Recently I fell in love with this new BBC series in which the famous detective invented by Arthur Conan Doyle has been modernized and lives and works in London today. Unfortunately up to now have been produced only three episodes of 90 minutes and we have to wait a year before you see more. In the meantime here is a brief coda to the first episode: A Study in Pink.
Title: Maybe
Genre: somber
Rating: Spoilers for all
: A Study in Pink
Characters: Sherlock Holmes
N. words: 421
Dedicated As always my precious beta
You're an idiot. These were the words of John Watson when he denied that he was tempted to take one capsule, convincing him more than ever that the doctor had the potential to become more than just a roommate.
Obviously if they had realized much earlier, when Watson's reaction during the first meeting was more of curiosity than of rejection. Even better, when a gleam of excitement in his eyes, had followed him at the crime scene.
Sherlock had put to the test in the investigation involving him without bothering to mitigate their own ways. Preferred to flee rather than just potential roommates groped get used to them and then having to try the new ones when they gave way under constant pressure to live close to a genius like him.
John Watson in a few hours he had stood up to Mycroft, something that sometimes it was difficult even to him, he forgot to limp running through the streets of London without staying too far back, had, even incorrectly, tried to defend him before Lestrade, is had bothered to follow his tracks, and then call the police had broken the law, killing the driver, to save him from what he considered his idiocy. Remarkable, years since anyone had cared for him in this way.
You're an idiot. The voice of a young man with dark hair and the accent foreign replaced that of Dr. Watson recalls his first and only friend. A chemistry experiment failed and the principal had sent Sherlock to give private lessons to a new student. Task and rebellious, brave and timid at the same time, the boy and his family had intrigued to the point of urging him to attend the house even after the repeats were over. He was never able to find anything remarkable about her father even though he was sure that the ambassador hidden secrets only comparable to those of his brother but the boy had crept into his life to become his constant companion in adventure. At least until they had achieved what he had always wanted to return to live in his country Christmas.
There was an awkward hug, a promise to keep in touch and the young man had gone to her new life. met a new friend. Someone who bear your quirks and be ready to follow you and, occasionally, to save you from yourself.
Sherlock pulled out his cellphone and, with a half smile on his lips, a typed message.
Perhaps I could find, SH .
Obviously if they had realized much earlier, when Watson's reaction during the first meeting was more of curiosity than of rejection. Even better, when a gleam of excitement in his eyes, had followed him at the crime scene.
Sherlock had put to the test in the investigation involving him without bothering to mitigate their own ways. Preferred to flee rather than just potential roommates groped get used to them and then having to try the new ones when they gave way under constant pressure to live close to a genius like him.
John Watson in a few hours he had stood up to Mycroft, something that sometimes it was difficult even to him, he forgot to limp running through the streets of London without staying too far back, had, even incorrectly, tried to defend him before Lestrade, is had bothered to follow his tracks, and then call the police had broken the law, killing the driver, to save him from what he considered his idiocy. Remarkable, years since anyone had cared for him in this way.
You're an idiot. The voice of a young man with dark hair and the accent foreign replaced that of Dr. Watson recalls his first and only friend. A chemistry experiment failed and the principal had sent Sherlock to give private lessons to a new student. Task and rebellious, brave and timid at the same time, the boy and his family had intrigued to the point of urging him to attend the house even after the repeats were over. He was never able to find anything remarkable about her father even though he was sure that the ambassador hidden secrets only comparable to those of his brother but the boy had crept into his life to become his constant companion in adventure. At least until they had achieved what he had always wanted to return to live in his country Christmas.
There was an awkward hug, a promise to keep in touch and the young man had gone to her new life. met a new friend. Someone who bear your quirks and be ready to follow you and, occasionally, to save you from yourself.
Sherlock pulled out his cellphone and, with a half smile on his lips, a typed message.
Perhaps I could find, SH .
End
November 3, 2010
