Pretty in Punk
please R&R!! Oh, and I've been forgetting the disclaimer.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in this fic. Except
maybe the Doomsday band that has gone missing.
Holmes sighed as he examined himself in the mirror. It was a
great costume, and he really looked like a 'rocker'. He would give
himself that much. But it was the total opposite of the true him, and
he didn't like it at all. Of course, he still was going through with
it. He never turned down a case just because he didn't like it.
Lestrade came out from his bathroom and turned around for
Holmes to examine. "What do you think?" she asked, still twirling. She
was covered in tight black pants and shirt. At least five chains were
dangling from her pants and one from her neck.
"You're going to strangle yourself, Lestrade. And you must
weigh at least ten more pounds with all that rubbish you insisted on
puttin on." Holmes shook his head and wondered if this was some prank
Grayson was playing to get back at him for that little 'expiriment'
Holmes played on him a week ago.
Lestrade interupted his thoughts. "Yeah, well, you need chains
for where we're going. They make excellent weapons." She lightly
(well, as lightly as you can with a heavy metal chain) swung it around
to show him what she meant.
Holmes sounded annoyed. He had been in a bad mood ever since
they came back from that concert. "You needn't be so violent all the
time, Lestrade. The whole world is not going to attack you. And don't
break anything." Holmes added as she almost hit a vase with her newly
Suddenly, the doorbell rang, interupting their little argument.
"I'll get it!" Watson called from the other room. There was a sound of
the door opening and a minute later all the irregulars had filed into
Deidre gaped upon seeing the punked Holmes. He was wearing
baggy, black jeans with so many pockets you couldn't count them all.
His shirt black, too, with a white skull on the chest. His hair was
spiked, (much against his will. Lestrade had to litterally bribe him)
and he had a chain or two of his own. Deidre swallowed hard. "Mr.
Holmes..." she managed to get out, still gaping. "I... that is...
you..." she paused. Finally the whole situation hit her as terribly
funny and Deidre burst out laughing. "Guess no deer stalker cap for
you tonight!!" she went into hysterics at the thought of Holmes trying
to fit his deer stalker cap upon that spiked head of his.
With Deidre rolling on the floor, laughing, Holmes trying to
calm her down, and Lestrade putting in a giggle or two of her own,
Wiggins took charge. He cleared his throat. "So, Lestrade, we think it
would be cool to be in your guy's band, but can any of you play
instruments or anything?"
Holmes gave up on Deidre and went over to Wiggins. "I've quite
perfected the violin." Holmes gestured towards the violin thingy
sitting in the corner of the room.
Wiggins looked at it uncertainly. "That's not exactly a punk
rock instrument, if you know what I mean." Wiggins bit his lip. "But
it is sorta like the electric guitar. you just hold it differently."
He brightened up. "I'm an expert at the electric guitars. I'll show
you the basics. We'll both play the electric guitars in the band, and
Deidre can totally rock the drums! Right, Deidre?"
Deidre had come to her senses while Wiggins was talking and now
answered a definent "Yes."
"Beep beep whur." Tennyson looked at Wiggins hopefully.
Wiggins grinned back. "Sure, there's always room for the
keyboard." Wiggins turned to Lestrade. "How 'bout you, Inspector?"
Lestrade looked towards the ground. "Umm... I can sing, I
"Great!" Wiggins replied, not noting Lestrade's sudden sheepish
mood. "Now we need a name for our band. Something punkish."
Deidre piped up. "The Rebels?" Everyone nodded their heads in
agreement. So they became 'The Rebels".
please ignore any spelling mistakes! R&R, please! Oh, and I
need some ideas for the next part. thanx!!!!!!!
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