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Y'know, it makes total sense that I'm into Doctor Who and Sherlock Holmes. Both of them have world-wide fame, have been arguing canon/creating meta and new adventures for decades, and have been slowly evolving while remaining true to basic tropes and fundamental characterizations.
Neither man particularly fits into his environment. Both dislike violence, prize intelligence, are chivalrous towards the weak, and are very choosy about who they work with.
Anyway, I promised some fic:
The comment fic Pop Quiz, Hotshot
“Don’t worry, John,” Sherlock says, still calm, almost blasé.
“He’s aiming a gun at your head,” Watson points out, but his voice isn’t wavering. You can tell he’s a soldier, from that point alone.
“Yes... so I suppose an open casket is out of the question.”
dark_aegis's A Version of Normal. A psychosomatic limp isn't the only thing Watson brought back from the war.
He’s in the middle of Tesco's when it happens. Something clatters to the ground in a thunder of metal clanks and suddenly, he’s back in Afghanistan. The aisles morph into rocks - cover - and the other people turn into enemies. He drops what he’s carrying to the ground, the sound of shattering eggs barely registering over the remembered sounds of gunfire.
Neither man particularly fits into his environment. Both dislike violence, prize intelligence, are chivalrous towards the weak, and are very choosy about who they work with.
Anyway, I promised some fic:
The comment fic Pop Quiz, Hotshot
“Don’t worry, John,” Sherlock says, still calm, almost blasé.
“He’s aiming a gun at your head,” Watson points out, but his voice isn’t wavering. You can tell he’s a soldier, from that point alone.
“Yes... so I suppose an open casket is out of the question.”
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He’s in the middle of Tesco's when it happens. Something clatters to the ground in a thunder of metal clanks and suddenly, he’s back in Afghanistan. The aisles morph into rocks - cover - and the other people turn into enemies. He drops what he’s carrying to the ground, the sound of shattering eggs barely registering over the remembered sounds of gunfire.
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Date: 2010-08-17 04:19 pm (UTC)I like the character and meta similarities you pointed out between DW and SH -- I hadn't thought of it before, but it does make so much sense!
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