so, i'm going to see the new sherlock holmes movie today

batman vs. sherlock holmes

this is not a fair question!

Things I need to do before going to see the movie:
*clean my room
*balance my checkbook
*clean the bathroom (it's getting kind of icky)
*change out of my pajamas

If somehow Batman/Bruce Wayne and Holmes did meet, what do you think would happen? Answers will get ficlets, possibly related, but no guarantees as to content, quantity or quality. There will be something fictional, though.

Or you can just tell me to go back to work on Things Already Seen, which I should probably do before all forward momentum is lost.
There's not panic in the halls, not quite, but everyone he passes is flushed, flustered, on the verge of hysteria or euphoria. Rodney, when he gives his report, manages to sound simultaneously thrilled that they still have juice in the ZPM and pissed that there's not enough to do anything more than last-ditch defensive measures. John wants to make a flippant remark about how he's sure there's an instruction manual, but given than a year's-worth of hard searching hadn't turned up anything usable, that doesn't really seem fair. So he holds his tongue and waits for the time to make his pitch.

"How long before we can send a MALP through to check out the address Ford got?" he asks Rodney first, because he can feel in his bones how necessary it is that this be his mission, his rescue. He can't afford to give away any more control of it than what Elizabeth requires to sign off on it.

Rodney looks disgruntled, clearly caught flat-footed. "That's really more Zalinsky's field than mine." (Zelenka, Elizabeth corrects, faintly bemused at Rodney and clearly irked at John.)

"Well, I'm sure your supervision would help speed things up," John tells him, half truth, half lie, half blatant flattery; he remembers that much of Rodney in the early days. The later days, too, although by then it had become less flattery and more reassurance.