Right now I adore you, you know that? Nothing will ever right all the wrongs of Season 3 for me, but at least your gorgeous story made me feel a little better about all that stuff. What a lovely conversation between Sherlock and John - it rings so true. I just wish we'd seen that on screen.
You have a great talent for coming up with incredibly evocative and funny one-liners. This one was just hilarious:
“Can I put out the fire first, or is it urgent?”
I really liked to see how Sherlock was reflecting the time when he was away and how he came back and was overwhelmed by the changes in everything and everyone that once constituted his life in London.
“I keep forgetting I was dead. I wasn't. So, I thought of it as being away. It made things...easier.”
“When I was away,” he said. “I had an image of...home. I had image of the people here, in my head. You and Mrs Hudson and Lestrade, and London, and 221B, and work. I kept them in storage. I never thought about time passing, here, because it didn't here—” he pointed to his head. “But when I came home, it wasn't like that. It was different, and I didn't want it to be, and I didn't know what to do.”
“What if you don't like me at the end?” Sherlock said. “I don't like you much, now,” John said.
He's such a sad, scared and needy child, isn't he? And the beautiful thing is that John knows all this and understands.
“Now, I do have something in the microwave that should be dealt with before it drips any further onto the work surface. Mrs Hudson is really very tiresome about that. I can't see why I missed her. She was always much more adoring in my head.”
This twist here from melancholy to humorous is fabulous. Nicely balances the story.
Thanks for writing and sharing! It's been a treat to read.
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Date: 2014-01-23 03:43 pm (UTC)You have a great talent for coming up with incredibly evocative and funny one-liners. This one was just hilarious:
“Can I put out the fire first, or is it urgent?”
I really liked to see how Sherlock was reflecting the time when he was away and how he came back and was overwhelmed by the changes in everything and everyone that once constituted his life in London.
“I keep forgetting I was dead. I wasn't. So, I thought of it as being away. It made things...easier.”
“When I was away,” he said. “I had an image of...home. I had image of the people here, in my head. You and Mrs Hudson and Lestrade, and London, and 221B, and work. I kept them in storage. I never thought about time passing, here, because it didn't here—” he pointed to his head. “But when I came home, it wasn't like that. It was different, and I didn't want it to be, and I didn't know what to do.”
“What if you don't like me at the end?” Sherlock said.
“I don't like you much, now,” John said.
He's such a sad, scared and needy child, isn't he? And the beautiful thing is that John knows all this and understands.
“Now, I do have something in the microwave that should be dealt with before it drips any further onto the work surface. Mrs Hudson is really very tiresome about that. I can't see why I missed her. She was always much more adoring in my head.”
This twist here from melancholy to humorous is fabulous. Nicely balances the story.
Thanks for writing and sharing! It's been a treat to read.