New Fic: The Bollocks Series, Observer
Apr. 22nd, 2012 06:16 pmObserver
Fandom: Sherlock (BBC)
Rated: PG (Language)
Category: 221B Fic. Gen. John POV. Sherlock, John.
Series: One.
Spoilers: A Study in Pink.
Summary: John truly isn’t as oblivious as Sherlock thinks.
Word Count: Why, 221 (and ending with a “B” word), of course!
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I’m a doctor.
It’s my job to figure out problems with limited information.
Sure, my patients can usually talk, and that can help me, but it’s not always that easy. Sometimes, they can’t talk. Other times, they don’t know or won’t say what the problem is, and sometimes they flat out lie to me. But no matter what they say, it’s my job to find out the truth, even if they don’t want me to.
So, come to think of it, being a doctor is a lot like being a detective.
I observe, come up with a theory, then check it with treatments and tests.
I’m right more often than I’m wrong.
So, contrary to whatever my flatmate might say, I’m actually a pretty keen observer.
And I started observing him the moment I met him.
I didn’t just notice his mind-blowing leaps of logic that day. I also took in the fine jacket, the quality scarf, and the amazing coat, and I formed a theory.
Then I moved in with him, and I picked up on the quality of the violin and countless other things that cemented my hypothesis as fact.
Now, I’m still no Sherlock Holmes, and I’m not sure what he’s up to, but I know one thing.
Him needing help with the rent?
Well, that’s complete bollocks.
Fandom: Sherlock (BBC)
Rated: PG (Language)
Category: 221B Fic. Gen. John POV. Sherlock, John.
Series: One.
Spoilers: A Study in Pink.
Summary: John truly isn’t as oblivious as Sherlock thinks.
Word Count: Why, 221 (and ending with a “B” word), of course!
xxx
I’m a doctor.
It’s my job to figure out problems with limited information.
Sure, my patients can usually talk, and that can help me, but it’s not always that easy. Sometimes, they can’t talk. Other times, they don’t know or won’t say what the problem is, and sometimes they flat out lie to me. But no matter what they say, it’s my job to find out the truth, even if they don’t want me to.
So, come to think of it, being a doctor is a lot like being a detective.
I observe, come up with a theory, then check it with treatments and tests.
I’m right more often than I’m wrong.
So, contrary to whatever my flatmate might say, I’m actually a pretty keen observer.
And I started observing him the moment I met him.
I didn’t just notice his mind-blowing leaps of logic that day. I also took in the fine jacket, the quality scarf, and the amazing coat, and I formed a theory.
Then I moved in with him, and I picked up on the quality of the violin and countless other things that cemented my hypothesis as fact.
Now, I’m still no Sherlock Holmes, and I’m not sure what he’s up to, but I know one thing.
Him needing help with the rent?
Well, that’s complete bollocks.
