View from the Top
by Alicia (aisumitsukai at home.com)
A slightly new perspective on the H/L relationship (new
Yet another ficlet from yours truly I apologise in advance for
the spelling, etc. This is rather spur of the moment but I've
been considering a Greyson POV for a while so I think it turned
out all right....
Blast that ruddy primeval PI. Where in the blazes has he gone
this time? Lestrade, with her infinite subtlety, is moping all
over the place. I can't leave my office for fear of bumping into
her and having to sponge her up off the floor. Honestly, couldn't
she pine in private? You'd think she was some sort of silly
teenager, the way she's behaving.
And Watson! (It's easier to refer to him as 'Watson' instead of
'that machine who thinks he's a 20th century doctor'. I do,
however, recognise that he *is* a machine, not a human as *some*
people seem to think.) Not only is he overly worried about that
idiot in a deerstalker, but he's *much* too sympathetic with
Lestrade. Did he download Father Christmas's diaries as well as
Dr. John Watson's? Why is he so bloody *nice*? Honestly! He
should tell her to get a spine and stop taking her frustration
out on everyone else. She brought that fleabag home, not us!
And now, predictably, the aforementioned fleabag's scarpered off
on some wild goose chase and left her behind in the dust. Unlike
most people, apparently, I *love* to say I told you so. Which I
did. Several times.
But did she listen? Of course not! She's the indistructible
Inspector Lestrade. Arse-kicker extraordi-bloody-naire! She
doesn't realise she has a heart like the rest of us until it's
too bloody late! (I swear, I should be a fortune teller or some
namby-pamby thing like that... probably make more money....)
I should draw and quarter him, that thrice-blasted busybody,
for interfering with her. She used to be useful! Back in the good
old days when there were no handsome little amateur detectives to
make you look a fool. (I say 'amateur' with an enormous amount of
glee, despite what he says about professional detectives.)
I tell you, he's not coming back this time! Probably scampered
off with his paycheck to the Caribbean or some such place...
lucky little git. Not that I'm complaining; he's much more
trouble then he's worth.
Watson and Lestrade will get over the loss (not that Watson
needs to, he's a robot after all) and things will go on as
before -- oh, *God*.
So much for my career as a gypsy; the expired amateur hath
returned, trundling into my office as fine and dandy as ever.
He hasn't noticed me glaring at him yet, as he has his hands
full with Lestrade and her ranting. Personally, I think he
secretly enjoys antagonising her. Why does she always attract the
Sometimes, however, underneath all my hoping and praying,
I (sadly) realise he'll never actually leave. It's horrible having
to burst your own bubble.
Honestly, he's much too attached to Watson to leave him.
(Someone that awful needs someone that ridiculously nice around
to balance them out!) And if things continue on in this bloody
vein he and Lestrade will be attached by the ring finger on their
left hand before the year's out.
Sometimes they're so cute it's sickening.
I love Greyson, he's so cliched.
On to the sequel,
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