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This is the stupid fic I've been talking about for ages and how it opens. In theory.

I'm not sure where else to dump this many words -- nearly 2k out of about 23k written and this is literally less than half of what I've blocked off as the first chapter. I've tweaked this so many times, it's kind of sickening. Considering more still. My latest obsessive rewrite catastrophe-of-my-own-making is the crazy internal dialog Sherlock falls into between the time they exit the dorm and they hit the sidewalk. It's driving me nuts, so I'm just going to post this WIP here and think about it later. I need to zero draft out the rest of the story, not nth draft out the opening. Sigh.


April 1989

“John, did you know that a derivative of the monkshood plant is virtually undetectable as a toxin?” Sherlock asked, not looking up from his book. “I wonder if…hmm,” he murmured, thoughts trailing ahead. He was contemplating their window’s northern exposure.

Well, there was only one way to scientifically test that theory. Or any theory really. Sherlock added flower box to his mental shopping list and turned the page, fingers gliding over the long Latin names and detailed practical applications. Cosmetic, anaesthetic, accidental toxicity of course, and murders. His favourite.

Library books that John brought home were usually rudimentary at best, but this last one was a genuine medical reference. A pathology graduate student’s textbook in a sea of middle-grade rubbish. In other words, a library misorder if ever there was one. Sherlock was tempted to keep it and simply pay the fine.


“Mm,” he answered.

Or pay John back for the fine, since it was checked out under his name. Technically.



“Sherlock, I’ve been asking you for five bloody minutes if you want to get dinner. I know toxins are very important to you right now, but I’m bloody starving, yeah? Can you--” John scrubbed a hand over his face; Sherlock could hear it from the way his breathing muffled and unmuffled. Sherlock marked the page number. “I happened to spend my lunch period at the library—no idea why—loitering suspiciously around the publications again and ta very much but I’m a growing boy, let’s go.” John said it practically in a single breath.

Sherlock looked up, blinking. He glanced at the alarm clock, which glowed 7:15 in low cadmium red. He’d hardly looked up from the book since he got back from class, which was—oh. Hours ago, at this point. That explained his rather stiff neck at least. And the quality of light being darker now, grey and soft around John’s usual brightness.

Turning his attentions back to John, he surveyed the signs of recent exertion and even more recent steam on John’s skin. This morning’s clothes had carelessly been thrown back on after the very necessary shower that always followed afternoon rugby practice. Sherlock’s eyes lingered on John’s dirty blond locks, dark and curling at his temples where it clung to his skin. Still wet.

Sherlock snapped shut the book.
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Title: Doyle School for Girls
Author: [livejournal.com profile] avawatson/avawtsn on ao3
Rating: Teen and up [likely to be Mature ultimately]
Archive Warning: Underage
Category: F/F
Fandom: Sherlock (TV)
Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/Jane Watson, Harry Watson & Jane Watson
Characters: Sherlock Holmes, Jane Watson, Harry Watson, Stamford [more to be added as chapters are published]
Additional tags: Rule 63, Genderbending, Female John Watson, Female Sherlock Holmes, Alternate universe - Boarding school, Case Fic, Teenagers, Teenlock, Femlock, POV Sherlock Holmes, POV Jane Watson, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Mutual Pining, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, fleeting references to suicidal ideation
Stats: Published 2014-07-14, Words: 5.7k, Chapters: 1/?
Sherlock and Jane are going to get through sixth form together if it kills them. A femlock, teenlock boarding school AU. Eventual Johnlock (Janelock). No one under 16 in this story. Rampant genderbending of most, if not all, of the men from BBC Sherlock canon.
Multichapter WIP, begun for exchangelock 2014 as a gift fic to cartwheelrobin, who expressed an appreciation for fem!John. I hope I did okay on that count.
Betaed heroically by [livejournal.com profile] a_causidicus. Woefully unbritpicked. All mistakes are mine.

340 word excerpt under the cut.

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