Willow Holmes and Dr Tara Watson
I am a huge fan of the Series Sherlock Holmes, Starring Jeremy Brett and Edward Hardwicke. I thought it would be fun to have our Willow and Tara in the staring roles of their adventures. There will be of course some differences in the relationship between Holmes and Watson. After all they are Willow and Tara. Love will always be in the air.
With the Detective side I hope to run on the lines of the stories written By Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. Although there will be the odd Vampire and demon in the future. Although we are in London it will not be a London in the Sherlock Holmes books. Hell mouth anyone? Buffy and co will be here as we go along this is an AU after all.
Not to sure what it will be yet. So I will not say
No Copyrights intended to either Buffy the Vampire Slayer or to The Novels written by Sir Conan Doyle.
This is for fun and not profit in any way.
This is not beta read, and I am not to good at writing as I am sure you will be able to tell. This is my first attempt so please be kind if you can.
If you would like to post this anywhere else please let me know.
Feedback would be very welcome.
On with the story.
Willow Holmes moved with grace through the graveyard, stake in one hand and a small oil lamp in the other.
“Buffy are you hear….Buffy? Willow whispered holding the lamp up to light the way in front of her. Shadows played across the grave stones, as an owl hooted in the distance.
“Over here, Willow.”
Willow Holmes moved forward and sighed with relief as Buffy and Xander came into view.
“Sorry I’m late, Inspector Lestrade called a view hours ago and he need a bit of help.”
“Set him on the right track I hope.” Buffy asked looking around the gravestones in the dim light. Before looking up and giving Willow a warm smile. Willow grinned back before looking more serious on what they were about to do.
“This is the one we want right?” Xander asked holding up a couple of shovels.
Buffy was knelt on the newly dug earth. She read form the stone. “Mary Stewart, 1865-1888.”
Buffy nodded as together they started to dig, Willow holding the light and keeping watch.
The year was 1888 and my name is Dr Tara Watson. I had just finished my degree in London to be a Doctor Of Medicine and set up a small but successful practice in the heart of London. It was unusually for the time for a woman alone to be independent and successful and yet my practice was full, with the wealthy and not so wealthy Lady’s and dames of the London area. As there years rolled by however Lady’s and dames where not the only patients I would have.
My Parents had been killed some years early and I had been left a small fortune, in which I put to good use in my hopes in following in my Fathers footsteps, into the medical profession. College although mainly a male domain had been a wonderful experience I left with a range of friends that to this day remain in my heart. It was one of these friends, Emily that had introduced to me one Willow Holmes, and from that day on I was forever in her debt. Although many I am sure would have been running for the hills.
Emily had taken up a nurse’s duty at a local hospital; we meet once a week at Criterion Bar for dinner and to trade the gossip of the week. I had mentioned that my Life was pretty lonely and that I was looking for a new place to live. Somewhere a bit livelier then the small rooms above my growing practice. I had plans for the rooms and to do so meant moving out.
My companion look up from her meal and reach for her class of red wine in front of her. “ Strange that you should mention it my dear Tara. Before coming here I was in a lively discussion with a friend about the same subject.”
“Really? Who would that be?” I enquired with interest.
“A young lady that spends a great deal of time in the Laboratory up at the hospital. She was just saying this very morning that she had found some lovely rooms, but that were a bit to large for just one, she was wondering if I new someone that would perhaps share the rooms and the expense‘s.”
“ If she really wants someone to share, it would be ideal for me as well. Emily who is the lady you speak off?”
Emily gave a laugh and had a very wicked grin on her face. “ Then you have to meet Ms Willow Holmes, she is a little strange in her ways, but enthusiast into science and reserve although I am not to sure what in.”
“A medical student perhaps?” I pondered.
“Not that I am aware of. She seems well informed in Anatomy and by all accounts a first-class chemist, but as far as I am ware is not enrolled in any of the university class’s. She is quiet and a bit eccentric, but very knowledgeable in a wide range of subjects. Very beautiful in looks but does not seem to have many friends. The friends I have seen seem a bit odd ” Emily remarked to me. Not mentioning that Willow like myself tended to run around in men’s clothing.
I had to smile to Emily anything a little unusually was strange to me friend. “Perhaps I could meet her?”
“Why not, I am sure I can arrange for you to meet. In fact why don’t you come back to the labs with me? She is sure to be there at this hour, she has been for the past week working away for hours at a time.”
“That sounds like a plan.” The conversation drifted away as other matters came into our discussion.
“Did you read in the paper about that poor woman they found down at the docks”? Emily asked with a bit of excitement in her voice.
“They brought the poor dear to the hospital, nothing could be done, she had been dead for hours. The doctors have know idea how she died, scared to death they say. No signs of any injuries other then a couple of bit makes on her neck.”
I looked up with interest. “ Indeed, I read that the other day the lady’s name was Mary Stewart. That’s the sixth death in as many months.”
“Its not safe out Tara, strange things are happening.” Emily look a little scared as she looked around us.
“Emily,” I reached for her hand over the table. “ It is always dangerous, and strange in London, that’s nothing new. Just don’t go running around the dock, or late at night by yourself. I am sure you’ll be fine. Besides, my friend, Paul meets you every night at the hospital gate. You are as safe as can be.” I assured my friend.
Not long after we started back to the hospital.
I was more then looking forward to meeting Willow Holmes she sounded like a very interesting young woman.
Should I continue?
Snuggles.
"You take my soul with you. Tara "Once more with feeling.
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at: 5/30/03 8:19:25 am
should u continue 
your story is really interesting and I want to know how they live together etc.
more
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. Please keep going with this fic. 
Please do continue the story, I'd love to see where it goes. And the Victorian speech patterns are adorable, just like the Flashman novels I love reading.
...at least I hope so. Please update often. I am looking forward to scenes of W/T learning to live together...if you borrow from the Brent stories I forsee some humorous moments. Neat Idea ! 
I hate when I type to quickly and make errors. I meant Brett not Brent. Sorry ! 
will two fingers do 