A/N: I have finally had enough inspiration to rewrite this and I think it turned out pretty well. :p Anyway, I hope you will enjoy this rewrite. :D

Revisions

"Jeremy, why do you look so smug?" Watson asked as he took a seat next to his friend.

Jeremy looked at Watson with his green eyes sparkling. "Remember when Holmes was ranting the other day that the scripts we received was worse than what you had actually written up and that any change would be better than what was written?"

Watson nodded. "Yes."

"Well, let's say that I am putting his theory to the test," Jeremy said, smirking.

Watson raised an eyebrow. "Oh? And will Holmes have any idea about the change?"

Jeremy grinned. "None whatsoever."

Watson shook his head in exasperation.


The day before filming

"What is the meaning of this?"

Every head in the studio turned to look in Holmes' direction. He was standing in the open doorway, holding the revised script above his head, as his sharp grey eyes scanned the rested on a small group of three on the farther side of the studio. He narrowed his eyes and was suspicious of their innocent exprssions. Especially Jeremy's.

Even though Holmes done only a couple episodes with Jeremy Brett and David Burke, he had discovered a streak of mischeviousness in the former and a willingness to follow in the latter. Watson liked them both and was already starting to pick up some of their characteristics, so it wasn't too much of a stretch for him to be involved as well.

As Holmes finished processing this information, which took only a few seconds, the directo came up to him and said, "The script had been changed for nearly a week. Jeremy was supposed to let you know."

"He must have forgotten," Holmes said as he turned to face the dirctor.

Out of the corner of his eye, Holmes caught David handing something to Jeremy, who accepted it with a smirk. In that moment, Holmes knew for certain who the mastermind was out of the group. As he made his way to the three, his mind started to plan his revenge against Brett. He would launch it when the target would least suspect it.


Two weeks later

"And cut!"

With a relieved sigh, Jeremy stepped off the set. He sat in a chair and closed his eyes, hoping for a few moments of rest. He had come in earlier than usual and now, near the end of the day, he was paying for it.

Jeremy, tuned out the sounds the other cast members and the crew were making as they prepared for the next scene and took comfort in the thought of seeing Joanie tonight. He didn't realize he had dozed off until he suddenly felt his chair giving way from under him.

Jeremy's eyes snapped open as he tried, and failed, to regain his balance. When he saw the the cause, he glared at him. Holmes, in turn, gave him an apologetic look.

"I am sorry. My foot seemed to have caught the back leg of your chair," Holmes said.

Jeremy silently accepted the hand Holmes had extended and pulled himself up. He knew that was Holmes's revenge and mentally kicked himself for not expecting retribution. "It's fine."

As Holmes walked away, Jeremy's expression cleared and he grinned. He had a feeling that working with Holmes won't be a dull thing.

End