Not What She Appears
by Alicia (aisumitsukai at home.com)
Lestrade is not what she appears! -gasp-
I'd been skimming the net all morning when I realised I hadn't
really and truly galumphed around this board in a while. So, I've
come to galumph! And bother you all with fanfiction. Jeeze, I
missed you guys! Enjoy.
Elizabeth Lestrade had very high standards. She took
pride in very few things she did and was impressed by very
little, with the enormous exeption of a Mr. S. Holmes. However,
one thing she did take pride in was her acting ability. In fact,
had she not such an enormous amount of respect for said Mr. S.
Holmes (albeit a respect slightly lessened now that she had to
deal with him on a regular, if unpredictable basis) she would
have thought her abilities on par with his. At any rate, this
overly respected future husband of hers (though he didn't know
that yet) did not show any signs of clueing into her melodrama,
which was the basis of her pride. Of course he could be faking it
just as she was, but she prefered to think otherwise.
Today had been particularly fun. They'd had an enormous
argument. Though she couldn't quite recall what it had been
about. She brushed that aside, though, as it helped her stay in
character. Not that this role was hard to play. She had been
known for her temper and Lone Wolf Syndrome even before she began
to play them up.
This newest acting job was by far the most amusing of her
brilliant, if unknown career. She could rage on and be rude and
no one would think anything of it... she also liked to believe
that The Woman would get a good laugh from watching her string
Holmes along. And besides, Holmes was ridiculously cute when he
was trying to be arrogant.
It helped also that she had a confidante in this little
musical. The Chief Inspector got a kick out of being loud and
bumbling. When she had first uncovered his act she hadn't been
quite sure why he chose such a character, but now, when she
listened to him chortle over the faces of his smug employees she
understood perfectly. One day he would stop pretending, and the
rug would be yanked out from underneath all those lovely little
Yardie boots and land them face first in the mud. It was mean,
yes, but they really could be so insufferable sometimes. And
Holmes, he was the most insufferable of the bunch. Besides, it made
for great coffee conversation.
All the same, however, she was quite glad her love for Holmes
wasn't yet another act. It felt good to be real from time to time
in a world where nothing was really what it was.
Voila! An odd little thing I came up with while washing my
hair the other day.... o.O
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