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This excerpt is from my Sherlock/Irene fic: Life among the dead. 

Writer DVD Commentary:

This snippet actually comes before the previous ask, though the two are pretty related as far as Irene’s overall emotions are concerned.

As far as commentary, I think Irene only offers this much honesty because 1) he’s so out of it she’s half hoping he won’t remember, 2) he was honest earlier (under the influence of morphine) and their relationship requires reciprocity and 3) him lying there, wounded and exhausted and out of it, really does remind her of the times she’s been afraid he was dead.

She gave him a glib remark earlier in the day, when tensions were less fraught and he’d asked her (unintentionally, thanks to the drugs) if she’d cry if she thought he were dead. He’d been referencing his Mind Palace and that the Moriarty in his head had suggested she’d cry. But it’s been bothering her, the fact that he’d asked as though he hadn’t known - the fact that she had.

I do think that Sherlock eventually told her he was alive during his time away from London, but I also think there was a window before he could tell her and all she had to go on was the news. And she must’ve seen how genuine John Watson’s heartbreak was and decided it had to be real, when Sherlock hadn’t turned up immediately on her doorstep (I’ve written a few of those too).

[2/2] So yeah, only the genetic (and epigenetic) information gets passed on; the cells and body structures are in comparison only 'transient'. The original post wasn't entirely accurate, and the scientist in me could not just scroll past and leave it be..

"He was thinking of irene when he said ily" Erm? Sounds like someone mocking/insulting the Sherlock/Irene ship tbh :/ I've joked before that I've got adl*ck engraved to my lens and see it *everywhere*, but even with the thickest shipping goggles I can't imagine any fellow yacht crew thinking *that* 0.0

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“sea-and-thestars replied to your post “apparently, “”an adlocker””...”

 Mysogynistic, precisely! If this is really an anon sending hate, whatever ship they're actually on, wow how very.. not-nice and uneducated, it's sad :(  (Admittedly I myself don't like Molly either, though I probably *would* like 'Molly the shy pathologist and trustworthy friend played by the beautiful Louise Brealey' if there wasn't also the 'has an eternal crush on the brilliant male protagonist' trope forming a major part of her character..          

yesss, i mean, i have seen posts like ‘what would have happened if it had been irene’, but no one ever claimed the canon scene was about adl*ck in any way

and yeah, that anon, whoever they are, is straight up ridiculous and mean! their argument of ‘irene is beautiful and molly is ugly!!!!‘ is what told me it wasn’t an adlocker, bc a) those adl*ckers who dislike molly often have more profound reasoning than something like that, and b) i have yet to see a shipper who bases sherlock’s attraction to irene in the fact that she’s beautiful??? it’s kind of a point in our ship that even if he does thinks she’s attractive, it’s her that attracts him in the end, her cleverness and such

sherlock’s attraction to irene is a direct by-product of irene being amazing and outsmarting him, and while someone could argue that she didn’t win in the end of asib (something i disagree with. she might have lost the whole passcode game, but she got sherlock running to her even after she trampled over him so ruthlessly that he was willing to let her die. she didn’t manipulate him into chopping up a bunch of terrorists for her and that was irene is mostly about, having people do things for her, sometimes against their own interest i imagine, via manipulation or blackmail, but sherlock? nah, he ran after her on his own, no manipulation necessary, and tbh??? iconic), she did outsmart him right at the beginning, then faked her death, then played him sooo nicely in that lovely ‘you’re rather good‘ scene

anyway, sorry for the rant!

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“sherlock: don't say a word irene: fergalicious sherlock: i said no...”

i wake up everyday just to see another one adlock crack. because it's so perfect

yesssss, izzie! and shhh, your writing is amazing!x

awww, thank you! I don’t think so, but thanks :D Lol, I’ve been trying to utilize “Izzie/Izzy” more ;p It’s an untapped resource ;p

~adler-esque  replied to your post: “Is your name really Izzie?”She paused in the act...

can't wait for thiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis <3

Lol, don’t get your hopes up too much, babe. It’s nothing special. But I’m glad you’re still reading, though.

~randombiochemist replied to your post: “Is your name really Izzie?”She paused in the act...

Yay more Bizzieee : ]

(Yeah Sherl what does she look like to you??

*sends self-doubt-deletion system to be installed in SoFlo's mind because she has such an excessive amount when there should be zero*

Yeah! Bizzie ;p

*hugs* you’re so sweet, rBioch :)

(Answering primarily for Sherlock fics because I know that’s rBioch’s fandom.)

F. What stories are you planning for the future?

Oh, so, so many. As I admitted earlier: I always keep an appalling number of WIPs at any given time.

Without giving too much away, three Sherlock WIPs would be:

1) A chance (?) meeting pre-Serbia / Sherlock’s return to London

2) A very deliberate (ongoing) meeting in Serbia.

3) She’sin Greece when he confronts Moriarty on St. Bart’s roof. …

(So basically: a whole bunch of fics during Sherlock’s time away from London. But I promise they’re actually different fics???)

(For DW, I have oodles. There’s a sequel to light the fuse and burn mostly done, a bunch more Darillium feels fics, my first attempt at an actual AU, another Mels fic, and my re-write of Planet of the Dead, which remains WIP.)

N. Anything you were planning to write that never got written?

That’s hard to answer because I generally intend to write everything I’ve ever thought of…. eventually.

Probably the thing I most planned to write that definitely hasn’t gotten fully written yet was a prequel to A Most Murderous Case / my version of their Karachi escape.

I also had another version of the pre-series timeline that Services Rendered used, where Sherlock enlists Irene to help on a case. (I ended up doing SR instead because I realized how much case plot the other would require, which is in no way my strong suit.)

(For DW, again, oodles. At least two fics from AGMGTW. Something from the Doctor’s perspective at the end of FaS. TIA feels from the Doctor’s perspective. A whole bunch of “shagging their way through royal beds” fics that never materialized after And all my dreams are of you.)

This excerpt is from my Sherlock/Irene fic: Life among the dead.

Writer DVD Commentary:

So the full commentary on this is probably a fic all of its own: Irene’s perspective when she sneaked into Sherlock’s hospital room after he’d been shot, he didn’t wake, she couldn’t stay, and she left a rose as her calling card so he’d know she’d cared worried been there.

But let’s see what I can manage, eh?

First off, I’m ridiculously proud of the usage of “sneaked” in that sentence because I tend to use the colloquial/American “snuck” for the past tense of “sneak” and I’ve only semi-recently considered/started shifting that for my writing (dragged/drug feels easier to justify/correct - so I’m extra proud of this wording for some reason).

I think the interesting implication here is that she read and understood his doctor’s report. That she arrived before most others would’ve made it, from wherever she was, so she was keeping an eye on Sherlock or else spectacularly well-informed. That she sat there, at his hospital bed, and was afraid that he wouldn’t wake, but she’d stayed, and then had to leave before she knew for certain that he would wake anyway. And yet, she pushed that fear to the background the entire time she saw him (because he was awake and of course he was fine)… until he closes his eyes again and there’s some vestige of panic or sentiment that remind her of that moment - of that fear that hasn’t really dissipated.

There’s not much to say from Sherlock’s perspective - he’s in pretty considerable pain and mental disarray and probably thisclose to actually passing out. Of course, he’s fighting it because he doesn’t want to worry Irene miss a moment with her show weakness in front of her.

The only other commentary I can think of is that this fic came together remarkably quickly for me. I wrote it primarily in one or two sittings, and then was just fiddling with some of the wording near the end for a bit.

For all of them!? I’ll try! Some of these were hard to pick, especially my older fics - it’s been a while since I wrote them, so my favourite bits may have changed.

3: What’s your favorite line of narration?

4: What’s your favorite line of dialogue?

7: Where did the title come from?

9: Were there any alternate versions of this fic?

*cackle* Excellent…

Headcanon A (realistic) -During university, Irene Adler was pre-law, having been encouraged to use her skills to manipulate people in the courtroom. However, three years in, she realized that it was more fun (and more interesting) to manipulate people through their sexual desires and appetites and the blackmail that could come from it. She still put her law skills into discerning just how many loopholes she could exploit. It’s part of the reason why Mycroft is so frustrated by her scandals. Because all the ones he knew of, before A Scandal in Belgravia, all utilized some obscure law or loophole that would have made it difficult to try her if she had ever been prosecuted (not impossible, but just difficult enough that it wasn’t worth it).

Headcanon B (ridiculous) -Sherlock and Irene play deductions while watching trash telly. They try to one-up each other while binge watching reality TV shows by seeing which of them can figure out the contestants’ Deep Dark Secrets first. This usually ends up with them betting articles of clothing as pride would allow nothing less, and on more than one occasion John has walked in on them naked, arguing, and having sex (all at once) while a season of Survivor is still playing in the background.

Headcanon C (heartbreaking) -After the events of The Woman Who Was, Irene Adler disappears from Sherlock Holmes’ radar for two years, despite his best efforts to find her. She returns one day, having re-secured her criminal empire and her life, in a cloud of mystery and Casmir. She refuses to speak of the months she spent in his home, recovering her memory, and instead their liaisons resume in all of their unpredictable, intellectually satisfying glory. Sherlock never asks, but he is relieved that she has regained her memory, and that they have returned to their old ways.

She never tells him she has not.

Headcanon D (fuck canon, doing it anyway) -Irene Adler spent her university days in the States, where she met a fascinating art student named Jamie Moriarty. She and Jamie became friends of a kind, an inexplicable, undefined relationship that was equal parts friends, enemies, intellectual partners, opponents, and lovers. Irene learned the finer points of observation from watching (and trying to best) Jamie, while Jamie refined techniques for manipulation by doing the same to Irene. Finding university unsatisfying, both Jamie and Irene independently left college junior year, never to see each other again. However, when Jamie Moriarty became fascinated with a detective who threatened her criminal empire, she spun herself a disguise, a persona that would ensnare his interest, and named her Irene Adler.