agent?" He paused. "Is Watson also. . ." He nodded gravely, as though he were asking if Watson had died.
Jan. 13th, 2007 05:34 am (UTC)
"He's fictional as well, yes," Gabe replied, equally grave. "Though I wouldn't say that you two aren't real, either, if that makes any sense."
Jan. 13th, 2007 05:40 am (UTC)
"I think I ought to sit down," Holmes said, very pale now. "Traveling through time, at least has been proposed, and yet. . ." He swallowed, and did sit down undignifiedly upon the ground, head in his hands, fearing he might be sick if he did not.
Jan. 13th, 2007 05:55 am (UTC)
"I shouldn't've told you that," Gabe said, making yet another mental note to think before he spoke, if only every so often.
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