Jan 22
i think, as a sherlockian, we should start saying autumn instead of fall because of the trauma
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i think, as a sherlockian, we should start saying autumn instead of fall because of the trauma
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How hard do you think he's gripped onto that pack of cigarettes?
In honour of the episode dropping tonight(/tomorrow) I drew my first comic! Full strip below :)
All Sherlockians and Holmesians know the famous line, "It was worth a wound - it was worth many wounds - to know the depth of loyalty and love which lay behind that cold mask. The clear, hard eyes were dimmed for a moment, and the firm lips were shaking. For the one and only time I caught a glimpse of a great heart as well as of a great brain", from the original ACD canon. This line is said by John about Sherlock when John is injured during a case and Sherlock hurriedly rushes to his aid - showing how much he cares. I wish every time I think about it that they had used this line in some way in BBC's Sherlock. And here's where I think it should have gone. The Empty Hearse. I wish the first episode of season 3, The Empty Hearse, had been presented as a kind of parody of the very first season 1 episode of the series - A Study in Pink. I wish it had opened with John having a nightmare about Sherlock's death instead of the war, and then waking up alone in a disheveled 221b, and not knowing what to put on his blog anymore. No Mary, just John still mourning with us - the audience. And then, when Sherlock returns and sees the state he's left his dear Watson in, John thinks this line to us in narration as we see Sherlock embrace him tightly and try to explain. Damn you, Moffat.
WIP Sunday
This WIP - working title: Odysseus Returns - is inspired by @calaisreno's fic His Husband where Mary proposes she and John go on holiday to Greece. I don't often bring bloody Mary into my fics, but needs must. Don't worry, though, this is a post Reichenbach fix-it fic...
Excerpt:
Eighteen months. It’s been eighteen months since he watched his best friend, his lover, his Sherlock jump off the roof of Barts hospital. There was no warning; no chance for John to prevent it. He must believe that if he shall be able to remain relatively sane. His heart still twists painfully as the image of a falling Sherlock Holmes intrudes his mind (relentlessly, even now).
“John!”
Mary’s voice is brimming with impatience. Apparently, he hasn’t paid attention to what she’s been saying. Again. Honestly, he fails to understand why she’s still here.
“Sorry. What was that?”
He keeps his tone polite, trying, but failing to insert some warmth into his voice.
“I asked if your passport is still valid.”
“Oh. I…I dunno. Can’t remember the last time…”
He trails off because he does know when he last used it. On his way home from Afghanistan. Mere weeks before he met Sherlock. He swallows around the lump in his throat.
“How is it still there after all this time?”
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Sherlock glossed over his own death and return but not John.
John waking up in cold sweat every night terrified with his dreams replaying the fall, of Sherlock disappearing. It's not just the Reichenbach fall now though that plagues him, lately it started to morph into Sherlock dying in every manner of death.
He's only ever able to calm down after going to Sherlock's door, putting his ear against the door focusing in on him softly breathing in his sleep because he still isn't sure if Sherlock coming back wasn't all just a dream. He could just open the door to see but the weight of witnessing a dead Sherlock in his nightmares to then opening the door to be met with Sherlock's empty room would be too much.
John listens for a few more minutes before going for a very, very early morning cup of tea.
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Sherlock could never truly understand how much John grieved for his death.
The morning he prepared two cups of tea instead of one.
The afternoon he came back from grocery shopping and realised he doesn’t have to place all the food so carefully not to touch the body parts in the fridge.
The night he could’ve slept through because no one was playing violin at 3 AM anymore but couldn’t get himself to even close his eyes as he feared that he might forget how Sherlock’s sharp gaze felt.
John could never truly understand how much he meant to Sherlock.
The night he thought all he could do with his brilliant brain was to vanish for years and endure not only physical but psychological pain of John’s absence.
The dawn he tried to tell John what his funny brain has come up with but didn’t find anyone by his side.
The morning he knew he could come back to London for the first time in years and the first thing popped up in his mind was to see John.
They both ridiculously underestimate their significance to the other.
John isn’t with Sherlock only because of the adrenaline he feels. He’s there also for the serotonin he feels listening to Wagner played by the delicate yet passionate fingers of the consulting detective.
Sherlock isn’t with John because of the sweet words he gives like “brilliant”. He’s there also for the scolding words like “Stop” that calm him down (occasionally).
They desperately need each other to even survive and yet they act like they are just roommates.
Everyone: The post-Final Problem pre-Empty House hiatus era of the Sherlock Holmes stories is the saddest time in the canon. What a tragedy of time lost and unnecessary grieving for those two.
Us over at Fawx & Stallion:
With the eyes of a crow
AAAAND tumblr doesn't want to cooperate.
Happy Reichenbach day, my dear Sherlock Holmes fans! Here are the tissues and there is a new Fae Holmes fic, the one who made me first think of this AU (thank you @fruitviking, it's for you!) and that will possibly make you cry.
Holmes returns from his travels to a changed Watson in a more literal sense than one usually thinks. There's a lot of stuff noted in the notes and it's a bit of an experiment.
Last but never least, biggest thanks to @tyrannosaurusnacks for betaing, loe you all and i hope you enjoy this story!