In which my plot bunnies have a litter.
Nov. 1st, 2012 07:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
I am honestly not allowed to think anymore. At first it was just typing which made my brain do mad things. Now I'm just innocently reading The Five Pips, trying to be a responsible author and get this week's 60 done (It's these damn 60s which keep getting me in trouble! Or ACD perhaps.) and my Lestrade idea just doubled in size.
Because I love Lestrade, and if I'm going to put him to all the trouble of being time travelled, I don't want to just give him a little case to work with Holmes and Watson - I'd like to give him something with a little meat.
So, I don't know, how about - um - maybe - Jack the Ripper, perhaps?
Except my brain doesn't stop there. Because when Lestrade gets pulled back to his own time - guess who goes with him?
Because I love Lestrade, and if I'm going to put him to all the trouble of being time travelled, I don't want to just give him a little case to work with Holmes and Watson - I'd like to give him something with a little meat.
So, I don't know, how about - um - maybe - Jack the Ripper, perhaps?
Except my brain doesn't stop there. Because when Lestrade gets pulled back to his own time - guess who goes with him?
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