Hello :) Here's another oneshot for you all. Enjoy!

I should have known better than to interrupt Holmes during one of his experiments. On most days I would not have bothered him, on most days I would remember my common sense. Today, however, there was a rather pressing issue that needed attention. It is for this reason (which I've begun to think really wasn't that important after all) that I am currently trying to salvage what is left of my favorite waistcoat and also to wash an entirely unpleasant, not to mention very purple, substance from my face and hair.

I hadn't meant to startle him to the degree that he spun around so quickly as to coat me almost completely with his current experiment (I still have not asked him just what it was, I do not think I wish to know).

After I had succeeded in getting the majority of the solution off of my person and changed into clean clothing, I returned to the sitting room to find Holmes endeavoring to rescue the remainder of his research from off of the floor. To my surprise and growing apprehension; the tips of his fingers, which had looked perfectly normal a few minutes ago, were starting to turn an alarming shade of grayish purple.

"Holmes!" I questioned, "What on earth is happening to your hands?"

"Oh," He answered me without looking up, "it seems that this is the effect my experiment has on human skin."

I paled. Going back into my room, I examined myself in the looking glass.

Sure enough my face had already started to turn purple, as had, to my utter dismay and chagrin, my hair.

I slumped down onto the bed, silently plotting how I could repay Holmes for this, when I heard him calling at me from the other room. "It is entirely your own fault Watson. Do not blame me!"

I sighed. It was my own fault, I should have known better.

As it turns out, the artificial colouring only lasted three or four days (during which time I stayed indoors) before my skin returned to its original shade. My hair, however, was another matter entirely. I had to endure an endless amount of questions and comments, even a very un-Lestrade like giggle (yes Lestrade, it was a giggle. Holmes is my witness), regarding my interesting hair colour until it started to fade, five long and arduous months later.

Suffice this to say I was very careful after that to keep my person as far away from Holmes experiment as was possible, and never again did I interrupt him while he was working at his chemical bench. Mrs. Hudson however… Well, that is a story for another time.

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Jfreak