whoever you are, whatever your parents told you

You know what bandom needs more of? SILLY PLOTTY FIC. Like an Agatha Christie AU (... which, imagining Brendon as Miss Marple makes me burble with laughter a little) where they solve CRIME and there are SUSPICIOUS GIRLS who are really secret agents (Special Agent Asher -- c'mon, you'd read it) and villains who are so much more menacing for the mundane personas they assume. And I realise that this isn't really silly plotty fic any more, but sort of slick noir, but I am pretty sure that a balance could be found. Somehow.

Or! or! What if it they were detectives who solved small crimes (think, um, think Mma Ramotswe from the #1 Ladies' Detective Agency) and suddenly one day someone just turned up at their tiny office and asked them to investigate a case that soon spun out into a HUGE FUCKING THING that involved maybe the government and lots of jewels? And Brendon & Spencer would be so in over their heads (the Principles of Detection never prepared them for this! It's exactly like living in a cliche!) and also terrified and there would be a lot of traveling around and staying in hotel rooms and midnight terrified cuddling. \o/

... come to think of it, their dynamic reads more as a Tommy & Tuppence Beresford one, only a lot more failsome. However, the general principle of the thing remains: GAY MARRIED DETECTIVES FOREVER. Although I would also read Spencer Smith: Really Sherlock Holmes.