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“Ok.”

before we begin hello you can throw rotten tomatoes at me for being late i know i’m a piece of garbage

warnings: mentions of ptsd??

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The rain which seemed to be continuously hammering on the glass windows of 221B had never affected either John or Sherlock, and they found it to be, rather than an annoyance, a comfort to the both of them. Every drop being just as random and unexpected as the last, creating a sort of a background sound to the two who were enveloped in their work.

Sherlock was looking through several laptops, each comparing different sites talking about cold cases or crimes which had never been solved, some due to the never-ending incompetence of the london police force, and some simply for lack of evidence. He had moved from David Ombler and went for something a little older, and perhaps more challenging.

John was on the desk, scribbling furiously on a piece of scrap paper which he had found lying around, with the lull of the rain keeping them at bay from each other, and having calmed down the argument that they were having almost 10 minutes ago.

It had just started as john telling sherlock that, no you can’t solve crimes when its only 3 degrees outside and that it looked like it was going to rain, so best keep indoors till it passed.

 Sherlock being Sherlock had decided that the laws of physics didn’t apply to him, and maybe just to spite john for no apparent reason, he begun to get ready and was halfway out the door before john dragged him back in.

 Of course, argument ensued.

 It wasn’t an argument about the rain though, as most arguments aren’t about what they seem on the surface, it was about all of the small things which they had chosen to ignore over time, the one’s that annoyed them to no end but which they decided was irrational and simply a waste of time to argue about.

 It was every time that John had found a thumb, eye or head in the fridge, it was the amount of time which john spent in the bathroom on his bloody hair, it was the way sherlock just vanished for weeks and the way that john overworked himself to the bone day in and day out. Each of them trying to voice these things and more in a screaming match to which Baker Street had never heard the likes of, even when Mary was alive.

 Rosmund had been asleep for the duration of the argument, however a particularly loud slam from john storming out of the apartment caused her to wake up in a fright, prompting sherlock up from his chair.

 So when john returned he was greeted by the sight of sherlock cradling Rosie in the crook of his elbow, crooning at her gently whilst she held on to his finger as if her life depended on it.

 Sherlock looked so big compared to her, yet john had never seen him so small, holding Rosie closer and making sure that she felt safe meant that his entire body had moved into the chair, in a position which made him compact and completely closed off to the rest of the world.

 And then the rain came, making her eyelids heavier and movements slower, until she was a small, sleeping form in the crook of sherlock's elbow.

 Of course john had snapped a picture, it was too perfect to resist, his two favorite people in the world simply there, both accepting of the other and both being completely relaxed in the presence of the other. In his opinion there was no better sight.

 When sherlock had taken her back to her crib, John sunk back into the chair at the desk and pretended to be very involved with a scrap of paper, so when sherlock came back and saw him, he simply shrugged it off, perhaps trying to ignore him so that they wouldn’t wake her up again, and eventually got involved in their own things.

 A knock on the door had them both look up, a momentary distraction from the semi silence of the room.

 The door opened to reveal Mrs. Hudson, bringing in two cups of tea, still steaming.

 “Are you both alright with me here?” Mrs Hudson pushed through without waiting for the answer, having already woven past the vast array of laptops and scraps littering the floor.

 “Did you both have a lovers tiff?” she looked at both of them, john trying to not respond with the typical ‘I’m not gay’, because to hell with it, he slept in the same bed as sherlock, had kissed sherlock on multiple occasions and definitely knew that he had feelings for him, yet, old habits die hard.

 Sherlock on the other hand seemed to be completely calmed and involved in his work, almost as if he hadn’t just had a shouting match which could have woken the entire street had it been night time.

 She shook her head and put a steaming cup on the side of the desk where john seemed to be working on… something? She couldn’t exactly tell what it was, either way it didn’t look very important.

 She then walked over to sherlock who had his hand extended backwards, ready to receive the mug. Mrs Hudson gave a small laugh and handed it to him, before retrieving the tray in which she had carried the tea in and began to retreat from the small room.

 “Mrs Hudson?” sherlock said, looking up at last from the numerous screens which surrounded him.

 “Thank you for the tea.” Mrs Hudson smiled at him in response.

 “No problem darling, just don’t get used to it, I’m your landlady, not your housekeeper you know.” sherlock gave a small laugh and shook his head. For years she had brought him tea twice a day, morning and afternoon, yet every time she still said the same thing.

 John sat still, waiting for Mrs Hudson to leave so that he could go back to pretending that he was the only person in the room.

 She finally shut the door and he gave a sigh. Of course normally he would have thanked her for the tea, and even helped her with the tray, but now he was on edge and tense beyond belief, and he wanted to wait for the feeling to pass so that he could finally just talk without worrying about getting agitated and aggressive.

 Of course, john knew why he became so agitated so quickly, after all, PTSD was common in soldiers returning from battle zones, that was why he would always rather be chasing down some criminal that initiate small talk with people. It was just how he was and he couldn’t help it.

 Eventually, soon after thunder began to rumble in the distance, John felt his shoulders begin to relax into the chair, to the point where he would let his eyes wander around the apartment, almost as if trying to find something to ground him.

 Sherlock leant back and brought his hands above his head, intermingling his fingers and stretching, letting each individual vertebra pop and click, before relaxing back into his cross legged pose. He sighed and readied his fingers to begin tapping again on the keyboards before he froze.

 “I didn’t mean to shout earlier.” his voice resonated low, barely above a whisper yet John was sure that even Rosie heard it in her slumber, from all away across the apartment.

 John sighed and stood up, walking over to him, sitting down and resting his shoulder on sherlocks now tense shoulder.

 “It’s alright.” he whispered. He knew arguments like this happened in couples, its just that he had never felt the need to hate someone over such small things before, and he hated himself for it.

 Sherlock turned gently towards John and rested their foreheads against each other, allowing his breath to slow and become in sync with john’s, who’s eyelashes were far too in focus for any normal proximity.

 “I’m sorry for storming out,” John breathed, still trying to wrap the reason for their argument around his mind.

 Sherlock of course laughed. He knew. Why wouldn’t he? He was him.

 “Is this how these things usually go?” sherlock asked, still resting against john’s forehead.

 “I don’t think so, but then again the longest relationships I’ve been in were both to psychopaths.” john laughed, and gave a small smile to sherlock.

 “So, how about a compromise,” John sat up straighter, ready to hear whatever satire was about to be aimed at him.

 “I’ll stop with the bodies in the fridge, and, you come home before 4?” sherlock looked to him pleadingly.

 John sighed, and ran his hand through his hair before shaking his head. Not in denial though, but in sure disbelief.

 “Ok,” he said, leaning back against sherlock’s shoulder.

 “Ok.”

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Friendly reminder that Dead!Mary is John's subconscious..... it's all in his head... everything Mary says... it's John saying it... just like in The Abominable Bride, it was in Sherlock's head...

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Released February 20th, 2007.

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Dominique Swain

Horror Cred: Devour, Dead Mary, Fall Down Dead, Sharkansas Women’s Prison Massacre

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Dominique Swain

Horror Cred:  Devour, Dead Mary, Fall Down Dead, Sharkansas Women's Prison Massacre

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My recap/meta of The Lying Detective! Please read :)

Here I go again with my second recap/meta for the new Sherlock season. This time I find it even harder to speak my mind about the episode. So many questions and thoughts. However I must say I had nightmares about Culverton Smith and his creepy behavior. So without a good night's sleep I'm trying to write this down as quickly as possible. Again, please don't mind my grammar and stuff, I'm German after all :D (!Spoiler!)

“The Lying Detective” starts off with a bang quite literally. John is haunted by his late wife Mary. I thought it's a really good way to not just shove her away from the franchise but to more subtly let her go. Mostly because everybody (fans and John) haven't seem to be over it just yet. The next thing I noticed was John's new therapist and her bright red rug. Seemed to me like a puddle of blood to be honest. This also is really convenient because in the end we get to know John's new therapist. Long lost secret brother, cough! Sister of Sherlock and Mycroft: Sherrinford/Euros (or not?)! Like hell, I always believed in the theory of Sherrinford being a woman! Everybody was talking about a brother even John and Mycroft. 

Notable was Mycroft's strict answer “No.” to John, when he asked him about a secret brother. No brother but a secret sister!? “I'm reminding you of your friend'”, Euros says. Yeah, well, apparently you're his sister?! Nevertheless Mycroft kinda knew about her. They called each other?!  But apparently Sherlock doesn't know her. So she is either older than him and somehow lost after her birth or it has to do with some kind of trauma involving Redbeard?!...

John questions himself. He is letting down his own daughter, he hallucinates his dead wife, he doesn't speak to his best friend anymore. A lot of things are going wrong with his life and he knows it. Thought that was a rather good change. If we remember after Sherlock's 'death' he didn't even want to talk about it at all. Also clever idea of letting us fans think he had a new relationship when in fact it was just him talking to himself/Mary. Well, we later get to know why there wasn't anymore E after all. What contact lenses, a wig and red lipstick can do...I must admit I couldn’t really see the resemblance to the therapist, E and Faith Smith (apparently I'm blind or my computer screen is just too small). Means the trick worked. As always the most inconsiderable people are the most important (cough Jim from IT). …

Uhm, yeah, Culverton Smith. What the hell is this man? I read a theory about him being inspired by Trump. I could totally see that. The 'cereal killer' joke left me speechless. The nurse scene, we know from the trailer. Is that really Mary? Also can we really be sure that this scene has happened? We learn that Sherlock hadn't met the real daughter after all. Why would Smith drug his own daughter? Why is she using a walking cane? The original daughter seemed to have it just for fashion reasons/ maybe a little bit for walking although she was wearing high heels, while the fake one clearly faked her walking problems but was wearing flat shoes? Was it to get more empathy from Sherlock? Why? This Sherrinford/Euros scenes are all a big mystery to me. Some people theorized that Smith was a child abuser so the self-harm part made sense, but the real daughter seemed quite confident? I'm not completely sure if everything was an act or if some things she said to Sherlock might be the truth. Faith carried a gun, Sherlock thought she wanted to kill herself but in the end we see her/Euros shoot John (or not...but later more to that). But it has to be a different gun because Sherlock threw the first on in the Thames. So it must be easy for her to get guns?! Also she said her life turned on the point when she heard a word/a name and Sherlock tells her that names are never just one word. But when he said this I thought about how they would always say 'Moriarty' not really ever his full name (Elvis haha). Also we keep hearing 'Sherrinford' but not 'Sherrinford Holmes' (if that is her family name maybe she changed it or married who knows)...We know Sherlock must've met a real person (Sherrinford). But why is there a hidden 'Miss me?' on the paper she gave Sherlock?! Somehow Moriarty is involved! So many questions! Maybe I didn't get it but why did Sherrinford play all those personalities? We'll probably find out next episode. However why is Smith experimenting with td12. Just to gain power? To make people into things? To kill anyone? Apparently he likes to confess or hear confessions as well. I didn't like him of course. My nightmare involved him and how he was pressing the life out of everyone I know with his bare hands. Great night.

However, Mycroft and Lady Smallwood...I don't think this is really going to be a thing but hey he kept the private number and the looks between them and yeah. Maybe she could fill his sad fridge haha that sounded probably weird. Also we learn from Mycroft in this episode that he has appointments to call Sherrinford. First thing I thought was: Okay so she can't talk to him whenever. I thought of a prison? Mycroft said they had regular updates? But after the episode I thought: John has his therapy during lunch break. And the call was appointed at 2 pm, so after the session? I guess Mycroft didn't know about her double life. At least I think so. She talked to Sherlock and in the end pointed a gun at John? I believe Mycroft knew about John's appointments but probably had no insight in the house of the therapist so he might've never known about the wrong person doing the therapy sessions. However when Mrs Hudson and the police arrived at the house Sherrinford/Euros didn't seem to be scared to get questioned or filmed or whatever. Maybe the real therapist also looked really similar to her, so there wasn't a big chance to be identified?...

One thing that seemed to go through this episode was the whole point of: 'Your death happens to everybody else. It's not your own.' It had to do with Faith's apparent suicidal thoughts as well as Sherlock's. In the end we learn that he didn't really wanted to die but it all had to do with Mary's plan but still. I hope this doesn't mean we get to see another death or suicide all too soon.

The hospital visit scene was kind of funny I think. All those poor ill children were standing in the middle of the room just because of Smith and Sherlock? And how Smith was fondling the Barbie doll, just eww. And Smith and Sherlock all nonchalantly talking about serial killers and all those children are just standing there like: ok cool?! Also that was the first time I noticed Smith's weird question on how long the nurse was already working for him. (He later does that again with the morgue staff) And repeats her answer slowly. Like oh wow so many years? More like oh wow now I'll fire you?! Or has it something to do with the td12? It was just a weird scene. Also Sherlock says that serial killers need to be in plain sight to go undetected. Which is also what Euros did to get close to John and Sherlock.

I don't think Smith has anything to do with Moriarty but in the morgue when he tells John and Sherlock that he can go anywhere he wants and also holds up his keys I remembered Moriarty saying: 'In a world of locked rooms the man with the key is king.' or something like that. He then goes on and basically reveals that the morgue is is favorite room. I mean wow. He really is a very evil man.

Of course we can't forget Mary's dvd. How clever to not show us the whole video in the first episode. We would've known why Sherlock did a lot of the things he did. To save John by letting him save himself by John. Well, I really miss the goofy 221b days.

And: why was is necessary to bring Irene Adler back? As if John would tell Sherlock: No you should totally text her before it's too late!? Not a big fan of that part of the episode. Also why does Irene know Sherlock's birthday and John doesn't? And then Sherlock gets to know about the cheating and dead Mary is okay with it and...this kind of happy ending was weird as hell. But the hug <3!

Why did Smith give Euro Faith's original note? Euros is the east wind(should probably look that up...or somebody on tumblr has already done that)? I'm not sure the Holmes brothers were really talking about a person here. 'The  East Wind' was something Mycroft and Sherlock knew about from really early on. They wouldn't be scared of the own young sister, wouldn't they?! Also there might be a possibility that Euros (which sounds like a male Name to me but hey) is not Sherrinford per se. We know that this name is supposed to be a sibling but we don't know what Mofftiss were planing. Sherrinford could still be a place or just a code. But for now I think we think of Sherrinford as the secret sibling, so maybe it's her maybe not.

And the very last thing to say: I don't think she shot John. We didn't really see her shoot him. We only saw a red screen. This seems not likely to happen. We also know that John will be in the next episode with Sherlock. Apparently she did shoot something or even just the air to scare John? Maybe she shot a camera? I can't think of anything except that John isn't dead.

There are quite a few others things I could mention but I guess I wrote down the most important things for now. Also we still have no clue about Moriarty. So everything that has to happen will happen next Sunday!! If you like I would be happy to read any comments or thoughts on my recap :)

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Dead Mary (2007) Dir. Robert Wilson ☆Dominique Swain, Marie-Josée Colburn, Steven McCarthy☆