IT IS FINISHED

HI GUYS MY NAME IS ASHLEY AND I JUST FINISHED NANOWRIMO.

 So, my story ended up being exactly 24,922 words long.  Very tiny, I know.  But as I have a habit of writing brief stories, that is as long as the story would go.  I even stretched it out about 5K by doing something crazy.  But I couldn't stretch it any longer, and since I am part of the Young Writers Program, I can choose the word count I want.  :) 
 Anyway, so I'm done.  WOW.  It's been incredible.  I am definitely doing it again next year!  I had trouble at times and at one point I was 4K behind, but as the NaNoWriMo contract says I have bragging rights, let me say that the day I woke up 4K behind, I went to bed a couple hundred over my all-caught-up word count.  Uh huh, that's right.  Hopefully in December when I go through it all, I do not find that all the stuff I wrote was junk. o_O

Sherlock Fanfiction

Once upon a time, a girl named Ashley watched Jeremy Brett as Sherlock Holmes in The Adventure of the Six Napoleons.  Ashley adored that episode.  Then Ashley read the story in Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's Sherlock Holmes book.  Ashley also adored that story.  So Ashley was discussing her favorite scene with her awesome friend Janey, and Ashley randomly wrote fanfiction which incorporated this scene into BBC's modern adaption of Sherlock.  Janey loved it so much that she begged and begged for Ashley to put it on her blog.  So Ashley did, despite her qualms and embarrassment.  Here it is.

"We're not jealous of you...at Scotland Yard. No, sir." Lestrade's face became sombre, and Sherlock turned to him with an air of surprise. "No?" he muttered. "No," Lestrade answered firmly. "We're proud of you." He continued as if afraid that if he waited a moment longer to speak he would not have the courage to finish. "There's not a man among us - from the oldest constable to the youngest officer - who wouldn't be glad to shake you by the hand." He smiled hesitantly, as if afraid Sherlock would ridicule him for his sincerity.

For a few seconds Sherlock seemed at a loss for words. Disbelief, astonishment, and elation chased each other across his features. Finally he turned to Lestrade, forcing a cool smile. "Thank you," he said non-chalantly, and then repeated the words with more sentiment John had ever heard from him. “Thank you.” John looked at him in surprise. "Sherlock...you okay?" Sherlock sniffed. "Of course. Let's....get going." Lestrade held out his hand, waiting for Sherlock to take it. At first the consulting detective stared at it with distaste, but in a sudden, uncharacteristic action he clasped Lestrade warmly by the hand and smiled briefly. Without another word he abruptly turned and walked away with John, leaving Lestrade staring at his hand in astonishment.

Well, there is was.  What did you think?  No, don't tell me what you think.  This is my first ever fanfiction and I'm super embarrassed.  Actually yes tell me what you think.  No, don't.  Well, do whatever you want.  I won't look.  Actually I will.  If anyone wants me to expound on this, I'll do my best....but if it's great just the way it is, yippee.

-Ashley