the adventure of the holodeck || data & martin

by **thegirlnamedcrow** Thu Feb 05, 2015 4:05 pm

All was just as it should be in 221B Baker Street. Each leaf of paper

was in its place, each of the many trinkets sitting just where their

owner desired.

To the casual observer, the clutter sprawled across every available

surface seemed to be nothing but a pile of junk, but Data knew

better. He knew that each and every object in the flat had been

selected for its particular significance by their owner. By him, for

all intents and purposes, because, for the time being, Lieutenant

Commander Data of the Starship Enterprise was no more. No, in his

place was Sherlock Holmes, beloved genius detective.

All was just as it should be. Which meant, of course, that something

of interest would have to happen soon, in order to propel their story

along. And indeed, as he sat in his chair, eyes scanning across that

morning's paper, Data heard, faintly, the noise of metal scraping

against metal from downstairs.

“I do believe that the post has arrived, my dear Watson,” Data said,

pausing for a moment to take a long drag at his pipe. It was not a

real pipe, of course – though his systems were doubtless invulnerable

to the adverse affects of tobacco smoking, he thought it advisable to

avoid triggering the holodeck's fire sensor. After exhaling a

billowing cloud of smoke, he added, “Would you be so good as to fetch

it for me?”