It is here, another product of my insane ramblings. Many thanks are due to Not You and rabidsamfan who beta-ed for me, and are both the only reason this chapter doesn’t suck quite as much as it could. rabidsamfan in particular bunnied the ending into shape, for which I am very grateful.
And for those of you who might be wondering why Watson is so injured after merely falling from a bike… well, it was this type of bike.
To hell with it. Chapter six.
This chapter brought to you by the madness of the second day of NaNoWriMo, so forgive typos, mistakes, etc.
Here’s a nice soundtrack for the chapter for you. Sadly the site is under construction at the moment, but when it returns, there will be lots of free steampunky music there. Horay! (I stole all the albums before he started playing with the site).
The show goes on here. Or you can see what nice Mr. The Hitcher thinks about combining the future and the past…
(I’m going to see the Mighty Boosh live next month, and I’m more than a little excited about it).
EDIT: Ta muchly to all those who have picked up the typos for me. Muah! x
… although I admit I was tempted. ^.~
This chapter is brought to you by the number 23, the letter w, and the fact that I could NO LONGER BEAR writing it. From this point onwards all similarities to STUD will be dropped. Writing a story with the same basic plot as another is incredibly tedious. Sure it’s out of copyright, but you know what kids? The copyright act was invented for a reason.
(and that reason was to supply us with lots of lovely books in big libraries, yum)
SO. Brief disclaimers: slash, crack, general abuse of Watson’s character, (over use of parenthesis) and incredibly poor aseptic technique. All those who spot the CLUUUE relating to tentacles shall receive a sticky gold star*.
* Actual sticky star may or may not exist. Suck it up.
