new: "Detective work"
Mar. 24th, 2012 07:31 pmtitle: Detective work
ao3 - here.
author: rodlox
Summary: In the near future, when the spell is broken, Emma meets some of the town's Private Investigators.
disclaimer: I own none of the characters. Emma is property of the show. The Cat in the Hat is property of Dr. Seuss. Sam Spade is property of D.Hammett. Irene Adler is property of Sir A.C.Doyle.
rating: PG.
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Two of Storybrooke's Private Investigators walked in.
Emma tried to ignore the fact that it was a dark and story evening - we've been having a lot of those ever since Gold and Regina died and half the town remembered who they really are. But that included the guy who was almost bouncing off the walls, and now half-singing:
♪I know you,
♪I know you too;
♪And we'll all have fun with you♪
Emma shut her eyes long enough to remind herself that she wasn't allowed to kill the Cat in the Hat. No matter how rhymingy he got. Or how many bizarre creatures he found in cubboards and closets. Or how pissed Henry was that he and everyone else hadn't been returned to a fantasy land.
The P.I.s looked like this wasn't anything strange to them. In fact, "Encyclopedia can't come," said the guy who looked a little like a blonde Satan. "He's been grounded."
"I suppose we'll have to make do," Emma said from where she sat behind her Sheriff's desk, trying to remember if Encyclopedia was a fantasy person, or the name of someone who hadn't yet broken through the spellcasing. "You're Sam Spade, right?" Emma asked.
"I am indeed."
Well what do you know, reading the Maltese Falcon actually came in handy.
"I'm Irene," the young lady said. "I understand you need our help?"
"Irene Adler?" Emma asked, nodding in answer to Irene's question.
"You are well-informed, Sheriff. That was my maiden name."
"So you're Irene Holmes now?"
She looked at Emma with a gaze of horror. "Heavens no. My name is Irene Wolfe."
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the end
ao3 - here.
author: rodlox
Summary: In the near future, when the spell is broken, Emma meets some of the town's Private Investigators.
disclaimer: I own none of the characters. Emma is property of the show. The Cat in the Hat is property of Dr. Seuss. Sam Spade is property of D.Hammett. Irene Adler is property of Sir A.C.Doyle.
rating: PG.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~`
Two of Storybrooke's Private Investigators walked in.
Emma tried to ignore the fact that it was a dark and story evening - we've been having a lot of those ever since Gold and Regina died and half the town remembered who they really are. But that included the guy who was almost bouncing off the walls, and now half-singing:
♪I know you,
♪I know you too;
♪And we'll all have fun with you♪
Emma shut her eyes long enough to remind herself that she wasn't allowed to kill the Cat in the Hat. No matter how rhymingy he got. Or how many bizarre creatures he found in cubboards and closets. Or how pissed Henry was that he and everyone else hadn't been returned to a fantasy land.
The P.I.s looked like this wasn't anything strange to them. In fact, "Encyclopedia can't come," said the guy who looked a little like a blonde Satan. "He's been grounded."
"I suppose we'll have to make do," Emma said from where she sat behind her Sheriff's desk, trying to remember if Encyclopedia was a fantasy person, or the name of someone who hadn't yet broken through the spellcasing. "You're Sam Spade, right?" Emma asked.
"I am indeed."
Well what do you know, reading the Maltese Falcon actually came in handy.
"I'm Irene," the young lady said. "I understand you need our help?"
"Irene Adler?" Emma asked, nodding in answer to Irene's question.
"You are well-informed, Sheriff. That was my maiden name."
"So you're Irene Holmes now?"
She looked at Emma with a gaze of horror. "Heavens no. My name is Irene Wolfe."
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the end
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Date: 2012-03-25 04:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-03-26 08:10 pm (UTC)explanation of their marriage in teh second chapter (en route)
I'm tempted to say that Sherlock dresses like Santa. :)
thank you.