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Title: Bizarre World aka A Study in which Nothing Makes Sense Anymore
Author: am1thirteen
Pairing: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, primarily gen though
Length: 5631
Rating: Teen
Warnings: None
Verse: Sherlock BBC
Author's summary: Prompt fill for: We need something lighthearted. Let’s write a bizarre AU where everyone traded places, shall we? But try to be as surprising as possible. No easy mirror changes.
Hint: Consulting Detective Anderson
Reccer's comments: Let me first say that the author outdid his/herself when assigning the changes because dear Lord, I was not expecting this. Consulting Detective Anderson is really just the tip of the iceberg, and each reveal caused such great joy within me because I was so surprised. Also, despite their quite radical role changes, each and every person stays true to their characterization. Sherlock is still smart-as-hell, Mycroft is still disdainful of legwork, John is still absurdly adorable, Anderson is still incompetent, so on and so forth. I kind of wish that the person who replaced Hope was different, but that's just ingrained personal bias. Otherwise, I was cackling at how well the fic shows why everyone really works in this bizarro placement. Well done, author!
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Sergeant Sebastian Moran looked like he was going to lurch as he caught the sight of the man with billowing long coat stepping out of the taxi in front of the crime scene. Before he could open his mouth for a snide greeting, another man limped out of the car and followed to follow the consulting detective. What the fuck? It wasn't enough that the man kept coming to contaminate their crime scene every so often, now he had to bring someone along too? Although admittedly the new face seemed a lot less of an obtuse.
"Hello, freak." Moran smiled as he took a step forward (to block their way, not at all welcoming).
"I'm here to see Detective Inspector Holmes," Consulting Detective Anderson said quickly, rushing to cross the police line only to get himself bodily blocked by the towering sergeant.
Author: am1thirteen
Pairing: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, primarily gen though
Length: 5631
Rating: Teen
Warnings: None
Verse: Sherlock BBC
Author's summary: Prompt fill for: We need something lighthearted. Let’s write a bizarre AU where everyone traded places, shall we? But try to be as surprising as possible. No easy mirror changes.
Hint: Consulting Detective Anderson
Reccer's comments: Let me first say that the author outdid his/herself when assigning the changes because dear Lord, I was not expecting this. Consulting Detective Anderson is really just the tip of the iceberg, and each reveal caused such great joy within me because I was so surprised. Also, despite their quite radical role changes, each and every person stays true to their characterization. Sherlock is still smart-as-hell, Mycroft is still disdainful of legwork, John is still absurdly adorable, Anderson is still incompetent, so on and so forth. I kind of wish that the person who replaced Hope was different, but that's just ingrained personal bias. Otherwise, I was cackling at how well the fic shows why everyone really works in this bizarro placement. Well done, author!
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Sergeant Sebastian Moran looked like he was going to lurch as he caught the sight of the man with billowing long coat stepping out of the taxi in front of the crime scene. Before he could open his mouth for a snide greeting, another man limped out of the car and followed to follow the consulting detective. What the fuck? It wasn't enough that the man kept coming to contaminate their crime scene every so often, now he had to bring someone along too? Although admittedly the new face seemed a lot less of an obtuse.
"Hello, freak." Moran smiled as he took a step forward (to block their way, not at all welcoming).
"I'm here to see Detective Inspector Holmes," Consulting Detective Anderson said quickly, rushing to cross the police line only to get himself bodily blocked by the towering sergeant.