A Letter To My Brain:

Dear Brain,

NO. Stop right there. Just stop. I can see exactly what you’re trying to do, and it’s Very Not Cool.

First, that dream? The one with Sherlock and the sicilienne from Fauré’s version of Palléas et Mélisande? Okay, yes, I fangirled a little when I remembered it. Not really his kind of piece, but it was the last thing I listened to before I fell asleep, so I get it.

But was it enough to leave it as a dream? Nooo. No, you had to go and ambush me on the train with this whole AU crossover plot about violinist!Sherlock and pianist!Spencer being tortured genius ex-child prodigies with drug problems and rehab and music, spectacular music, which was a low blow and you know it. And don’t get me started on bodyguard!Morgan.

I thought we agreed on case!fic for this crossover! I thought we were cool with doing blood and gore and joint investigations! In fact, I thought we agreed that this was the single best idea we’ve ever had ever! So STOP. Stop it. I refuse. I am not doing this. Nope. Never. Not happening.

This is so happening, isn’t it.