Sherlock

18/28 - Sherlock S2 Promo Picture I bought at sherlocked 2015 & scanned/edited - Benedict Cumberbatch mucking about outside Irene Adler’s house - These take over an hour to do so Please do not repost Anywhere. Feel free to use for edits on Tumblr Only, but please link back to this page for credit, ta!

Sherlock found the local forensic department insufferable, so he sent Molly the autopsy report to have her professional opinion. But between Sherlock wearing glasses (which Molly finds particularly sexy), Toby meowing from the next room and her usual technical problems, Molly was not being able to concentrate. 

Without

In the Granada Holmes episode ‘The Devil’s Foot’ Holmes decides to go without drugs. He pours out his morphine vial and buries his syringe on the beach.

I wanted to do this scene with modern Sherlock and here it is. Watercolor, Color Pencil, 17x24cm, 2,5 hours

For this month’s @sherlockchallenge Prompt September 2019: Without

“So the woman I met as Faith—you’re saying that was my long lostsister?”

“That’s what she said, yes.”

“And she was pretending to be your therapist, as well?  Fascinating.”

“Yeah.  Plus she wasalso…”  John trailed off.  

“What?”

“Do you want some tea?  Icould murder a cuppa right now.”

Sherlock frowned.  "You weregoing to say something.  Something aboutthis person…  Eurus.  She was also…  what?“

“Nothing.  It’snothing.  In fact, I’ve forgotten.”

“Or should I say ‘whom’?  Did she have yet another disguise?”

John shook his head. “Couldn’t have. Impersonating three separate people, just to get close to us?  That’d just be silly.”  John rocked back and forth on his heels, hishands shoved innocently into his pockets. Sherlock narrowed his eyes.

“You’re hiding something. Why?”

“Just forget it.”

“Who else could Eurus possibly have disguised herself as?  Neither of us associate with many people, andthe ones we do, we’ve known for a long time. She can’t have been impersonating Molly or Mary or Mrs Hudson.”

“No, certainly not.”

“And we don’t know any other women.”

“Nope.”

Sherlock stared long and hard at John, clearly deducing every singlethread, button, or smudge on his body. John squirmed.  

Suddenly Sherlock let out a gasp.

“Oh, here it is,” said John, covering his face with one hand.

“The woman on the bus!  Youraffair.”  Sherlock stared into thedistance, the full horror of the situation seeming to dawn on him bydegrees.  "John.  You cheated on Mary…  with my sister.“

John sighed and sank into his chair. "It was only texting!  Iswear.”

Sherlock slumped into his own chair, looking dazed.

“My sister.”  Hequirked an eyebrow at John. “So…  ”

“Yes?”

“Is she a lot like me?  Inany specific ways?”