antiques for the home

My first casefic attempt: “Someone we don’t fool” (a.k.a. Miss Fisher vs Mrs Archibald Jones)

So…voila! Here it is! My very first casefic attempt is now on Ao3 entitled: “Someone we don’t fool” (a.k.a. Miss Fisher vs Mrs Archibald Jones).

I’m just about finished, but decided to venture forth (with much encouragement from @robinv-ellacott, (a.k.a. @comeaftermejackrobinson on Ao3) to start posting it so I’m not tempted to hide it away forever!

Fic Summary:            

“Having perfected our disguise, we spend our lives searching for someone we don’t fool.”
― Robert Brault

Phryne is hired by an art and antiques dealer friend to look into a case that happens to coincide with an international smuggling case involving Egyptian antiquities. She goes undercover to investigate during a premier antiques exhibit at a large estate home, only to run into Mr and Mrs Archibald Jones.

Notes:    

Set not too long after S2 x 7, Blood at the Wheel, I was inspired to (very loosely) base my story on a real-life Interpol one. My version also includes a dead body because it stars Phryne and Jack after all!

Also, since this is my first attempt at a case fic, please do suspend your logic and forgive me for any crazy plot holes!

Let me know what you think (if you don’t like it, throw soft-filled cushions shaped like cupcakes)!

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.