fic: Doyle School for Girls (WIP)

[avawatson]

Title: Doyle School for Girls
Author: 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/?
Summary:

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 a_causidicus. Woefully unbritpicked. All mistakes are mine.

340 word excerpt under the cut.

"Jane. Jane Watson!"

Jane stops in her tracks and turns toward the vaguely northern accent. Or Brummie? Shit, it’s going to take a while to not feel like a tourist.

A heavyset girl in an emerald cardigan is nodding at her, waving at her to come closer. “It’s me, Michelle. Michelle Stamford? We went to primary together.”

Newcastle Geordie. Damn it.

"Right, right, of course," Jane says, as she starts shifting the books in her right to her left. Before she quite manages it, Michelle walks up and hugs her.

"Oh, I know, you must not have recognised me! I was only in London the one year and I’m about three times as much girl as I was in grade school and barely any taller," Michelle babbles, blush working its way up her apple cheeks. She gestures vaguely at her body, apologetic smile sitting crookedly on her face. "Damn, must be something like six years now, innit? Do you go here now?"

"Oh, no, I just…I mean, yes, I do. I just had my mind on other things. Sorry," Jane says guiltily. "I just met with the headmistress and I’m being knocked back to the lower sixth, and I’m just…this wasn’t how I had planned things when I came back."

"That’s right,” Michelle says, eyes wide. “Last I heard you went off to take care of your dying grandmother, was it? How did that go?”

"She died."

Michelle shifts uncomfortably from foot to foot. “Right. Sorry.”

"She’d been ill for many years," Jane says. The words come out practised and worn. Michelle’s smile flickers uncomfortably.

"Say, let’s grab a milkshake or something, yeah? Give us time to catch up and me to do something other than put my foot in my mouth." Michelle gestures past the iron gates.

Jane bites her lip. New schedule to plan out, books to return, Harry to deal with. And is there a free five quid in her wallet?

"Fuck it, lead the way. Have they got different flavours? I could really go for a mint chocolate chip."

Read it on ao3.