There are two things I love about this moment.
First of all, Sherlock protects John. By pointing a gun at his head, yes, but think about it. Sherlock’s name is already being dragged through the mud. Scotland Yard already thinks he’s a psychopath and a possible murderer. Even before the Moriarty debacle, his name and reputation were already tarnished with people like Sally Donovan, and it’s only getting worse.
John’s isn’t. The most John gets from outsiders is a bit of confusion. People figure he’s either a bit daft or touched for sticking with Sherlock or that he’s too kind-hearted to leave him because he’s all Sherlock’s got (supposedly). But he isn’t judged or looked at with disdain in the way Sherlock is.
Sherlock obviously knows this and when he finds himself having to drag John into this mess with him, he doesn’t hesitate to protect John’s name. He makes himself look even worse in the eyes of the Yarders by pretending to take John hostage, which also keeps John’s good name somewhat intact (he did just punch the Chief Superintendent, but that’s a far cry from pulling a gun on a bunch of cops and fleeing an arrest).
Second, John completely and unwaveringly trusts Sherlock. Wild, unpredictable, reckless Sherlock who throws himself into danger’s path again and again, points a gun at a crowd of police officers and then turns and points it at John’s head, his finger on the trigger and John doesn’t so much as flinch. In fact, he seems far less uncomfortable with Sherlock pointing a gun at him than with Sherlock pointing a gun at other people, because he knows he’s safe. There are no questions asked and no hesitations. No “Maybe we should think this through,” no “Why are we running when we both know you’re innocent?”, no “Be careful with that deadly weapon you’re waving around”. There’s a “What are we doing?” but it’s spoken more in the tone of “Let me in on your plan so I can work with you” rather than suspicion or apprehension.
Yes, we know that Sherlock would never do anything to seriously hurt John and John knows that, too, but accidents do happen. High stress situations, people panic, get a bit jumpy, fingers slip… But John trusts that Sherlock knows what he’s doing, trusts him not to make a mistake with John’s life in his hands, and trusts that he has a plan and that it’ll work. In all this mess, with Moriarty worming his way into the heads of everyone around them, planting doubts and twisting truths, John still trusts Sherlock wholeheartedly.
Because that’s what John and Sherlock do. They protect each other and they trust each other, no matter what.
/end lyrical waxing.
All of it.
^THIS
Is benedict cumberbatch unintentionally doing the vlog brothers sign here?
What is happening…where is this from…people don’t just UNINTENTIONALLY do the Nerdfighter sign…either he was told to do this or…or…
OR HE IS A NERDFIGHTER, HANK. (Source.)
Whatever happens next saturday, we’ll be there with you whovians.
aww fandoms consoling each other how cute :)
this is Superwholock. we’re a family now
This is the cutest
All I could think about was the scene with Harry and the resurrection stone and…*fandom sads*
johnandsherlockunderthemisoltoe:
Top left: I believe in Sherlock Holmes
Top right: Moriarty was real
Bottom left: We are Watson’s warriors
Bottom right: I am fighting John Watson’s war
Gallifrey believes in Sherlock.
I will always reblog this and nothing you may say will stop me.
And John remains blissfully unaware that The Doctor visited Sherlock years ago and gave him the skull. It was a skull he’d discovered in a ruined church, a thousand years in the future. He couldn’t re-bury it in the grave it came from, because that was completely destroyed, so he took it and gave it to a young Sherlock.
‘This will keep you company until you meet him,’ the Doctor said with a smile.
Sherlock took the skull and immediately began examining it. ‘Who is it? Or rather, who was it?’
‘It’s all that’s left of an old man who lived a good life and became the most important person in yours’.
The Doctor never gave him the name he so desperately wanted, but as soon as he met John Watson on that fateful day in St. Bart’s, Sherlock knew.
After John ran off to see to Mrs. Hudson, before Molly walked through the lab on her way home, the familiar sound of the TARDIS landing interrupted Sherlock’s frantic puzzling. As the Doctor stepped out into St. Bart’s Hospital, his grave expression caused Sherlock’s rising plea for help to die in his throat.
“I’m so, so sorry,” said the Doctor.
“You could not-?”
“No. This, what’s about to happen, it’s a fixed point in time. You have to die.”
“So then why are you here?” scoffed Sherlock. “Come to grant a condemned man’s last… Oh.”
“Yes,” replied the Doctor calmly. “Anywhere in space and time. Is there anything you want to see?”
Sherlock considered. “I’d like to see John again,” he said at last. “Please, Doctor?”
The Doctor didn’t appear surprised by this request. “Of course,” he answered. “But you must understand, you can’t talk to him. He can’t see you.”
“Yes,” Sherlock appeared resigned. “I know.”
_______
Sherlock stepped out of the TARDIS into a familiar graveyard. The Doctor joined him, and indicated the corner of the crypt they were standing next to. “Make sure you stay out of sight,” was all he said.
Sherlock cautiously peered around the corner, and spotted John and Mrs. Hudson, a little ways off, standing in front of a fresh grave. His grave, he realized. Almost as soon as he saw them, Mrs. Hudson started walking away towards a waiting car, leaving John looking lost by the grave. John started talking, and Sherlock realized that he was close enough to listen.
He’d never imagined John cared this much. He wanted so badly to run to him, grab him, cry “It’s okay, John, I’m not dead, I’m here!” but he couldn’t. As the broken soldier strode away, Sherlock found he couldn’t even bring himself to cry.
He returned to where the Doctor waited, pity filling his eyes. “Thank you, Doctor,” Sherlock said, voice even as ever. “I’m ready to return now.”
In his heart, Sherlock resolved to talk to John again before he died, to say whatever he must to prevent what he’d just seen. He would convince John that Sherlock Holmes, Consulting Detective had been no more than a con and that John, like the rest, had been played.
Surely then John could be happy without him.
NO!
DO NOT WANT
DO NOT WANT
Every time I see “Holmes on Homes” in the channel guide I wish for it to be a show about Sherlock going into people’s houses and deducing their lives while insulting the decor.
i would watch the shit out of that
Crossover. I enjoy both shows.
Wholock AU: Doctor Who?
└ Sherlock investigates a man called the Doctor and John becomes increasingly intolerable of the obsession.
John saw the glow radiating in the distance and Sherlock’s body lying slightly limp behind the truck. His mind was shaken, and air escaped his body in a panic.
“Sherlock…”
Suddenly the light became a blast, flickering and moving across Sherlock’s body. People rushed towards him, seemingly bewildered by what they were witnessing. He clenched the vomit in his throat that threatened to escapee; dreading the scene that he imagined to see. He saw Sherlock’s hand rise upward; reaching towards him like a blinding force.
“John, I’m regenerating… it’s this thing I do… like cheating death.”
I’m totally ok with this
And THAT’S why I watch the Mentalist.
MY MOUTH DROPPED OPEN! THIS IS IT! THIS IS IT! THAT’S HOW HE STOPPED HIS PULSE!
i saw this episode of the mentalist a few weeks ago and i wished i knew anything at all about making gifs so i could share this with people
THIS POST AND I MUST NOW ELOPE AND GET MARRIED IN THE CARIBBEAN.
