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Dedicated to Una Stubbs Sherlock Holmes:  The Adventure of The Impetuous Majesty To Sherlock Holmes, she was always, That Bitch. I have seldom heard him mention her under any other name. To his eyes, she eclipses the entirety of the establishment of government. Whenever a bill is announced in these modern days, whenever Mycroft mentions Saturday Afternoon tea, whenever a veneer of a building that he had appreciated is knocked down, the resulting emotion is but a sly utterance of that bitch, in between breaths, and then the conversation is deftly moved elsewhere.  I am speaking of course, of her Majesty Queen Alexandrina Victoria Regina, Queen of Britain, Canada, Australia, New Zealand, Empress of India, and Head of The Commonwealth. Or as she is otherwise known, That Bitch.  I had seen little of Holmes, at the time. Due to the success of the matter of The Bruce Partington Plans, Holmes was due a celebratory Dinner. And as such, we were both busy in preparation. Of course,...

  I'm in a bit of a Doctor Who story block. For the moment, I thought it would be amusing to throw my hand at a Sherlock Holmes crackfic. This may be a one-time thing. I'm not dedicated to any particular cast of my Holmes and Watson either. I don't know, I wanted to make a cover and picked the laziest option. The Adventure of The Glorious Finance In the good year of 1896, Mr. Sherlock Holmes and I had been living at 221B Baker street for quite some time. Indeed, we had solved an indeterminable number of cases and received a good deal of money in the bargain. It was late in this year that I approached Holmes with a good deal of this money - and beyond the fairly meager amount owed to Mrs. Hudson, we were financially speaking, quite beyond our usual comforts. It had been a busy year. During it we dealt with the matter of the Veiled Lodger (of which I have already chronicled) and the adventure of the slightly larger than average Mouse of the D'Urbervilles. (For which the w...