Say It Like You Mean It

Saying Each Other’s Names

NAILED IT!! 😄

It was almost the last sight she saw before unconsciousness claimed her - eclipsed only by the merest glimpse of the man who’d saved her.

A man she knew for certain had not been part of her crew.

A sound, a splash barely heard above the angry crashing of waves and the booming thunder, but one that nevertheless caught his attention. He turned his eyes from the unconscious sea captain’s face and met the quizzical gaze of his PodMate Victor. “Not like you to take a fancy to a pretty face, Yellowbeard,” he said lightly. “Especially not a human.”

“She’s…different,” Sherlock murmured, ignoring the childish nickname, stolen from a human pirate who’d long since met his doom and whose bones now decorated the bottom of the ocean not far from here.

“Different?” Victor swam closer, peered into her face, then back up at Sherlock. “How?”

He shook his head. “I don’t know,” he admitted. “But I plan to find out.”

Victor shrugged. “Suit yourself. We’ve done as the Queen asked and sunk the ship for trespassing above our territory; she said nothing about taking prisoners…but then again,” he added with a grin, “she didn’t say we couldn’t.”

With a flick of his tail, he vanished beneath the waves, leaving Sherock and the unconscious woman alone together.

With one last, lingering glance at her face, he pulled her away from the wreckage of her ship and toward one of the many small islands his ancestors had created millenia ago.

It was almost the last sight she saw before unconsciousness claimed her - eclipsed only by the merest glimpse of the man who’d saved her.

A man she knew for certain had not been part of her crew.

Mycroft sees Sherlock as a drug dependent annoying little brother

John sees Sherlock as a friend and colleague, but he doesn’t truly see Sherlock for who he is.

If it’s true, then say it anyway.

It’s just a moment and it passes quickly, but for that moment, it takes their relationship to a completely new dimension. I remember trying to put my finger on what it was about the way he says “If it’s true just say it anyway” that really hit me. I know a lot of people saw the change in his voice and expression as Sherlock snapping out of his panic and being pragmatic, focusing on the task. But to me, it was something else.

It was special because there was something so very intimate about the way he addresses her here. Like @rosamundi says, it’s like for a moment he forgot about the bomb. I would add, he forgot about everything, Everything else disappears and it’s truly an instance of remarkable acting by Benedict. Everything stops and there’s just the two of them, face to face. This is not Sherlock playing Eurus’ game, trying to save Molly’s life, trying to win. This is just Sherlock suddenly being drawn out of his surroundings, his context, himself. Sherlock just wanting to hear Molly telling him she loves him. It’s Sherlock suddenly and unexpectedly ready to hear it. Wanting to finally hear it.

Not that he would know what to do about it or that he would happily reciprocate. Oh, no, that would be too simple and it wouldn’t be Sherlock and Molly at all. But from some murky depth, from some place that has been simmering and growing, that has been repressed and rationalized and has remained incoherent, something suddenly surfaces for a moment amidst all the pressure and takes over.

I’ve said before that in this scene Molly finally decides to stop playing the game that they’ve been playing to preserve their friendship and his illusions about himself. I always gave all the credit for “no more games” to her because to me this was so clearly there from the moment she first responds to his request. But watching and hearing Sherlock in this moment, it’s like it was a split second transformation for him too, a fleeting moment of unrationalised gut reaction clarity where he actually dares her to indeed stop playing the game. 

I reeeally liked this one! A good fit for some romantic Victorian sherlolly. ❤️ 

“What the blazes are you doing?!” Molly demanded, a blush flooding her cheeks as she was, admittedly quite expertly, swept along the dance floor by Sherlock Holmes.

“I thought cutting in while you were waltzing with your fiancé would have made it all rather obvious,” he replied with a little smirk.

“I can endure no more of these games, Mr. Holmes,” she stated firmly, the tiny quiver in her chin giving away the depth of her frustration. “If you wish to be rid of me as you’ve made so very plain in the past, then I beg you do not pull me from the arms of a man who genuinely wants me!”

Sherlock came to a full stop on the dance floor, uncaring of the couples who continued to move around them, intensely focusing his gaze and attention on nothing but her as he spoke just loud enough for her to hear above the music.

So, when he and Molly get done with the skeleton, and continue the London case, there’s the bit where Molly questions “Car?” and Shilcott replies with “They’re cars, not carriages.” She gives Sherlock a ‘look’ and Sherlock responds rather wittily “He said he liked trains…”

Molly stifles a laugh -

The scene then cuts back to Mr. Holmes for no good reason other than  to show how pleased he is with himself for LITERALLY less than 2 seconds.

He is extremely pleased with himself, knowing that she actually found him amusing.. And he was trying!!

Mind you, this scene is followed by “The one person who mattered the most”

UPDATE I AM SCREAMING HERE

I APOLOGIZE FOR THE QUALITY

“did you get him off a murder charge” “No, helped him put up some shelves.”