Saturday, January 21st, 2012 10:31 pm
sherlock and my fantasy about what happens next
I have watched the last Sherlock ep in slow-motion trying to work out what the hell. I have a working theory (or ten).
Spoilers, spoilers, spoilers.
I have this entire like, vision of that reporter all heady with success and irritated that, y'know, wanting more, and trying to cozy up to John to get more dirt, which no. So she decides FRAUD ACCOMPLICE and John is like BRING IT.
As John, being a blogger and a writer, is totally on the social media.
Because yes, its' been like, what, a year, and most people forgot the details but this story comes out about THE FRAUD DOCTOR (I have no gift for headlines, just imagine something better) and sure, this might have worked except abruptly this site has these sad photos of John all broken at Sherlock's grave and limping along alone in the rain in an ugly jumper with his cane or possibly at the grave during a storm in a hideous jumper with two canes and the puppy they were raising together (Gladstone) that's an orphan now, all brave and pathetic and leaning on the headstone all broken and meaningful and possibly clutching that iconic hat in one shaking hand. And quotes that are like about like, how Sherlock saved him after he came home with PTSD and horrible war wounds and Mrs Hudson making tea all stiff-lipped with a shot of their apartment and how John can't even go back so he has only one pair of shoes and they have like, holes in them.
...right, fine, I thought about this a lot.
Then the reporter gets chased through the streets. And Anderson too.
(I have no idea why I don't hold it against Donovan, but hers feels less personally vindictive (though I admit that's there) than fairly logical from her point of view. Anderson is an idiot; run, Anderson. Run.
...too much?
I did think of a cat, but rain. Wet. Scratching. Not quite what I was envisioning.
Spoilers, spoilers, spoilers.
I have this entire like, vision of that reporter all heady with success and irritated that, y'know, wanting more, and trying to cozy up to John to get more dirt, which no. So she decides FRAUD ACCOMPLICE and John is like BRING IT.
As John, being a blogger and a writer, is totally on the social media.
Because yes, its' been like, what, a year, and most people forgot the details but this story comes out about THE FRAUD DOCTOR (I have no gift for headlines, just imagine something better) and sure, this might have worked except abruptly this site has these sad photos of John all broken at Sherlock's grave and limping along alone in the rain in an ugly jumper with his cane or possibly at the grave during a storm in a hideous jumper with two canes and the puppy they were raising together (Gladstone) that's an orphan now, all brave and pathetic and leaning on the headstone all broken and meaningful and possibly clutching that iconic hat in one shaking hand. And quotes that are like about like, how Sherlock saved him after he came home with PTSD and horrible war wounds and Mrs Hudson making tea all stiff-lipped with a shot of their apartment and how John can't even go back so he has only one pair of shoes and they have like, holes in them.
...right, fine, I thought about this a lot.
Then the reporter gets chased through the streets. And Anderson too.
(I have no idea why I don't hold it against Donovan, but hers feels less personally vindictive (though I admit that's there) than fairly logical from her point of view. Anderson is an idiot; run, Anderson. Run.
...too much?
I did think of a cat, but rain. Wet. Scratching. Not quite what I was envisioning.
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From:That would be awesome. Possibly it's in the middle of this that someone suggests a puppy to help John deal with his grief and he's all, "No, no, I don't need a- wait. That could work." He knows he's picked the right one when the pup demonstrates its good at reading people and especially enjoys chasing Anderson around the room. (I don't know why John runs into Anderson, but whatever, it could happen. London's practically a small town after all.)
On another note, the first thing I learned about beagles is that they're cute enough to get out of whatever trouble they get into. They also have the most sensitive noses on the planet and can be destructive when bored. I'm biased, but I've always felt a beagle was the best fit for that household. :P
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From:John certainly has the online skill and savvy to go up against reporters and win, but should he? Sherlock's last request to him was to tell everyone that Sherlock was a fraud -- his plan requires it. I can see John successfully turning Sherlock's rep around and bringing down the people who smeared him, only to have Sherlock reappear and call John an idiot for it. (At which point John should punch him in the gut, because Sherlock should've damn well trusted him at the beginning!)
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From:This is my new favorite-awful thing. Two canes! And a puppy! John Watson does not do grief by halves. XD
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From:I don't even really blame the reporter - she got played by Moriarty, that's pretty hard to see through right there. Sherlock didn't manage it.
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From:And that is why you are a genius!
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From:now how the hell do I survive until series 3??
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From:Then the reporter gets chased through the streets. And Anderson too.
(I have no idea why I don't hold it against Donovan, but hers feels less personally vindictive (though I admit that's there) than fairly logical from her point of view. Anderson is an idiot; run, Anderson. Run. <---YES. THIS.
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[slinks back into lurkey corner after leaving biscuits for poor wet wee!Gladstone. and John. and Mrs. H. (but NOT Anderson.)]
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From:On the other hand, if she did actually fall for Moriarty's lies and then decides to go after John, she totally deserves to be assaulted by sad puppies! (More for the going after John, Moriarty is just that good at tricking people after all.)
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From:Also, if Sherlock stays away for three years, I'm going to be piiiiiiiiissed on John's behalf.
But yeah, Donovan doesn't bother me either. She makes the world seem more real. Sherlock is rude, revels in crime scenes, and yeah, I think a policewoman would be concerned. I like her in the same way I like John calling Sherlock on his BS in Hounds. IRL people behaving like dicks generally has concequences. Sherlock gets leeway from Mrs. Hudson, Molly, Lestrade, and John. That's it. Everyone else thinks he's a bit of a weirdy, and potentially dangerous. Which is how it would be IRL. *cough*UnlikeHouse (beacuse that is some grade-A free-range bullshit the way he acts and gets away with it)*cough*
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