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The Great Game (III)

Part 21 of The Arbitrary Lives of the Occupants of 221B Baker Street

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Author's Note: Tensions rise, and the threat of M continues to loom over their heads. When pulled too tight, things are bound to break.

It's almost the end. I hope you all enjoy this chapter. I finished it around midnight, so forgive any typos and whatnot. Without further ado, I present the second-to-last chapter of Arbitrary Lives.

Warnings: Supreme angst, canon typical violence, Sherlock is Sherlock (but in the worst way), mentions of death, character death, mentions of gore, firearms, language, yandere relation themes, drugging (Let me know if I missed anything)

Case after case was how it seemed to go when Sherlock, John, and Y/N were racing against the mysterious M. Every time Sherlock would solve a puzzle given to him, the pink phone would ring moments later, presenting a new one. With each chime of the telephone, Y/N found herself getting more and more anxious. M was bigger than anything they'd ever seen; worst of all, they had no clue who they were. M seemed to operate from afar, offering their advice on cases of the illegal type, allowing M the anonymity to be anyone and be anywhere. For all Y/N knew, M could be some sick person stuck in their parent's basement on the other side of the world. Even so, M seemed one step ahead and knew every step they had taken. 

Sitting upon a plush, gray, white striped couch beneath her served more comfort than she'd like to admit. Sherlock had sent her and John on another goose chase after, yet again, another call from their tormentor. While Y/N was lost in thought, petting the hairless cat on her lap, John took the lead in questioning Kenny, the brother of Connie Prince. 

The two had done as much research as they could, which turned out to be a few newspaper articles, the bizarre gossip and facts they had gathered from Mrs. Hudson, and, of course, the Wikipedia pages on Connie. Once they put all their research together, they discovered they found a plethora of ways to tell which colors suited oneself and which ones brought out the sick in one's skin tone, but not much about Connie and her brother. 

A loud and content purr vibrated from the naked cat as Y/N's hands caressed its head and neck. Upon hearing the meow, John raised his brow, trying to hide his concern. The creature sitting on Y/N's lap was not a cat. John had seen Bjørn, and Bjørn was a cat. Y/N's pet had fur and a bush-brown tail. If anything, the Prince's cat was an abomination in his mind. 

"We're devastated," Kenny Prince sighed as he carefully placed his arm on the mantle behind him, leaning ever so slightly. As John withdrew his eyes from the fur-less animal, he found his brows pinching together as Kenny Price posed. "Of course we are." Kenny waved his hand and dramatically looked to the side with a somber expression. 

To say the least, John was confused. First, there was the cat. He didn't want to give that thing another thought. Secondly was Kenny's posing. Why was Kenny posing unless he was trying to...His finger brushed against something hard, and John scolded himself. The camera. They had brought a camera. Y/N had proposed they be reporters to gain an interview with Kenny. John would be the reporter and Y/N the photographer. Kenny was posing for candid photos for their article. 

"Can I get you anything, sir?" a voice spoke from behind John. It was Raoul, Kenny's staff member.

He whirled around and replied, shaking his head. "Er, no. No, thanks."

"And what about you, miss?" Raoul asked Y/N, who absently shook her head. Her fingers were still petting the cat. 

"Raoul is my rock," Kenny admitted, still holding his position. "I don't think I could have managed. We didn't always see eye to eye, but my sister was very dear to me."

A light pressure pushed down on John's thighs. Glancing down, he noticed the cat was no longer on Y/N's lap but his. A wave of disgust trembled through his body. With stiff fingers, he picked it up and dropped it on the other side of the couch where Y/N sat. The cat meowed in discontent, stepping back over to John. John shivered at the cat's relentless attempts and held out his arm as a barrier. 

"And–," John said, trying to continue Kenny's conversation and retain the purity of his own lap as it was reserved for Bjørn. "-and to the public, Mr. Prince."

"Oh, she was adored. I've seen her take girls who looked like the back end of Routemasters and turn them into princesses," Kenny continued. Meanwhile, his cat pounced over John's barrier and clung onto his lap. With a wince, John placed a hand on the cat's back. It happily purred.  "Still, it's a relief in a way to know that she's beyond this veil of tears."

"Absolutely," John muttered, hiding his grimace. He flashed Y/N a look, but she found gazing at Kenny Prince's coffee table intriguing. He frowned as concern for his friend bubbled to the surface. He could only imagine how exhausted she was. Not just physically from all the running around they have been doing lately but also as exhaustion of the emotional sort. John was not blind to Sherlock's actions, and it didn't take a fool to see that Sherlock was cold. His mind was solely occupied with M and the puzzles that he was given, which meant he didn't have much concern for others. It was not that he usually did, but with Y/N, it was different. She meant something to Sherlock.

John opened his mouth to whisper something to Y/N when he noticed Kenny's voice was absent. Right, John corrected himself. He was here about the case. The sooner he was done with this, the faster he could help both of his friends. 

"It's more common than people think," John began. "The tetanus is in the soil, people cut themselves on rose bushes, garden forks, that sort of thing. If left un...,"  Kenny Prince plopped down between Y/N and John. The sudden jolt of the couch awoke Y/N from her daze. Her shoulder was pressed tightly against Kenny's as he leaned into John, invading his space even more than hers. "...treated..." John finished, scooting as far away from Kenny as he could. 

"I don't know what I'm going to do now," Kenny confessed, leaning even closer to John. 

"Right," John said, biting the inside of his cheek. He peered over Kenny's shoulder and saw Y/N. They shared a look that screamed discomfort, but they could do nothing as Kenny pushed them into the sides of the sofa. As Kenny continued speaking, John and Y/N's eyes held a secret conversation, mainly curses and discontent with the situation. 

"I mean, she's left me this place, which is lovely....," Kenny's voice trailed off as his eyes never left John. "...but it's not the same without her." 

Before replying, John took a deep breath and stared down at his notes. "Th-that's why my paper wanted to get the, um, the full story straight from the horse's mouth. You sure it's not too soon?"

"No," Kenny said.  

"Right," John gulped. 

"You fire away," Kenny uttered. His longing gaze not once left John. The longer the conversation continued, the more uncomfortable Y/N felt; she could only imagine how John felt. Here was Kenny Prince, after his sister's death, flirting with John. Y/N observed Kenny staring at John, making her feel like a forgotten third wheel to a nonconsensual flirting session. She had to come to his rescue. She'd done it before with lots of her friends back home. It would be easy, so long as she could get off the couch, which's cushions were sucking her in deeper. 

Before John could ask any of his questions and Y/N could rescue him from unwanted attention, a buzzing echoed from her back pocket. Kenny turned over his shoulder to look at her as if she had interrupted a vital moment. She smiled awkwardly, shoved herself off the sofa, and answered her phone. 

"Y/N," Sherlock's voice rang over the phone.

"You know, one usually starts a call with hello," Y/N muttered. 

"Right, hello," Sherlock's voice oozed with sarcasm. 

Sherlock didn't speak for a moment. Y/N furrowed her brows. "Is there a reason you called Sherlock?"

On the other end, Sherlock struggled to find a response. He had practiced his excuse beforehand. Well, it wasn't much of an excuse, more of a warning. Even so, after hearing her voice, Sherlock had forgotten everything. He mentally reprimanded himself for falling back into his sentiment so quickly. Y/N needed to be safe, so he had to push her away. A task that only seemed to grow more impossible with each breath she took. 

John's eyes widened upon hearing Sherlock's name, and his escape was revealed to him. Shooting out of his seat, he snatched the phone from Y/N, quickly apologized, and began speaking to Sherlock. "Hi. Look, get over here quickly. I think I'm onto something," John breathed. Sherlock found himself missing Y/N's sweet voice. "You'll ne-" John was cut off by the loud footsteps barging into the room.  

Confusion plastered onto his face, and he hung up the phone. After all, there was no need to speak through a phone when Sherlock stood in the same room as him. 

"That'll be him," John said, pointing at Sherlock. Kenny Prince looked even more shaken than the consulting detective's friends were at his sudden appearance. However, the longer they pondered his arrival, the more John and Y/N realized this was normal for the great Sherlock Holmes. 

"What?" Kenny asked, looking at the unwelcome guest in his home. 

There was a calculated look on Sherlock's face before any trace of the consulting detective was washed away and replaced with a new persona. Y/N sighed as her legs lowered her body into an armchair nearby. 

"Ah, Mr. Prince, isn't it?" Sherlock took out his hand for Kenny to shake. 

"Yes," Kenny nodded, standing up to take Sherlock's hand. 

"Very good to meet you," Sherlock smiled. 

"Yes, thank you," Kenny said, still trying to figure out the situation.  

"So sorry to hear about...," Sherlock continued, but Kenny cut him off. 

Mr. Prince waved his hand, stopping Sherlock from offering false condolences about the situation. "Yes, yes, very kind."

"Shall we, er..." John cleared his throat, stepping over to Sherlock. He motioned for Sherlock to lean down before whispering in Sherlock's ear, "You were right. The bacteria got into her another way."

Sherlock couldn't help but notice the smirk that appeared on his face. "Oh yes?"

"Yes," John nodded. 

"Right. We all set?" Kenny asked, bringing his hands together. 

John, Sherlock, and Y/N frowned and watched as Kenny pointed to the camera on the sofa. Y/N grabbed it and removed the protective lens, turning it on. "Um, yes. Can you...?" she said, twirling her finger in the air, pretending to be a journalistic photographer. 

"Not too close," Kenny warned as he returned to his original stance by the mantle. "I'm raw from crying." Then he lifted his head and posed for the camera, letting Y/N take a few pictures. 

Beneath Sherlock's feet, Kenny's cat meowed. It butted its head against his dark trousers causing Sherlock to frown. He tilted his head as he peered at the cat. He wasn't sure if that's what he should call it. 

"Oh, who's this?" Sherlock wondered as he motioned to the feline. 

"Sekhmet," Kenny answered, finding a new pose for Y/N to capture. "Named after the Egyptian goddess."

"How nice! Was she Connie's?" Sherlock asked. 

"Yes," Kenny nodded, taking pride in his response. Little present from yours truly." Then John smelled it as Kenny picked up Sekhmet, and the ominous smell of disinfectant seeped from the hairless cat. John smiled as the piece clicked into place.

"Actually," John turned to Kenny, tapping Y/N on the shoulder. "I think we've got what we came for. Excuse us." 

"What?" Kenny gasped as saw Y/N place the camera strap over her shoulders and return the protective lens to its place. 

"Sherlock," John sternly stated, raising his brows to say he'd solved it. 

"What?" Sherlock frowned, trying to interpret John's signal.  

"We've got deadlines," John said, pushing his two closest friends out of Kenny Prince's living room. This left behind a puddle of confusion for Mr. Prince and his sister's cat. 

_____

Once Raoul had closed the door behind them, John erupted in cheers. Triumphantly, John raised his fist in the air and then brought it down, doing a little happy dance. Y/N smiled and giggled at the sight. 

“Yes! Ooh, yes!” John laughed. He turned to Sherlock and froze. 

One look from Sherlock swiftly ended John's parade. “You think it was the cat. It wasn't the cat,” Sherlock corrected. 

John shook his head in disbelief. “What? No, yes. Yeah, it is. It must be. It's how they got the tetanus into her system. Its paws stink of disinfectant.” John whirled around to face Y/N, seeking backup, but found none. 

“Honestly, I have no clue what’s going on,” Y/N admitted. “I just took pictures.”

A knowing smirk crept onto Sherlock’s face. “Lovely idea, John.”

“No,” John adamantly said. “He coated it onto the paws of her cat. It's a new pet, bound to be a bit jumpy around her. A scratch is almost inevitable. She wouldn't have...”

“I thought of it the minute I saw the scratches on her arm,” Sherlock announced, “but it's too random and too clever for the brother.”

“He murdered his sister for her money,” John said as his smile was wiped from his face.

“Did he?” Sherlock raised a brow.

“Didn't he?” John wondered.

Sherlock shook his head. “No. It was revenge.”

“Wait,” Y/N interjected. “Revenge? Who wanted revenge? I know his sister wasn’t the nicest to him, but even so, Kenny seemed…genuine?” 

“Raoul, the houseboy,” Sherlock began explaining the case. He straightened his coat collar and stood taller, glancing down at his friends. “Kenny Prince was the butt of his sister's jokes, week in, week out, a virtual bullying campaign. Finally, he had enough and fell out with her badly. It's all on the website. She threatened to disinherit Kenny. Raoul had grown accustomed to a certain lifestyle, so...”

John shook his head, still in denial. “No, wait, wait. Wait a second. What about the disinfectant, then, on the cat's claws?”

“Raoul keeps a very clean house,” Sherlock noted. “You came through the kitchen door, saw the state of that floor, scrubbed to within an inch of its life. You smell of disinfectant now. No, the cat doesn't come into it. Raoul's Internet records do, though. Hope we can get a cab from here.” 

Sherlock peered up and down the street. There wasn’t a cab in sight. 

“Well, we could always walk back to the station or hop on a bus-“ Y/N suggested. Then, as if by divine intervention, a cab pulled onto the street. The trio hastily hailed the cab and jumped inside.

It did not take them long to arrive at the station. Traffic was horrible on the streets, but with a hefty bribe to the cab driver, they were bursting through the door of Lestrade’s office faster than Mrs. Hudson could flick on the latest episode of her favorite soap opera. 

A wave of black trickled majestically after Sherlock as he entered the office. “Raoul de Santos is your killer. Kenny Prince's houseboy. Second autopsy shows it wasn't tetanus that poisoned Connie Prince. It was botulinum toxin.” 

Lestrade sat up in his seat and sifted through the numerous papers on his desk. Finding the second autopsy report, his eyes scanned the results. His eyes widened. Sherlock was right.

“We've been here before. Carl Powers? Tut-tut. Our bomber's repeated himself,” Sherlock said.

“So how'd he do it?” Lestrade asked.

“Botox injection,” Sherlock answered.

“Botox?” Lestrade questioned, raising his brows. After all, it was not every day that someone was murdered with Botox.

“Botox is a diluted form of botulinum,” Sherlock explained. “Among other things, Raoul de Santos was employed to give Connie her regular facial injections. My contact at the Home Office gave me the complete records of Raoul's Internet purchases. He's been bulk ordering Botox for months.” Sitting across Lestrade, Sherlock swiftly crossed his legs and dug his hand into his coat pocket. “Bided his time, then upped the strength to a fatal dose.”

“You sure about this?” Lestrade asked in confirmation.

Instead of Sherlock’s voice answering, Y/N spoke up. “He is,” Sherlock peered up at her and felt his cheeks heat up. “Connie was an avid Botox user. It was all on the blogs and magazines. No one would bat an eye at the injection sights or if Botox turned up in the autopsies.” 

Lestrade nodded his head, “All right.”

“Sherlock,” John slowly said. “How long?”

“What?” Sherlock questioned as he snapped out of his daze. 

“How long have you known?” There was hurt evident in John’s voice. 

Y/N looked between the two of them. “Wait, you’re saying you sent John and I on a goose chase?” 

Sherlock shrugged, letting John and Y/N’s confusion and hurt fly over his head. “Well, this one was quite simple, actually, and like I said, the bomber repeated himself. That was a mistake.”

“No, but Sherl... The hostage... the old woman,” John uttered. “She's been there all this time.”

“I knew I could save her,” Sherlock replied as he began to type on the small pink phone.

. “I also knew that the bomber had given us twelve hours. I solved the case quickly; that gave me time to get on with other things. Don't you see? We're one up on him!“ Sherlock cheered. 

Like clockwork, the phone rang, and Sherlock answered. “Hello?”

“Help me,” the old woman whispered.

“Tell us where you are. Address,” Sherlock looked over to Lestrade, who had his team on standby. 

“He was so... His voice...,” the woman began to describe.

Sherlock’s pale blue eyes widened, and he grew pale. “No, no, no, no,” Sherlock yelled. “Tell me nothing about him. Nothing.” There was a desperation in his voice that Y/N had only heard a few times. 

Sherlock was rarely desperate unless something dangerous was happening. She recalled the terror that trembled from his chest during the night in the museum-the night Sulin died. It was the very voice he had when he clung to her after Hilton Cubitt was killed. 

Panic coursed through Y/N’s body, constricting her lungs. Sherlock was scared, and so was she. 

“He sounded so... soft-“ the caller was cut off and the horrifying sound of the dial tone screeched in Sherlock’s ear. 

Lestrade furrowed his brow and approached the stunned consulting detective. “Sherlock?” he asked, placing a hand on his shoulder. 

“What's happened?” John questioned. 

However, Sherlock couldn’t hear any of them. The pink phone was still glued to his ear, and his blue eyes began to fill with a salty ocean. Even in the blur, he found Y/N. She stood with her hands clutching her heart, her face in pain and shock. As he sought comfort in her presence, his fears were confirmed. 

This was a game for monsters and freaks. M had made that clear. The woman over the phone was human. She cared enough to speak up. In turn, she died. She was a chess piece in a game ruled by freaks like him. M had made his move. The botulinum that killed Connie Prince wasn’t a mistake. It was a threat. M was going to take his queen. His most important player. It wasn’t a mistake that Carl Powers' shoes were found in her flat. It wasn’t a mistake. He was also killed by botulinum. Through his cloudy eyes, Sherlock saw clearly now. 

Sherlock had to remove his queen from the chessboard before M could steal her from him forever.

______

Y/N should have found comfort in the worn leather of the sofa and the creaking of the floor beneath her feet. Steam rose from her cup as the cold air of Sherlock’s flat cooled her tea. 

Mrs. Hudson had made it for her, John, and Sherlock. The brown liquid swirled in her cup, with small herbs dancing around. Mrs. Hudson always made tea for them with the secret ingredient of love. Love was precisely what Y/N needed as the television echoed the horrific news. 

“The explosion,” the reporter announced, “which ripped through several floors, killing twelve people. It is said to have been caused by a faulty gas main. A spokesman from the utilities company...”

“He certainly gets about,” John sighed, stirring the tiny spoon in his tea. 

“Well,” Sherlock began. “Obviously, I lost that round.” 

Y/N bit her tongue. Twelve people had died, and Sherlock was still playing the game. She fought back tears as anger boiled to the surface. Sherlock had a heart, but the more he spoke, the more she thought she’d been wrong. 

“Although technically I did solve the case. He killed the old lady because she started to describe him,” Sherlock explained. “Just once, he put himself in the firing line.”

“What d'you mean?” John asked. 

“Well, usually, he must stay above it all,” Sherlock said, thinking back to all the cases M had given him so far. “He organizes these things, but no one ever has direct contact.”

“What... like the Connie Prince murder – he-he arranged that?” John’s voice wavered. “So people come to him wanting their crimes fixed up, like booking a holiday?”

“Novel,” Sherlock muttered.

Y/N scoffed. “Sounds like a demented version of what you do.” Sherlock cocked his brow. “I mean, you’re a consulting detective. People come to you wanting their cases solved. Maybe he’s a consulting criminal?”

Sherlock nodded, feigning interest. “Taking his time this time,” Sherlock said as he checked the pink phone.

John cleared his throat. “Anything on the Carl Powers case?”

Shaking his head, Sherlock replied. “Nothing. All the living classmates check out spotless. No connection.”

“ Have you checked outside of his class?“ Y/N proposed. John and Sherlock looked at her with confusion.

“I doubt anyone outside of Carl Powers’ class would-“ Sherlock replied.

“But what if he was a bully? I know that victims of bullying will sometimes fight back and m-“ Y/N explained.

“Bully?” John repeated.

“Yeah, I just…,” Y/N said. “I don’t want to leave any stone unturned. There was a reason Carl died, and M brought it to our attention.”  

“Hmmm,” Sherlock hummed before asking Lestrade to expand his search on Carl Powers' schoolmates.

“So why's he doing this, then –” John asked Sherlock. “Why is he playing this game with you? D'you think he wants to be caught?”

“I think he wants to be distracted,” Sherlock replied, shaking his head.

“I hope you'll be very happy together,” John murmured.

Sherlock frowned and stepped towards John. “Sorry, what?”

“What I think John is trying to say is that there are lives at stake, Sherlock – actual human lives...” Y/N softly spoke. “What if that was John. What if it was me?” 

Sherlock clenched his jaw and winced at her comment. He wasn’t going to let it be her. He didn’t care how many pawns he lost. So long as his queen was safe and away from the game, he’d be alright. 

“Just so I know,” John asked. “Do you care about that at all?”

“Will caring about them help save them?” Sherlock spat. 

“No, but…,” Y/N replied.

“Then I'll continue not to make that mistake,” his voice rose, startling Y/N, and his heart broke. He didn’t want to scare her off, but he had to. This was the first step: convincing her he had no heart.

“And you find that easy, do you?” John growled, stepping up to Sherlock. Their chests puffed as they glared at each other. 

“John, Sherlock,” Y/N pleaded. “Let’s not fight, please-“

“Yes, very,” Sherlock scowled. “Is that news to you?”

“No. No,” John shook his head and stepped back, pinching his brow.”

“I've disappointed you,” Sherlock observed.

“That's good,” John mumbled, “that's a good deduction, yeah.”

“Don't make people into heroes, John,” Sherlock coldly stated. “Heroes don't exist, and if they did, I wouldn't be one of them.” 

John sighed. All hope he had for Sherlock fled his mind. John scolded himself for thinking Sherlock had some semblance of empathy. He was sure his and Y/N’s presence had some sort of effect on the consulting detective. Sherlock had begun to care. He’d seen it with his eyes as he rescued them from the tunnel during the Blind Banker case. There was no mistaking it. Sherlock cared for them, but his game with M made John even more concerned. With each task M gave them, John drew more and more connections. Sherlock and M were too similar, and John feared losing his best friend to the monster. 

“Excellent!” Sherlock exclaimed the moment the pink phone buzzed with their newest case.  

Despite their flaming frustration with the detective, John and Y/N crowded around the phone, peering down at the photo.

“View of the Thames. South Bank – somewhere between Southwark Bridge and Waterloo,” Sherlock noted before turning to his friends. “You check the papers,” he instructed John. “I'll look online...”

“Oh, you're angry with me,” Sherlock paused, looking at John. “…so you won't help.” 

John only sighed. Of course, he was going to help. People's lives were on the line, and he was a doctor. There was no way John wouldn’t do his best to save anyone he could. Sitting on the sofa, he picked up a piece of paper and handed it to Y/N before taking a newsletter.

“Archway suicide,” Y/N read. 

Sherlock shrugged. “Ten a penny.” 

Y/N bit her lip at Sherlock’s nonchalance.

“Two kids stabbed in Stoke Newington,” John repeated as he scanned the pages. “Ah. Man found on the train line, Andrew West.”

Sherlock shook his head, then slammed his computer shut. “Nothing,” he grumbled. 

Y/N and John jolted at the sound, and within an instant, Sherlock had retrieved his phone and dialed Greg’s number.

“Gary, It's me,” Sherlock announced. “Have you found anything on the South Bank between Waterloo Bridge and Southwark Bridge?”

A smile crept onto Sherlock’s face upon hearing Lestrade’s words. John and Y/N needed no warning. They reluctantly got to their feet and reached for their coats. 

_____

“D'you reckon this is connected, then? The bomber?” Lestrade asked, staring down at the drenched body on the ground.

“Must be. Odd, though...” Sherlock pulled out the pink phone. “He hasn't been in touch.”

Lestrade frowned. “But we must assume that some poor bugger's primed to explode, yeah.”

“Yes,” Sherlock nodded. He tried not to notice the way Y/N shivered under her coat. He was tempted to hand her his scarf. 

“Any ideas?” Lestrade wondered. 

Sherlock tilted his head and bit his lip, counting all the ideas. “Seven... so far.”

Lestrade’s eyes bulged out of his head. “Seven?!”

Standing up from his crouch on the ground by the body, John relayed the information he had gathered. “He's dead about twenty-four hours – maybe a bit longer. Did he drown?” He asked Lestrade.

Greg shrugged. “Apparently not. Not enough of the Thames in his lungs. Asphyxiated.”

John nodded at Lestrade’s answer. “Yes, I'd agree.” Then, stepping over to Sherlock and Y/N, John continued. “There's quite a bit of bruising around the nose and mouth. More bruises here and here.”

Sherlock’s eyes followed where John had pointed out the injuries. Leaning down towards the body, he began to make his observations. “Fingertips,” Sherlock muttered quietly. Then Sherlock stood up and pulled out his phone. His feet swiftly began to trek away from the body. Greg, John, and Y/N followed along in confusion. 

“In his late thirties, I'd say, not in the best condition. He's been in the river a long while. The water's destroyed most of the data. But I'll tell you one thing: that lost Vermeer painting's a fake,” Sherlock stated. 

“What?” Lestrade asked. 

Sherlock turned towards Lestrade, with instructions readied. “We need to identify the corpse. Find out about his friends and associates...”

Lestrade shook his hands and head at the same time. Quickly, he jumped in front of Sherlock, interrupting his path to the cab awaiting them. “Wait-wait-wait-wait-wait. What painting? What are you – what are you on about?”

Blue eyes rolled in annoyance, and Sherlock pocketed his phone. “It's all over the place. Haven't you seen the posters? Dutch Old Master, supposed to have been destroyed centuries ago; now it's turned up. Worth thirty million pounds.”

“Okay,” Lestrade calmly said. His hands returned to his side. “So what has that got to do with the stiff?”

Sherlock’s eyes widened as a grin flashed across his face. “Everything. Have you ever heard of the Golem?” He asked his companions.

“Golem?” Y/N repeated. “You mean the magical creature that-“

“No,” Sherlock said, shutting down her idea.

“It's a horror story, isn't it?” John guessed. Sherlock nodded. 

“A horror story?” Y/N wondered. “What are you saying?”

“Jewish folk story,” Sherlock explained. “A gigantic man made of clay.” 

“So I was right. Sort of…” Y/N interjected. 

“It's also the name of an assassin,” Sherlock continued. “Real name: Oskar Dzundza. One of the deadliest assassins in the world. That is his trademark style.”

“So this is a hit?” Lestrade questioned.

“Definitely,” Sherlock confidently said. “The Golem squeezes the life out of his victims with his bare hands.”

Lestrade grimaced. “But what has this gotta do with that painting? I don't see...”

“You do see,” Sherlock hissed. “You just don't observe.”

“All right, all right, girls, calm down,” John began, but Y/N shot him a look. “Sorry, Sherlock calm down,” John corrected. “Sherlock? D'you wanna take us through it?”

Y/N placed her hand on Sherlock’s shoulder and peered up at him. With a soft smile, she reassured him. Taking a deep breath, Sherlock began. “What do we know about this corpse?” He raised a brow and looked at the three of them. “The killer's not left us with much, just the shirt and the trousers. They're pretty formal; maybe he was going out for the night. The trousers are heavy duty. Polyester, nasty, same as the shirt, cheap. They're both too big for him. So, some kind of standard-issue uniform. Dressed for work, then. What kind of work? There's a hook on his belt... for a walkie-talkie.”

“Tube driver?” Lestrade guessed.

“Construction worker?” Y/N wondered.

“Security guard?” John said, throwing his guess into the air.

“More likely,” Sherlock agreed. “That'll be borne out by his backside.”

“Backside?!” Lestrade’s mouth gaped open.

“Flabby,” Sherlock noted. “You'd think that he'd led a sedentary life, yet the soles of his feet and the nascent varicose veins in his legs show otherwise. So, a lot of walking and a lot of sitting around. Security guard's looking good. And the watch helps, too. The alarm shows he did regular night shifts.”

“Why regular?” Lestrade questioned. “Maybe he just set his alarm like that the night before he died?”

“No, no, no,” Sherlock shook his head. “The buttons are stiff, hardly touched. He set his alarm like that a long time ago. His routine never varied. But there's something else. The killer must have been interrupted; otherwise, he would have stripped the corpse completely. There was some kind of badge or insignia on the shirt front that he tore off, suggesting the dead man worked somewhere recognizable, some kind of institution.” 

Sticking his hand into the man’s pant pocket, Sherlock pulled out a wad of small papers. “Found this inside his trouser pockets. Sodden by the river but still recognizably...” Sherlock’s voice trailed off, awaiting a response from anyone.

“Tickets?” Y/N said after glancing at the papers. 

“Ticket stubs. He worked in a museum or gallery. Did a quick check. The Hickman Gallery has reported one of its attendants as missing.” Sherlock pointed to the dead man on the ground. “Alex Woodbridge. Tonight, they unveil the re-discovered masterpiece. Now, why would anyone want to pay the Golem to suffocate a perfectly ordinary gallery attendant? Inference, the dead man knew something about it, something that would stop the owner getting paid thirty million pounds. The picture's a fake.”

“Fantastic,” John complimented.

“Meretricious,” Sherlock mused.

“And a Happy New Year!” Greg blurted. 

Y/N raised a brow as she looked between the three men, uncertain of what inside joke was going on between them. 

“Poor sod,” John muttered, looking down at the deceased.

“I'd better get my feelers out for this Golem character,” Greg said as the group picked up their pace back to where the cab awaited.

“Pointless,” Sherlock warned Greg. “You'll never find him. But I know a man who can.”

“Who?” Greg asked.

Sherlock whirled around and extended his arms out. “Me,” he proudly said before gracefully disappearing into the back of the cab. “Why hasn't he phoned? He's broken his pattern. Why?” He muttered to himself. Once John and Y/N were safely seated, Sherlock instructed the cab driver on their next destination. “Waterloo Bridge.”

“Where now? The Gallery?” John wondered.

“In a bit,” Sherlock replied.

“The Hickman's contemporary art,” Y/N questioned. “Why have they got hold of an old master?” 

“Dunno,” Sherlock admitted. “Dangerous to jump to conclusions. Need data...” Sherlock’s eyes gazed out the window. The car had slowed underneath a bridge. Beside the car sat a homeless woman collecting change. “Stop!” Sherlock hollered. He leaned close to the driver's ear. “You wait here. I won't be a moment.”

“Sherlock?” John called after his friend, who walked up to the woman. They exchanged words, and Sherlock deposited a hefty sum into her cup.

“What are you doing?” John asked Sherlock once he got back into the cab. 

“Investing,” Sherlock mysteriously replied. “Now we go to the Gallery.” 

As luck would have it, the gallery was only a few minutes drive away from their detour. “Have you got any cash?” Sherlock asked John. 

John sighed and paid the driver before stepping out after Sherlock. However, Sherlock pushed John back into the car, toppling into Y/N’s lap. 

“No. I need you two to find out all you can about the gallery attendant. Lestrade will give you the address,” Sherlock said before closing the door in John’s face.

“Okay,” John grumbled. He quickly apologized to Y/N and then the two of them departed to Alex Woodbridge’s flat. 

______

It was surprisingly easy to get into Alex Woodbridge’s apartment compared to Kenny Prince’s home. There was no need for a camera and fake personas. 

Woodbridge’s apartment was a simplistic sight. The living space gave hardly any room for John, Y/N, and Julie, Alex’s roommate, to comfortably stand without brushing shoulders with one another. 

Julie appeared to be a sweet woman with her gentle expression. She wrapped her black and white flannel around her body and led them deeper into the flat. 

“We'd been sharing about a year,” Julie explained. She turned around to look back at John and Y/N. Her frizzy, short, brown hair stuck out oddly. “Just sharing.”

“Mmm,” John hummed to reassure Julie he didn’t assume otherwise. 

Stepping into Alex’s room, Y/N peered around, John close behind. In the left corner sat the bed, still unmade. Besides, a small table held a lamp, a few empty wrappers, and books. A cloaked object sat underneath a skylight on the far right side of the room. Y/N stepped closer, her brows knitting together as she guessed what it could be. 

“Is this a telescope?” Y/N asked, looking back at Julie, who nodded. 

John raised his brows, a bit impressed. It was not every day you came across someone who owned their own telescope. Gently pulling off the sheet, John felt a soft smile growing on his lips. His mind began to recall a time when he was a boy. He had learned about the solar system and was fascinated by it, so much so that he wrote to Santa to bring him a telescope for Christmas. It never happened, but still, it was a wish from childhood, and John couldn’t help but be fond. 

“May I?” He asked, motioning to the cloth covering the telescope.

“Yeah,” Julie nodded with a sadness in her voice. 

“Sorry,” John and Y/N consoled. 

“Stargazer, was he?” John questioned, and Julie’s face lit up with a caring light. 

“God, yeah. Mad about it. It's all he ever did in his spare time,” she chuckled. “He was a nice guy, Alex. I liked him. He was, er, never much of a one for hoovering.” Then Julie quickly looked away to conceal the tears that bubbled up to the surface. 

Y/N wanted to hug the woman but chose not to. Instead, she opted for her words: “Sorry for your loss.” Julie nodded in thanks. 

“What about art? Did he know anything about that?” John asked. 

“It was just a job,” Julie shrugged, “you know?” 

“Hmm. Has anyone else been around asking about Alex?” John pursed his lips in thought, bringing his hands behind his back to fiddle with his fingers. It was a habit that helped him think. 

Julie shook her head. “No…” Her voice trailed off as she realized something. “We had a break-in, though.”

“Hmm? When was that?” Y/N wondered as she peeked at the books on Alex’s bedside table. They were astronomy books of all sorts. 

“Last night. There was nothing taken,” Julie assured them. “Oh, there was a message left for Alex on the landline,” she said, trying to note anything of importance to the two of them. 

John raised his brows and strolled over to the phone beside Julie. “Who was it from?” 

“Well, I can play it for you if you like,” Julie said before turning around to enter the message box. She typed a few buttons and the phone began to whirr to life. 

Y/N and John stepped closer to hear. 

“Oh, should I speak now? Alex? Love, it's Professor Cairns. Listen, you were right. You were bloody right! Give us a call when…,” the message repeated.  

“Professor Cairns?” John mumbled, glancing up at Julie. 

Shaking her head, Julie replied. “No, no idea, sorry.”

“Mmm,” Y/N bit her lip. “Can we try and ring back?”

“Well, that's no good,” Julie replied. “I mean, I've had other calls since—sympathy ones, you know.”

John and Y/N nodded, remembering Julie’s roommate’s death. Turning to each other, they nodded. 

“Thanks again, Julie, for helping us,” Y/N thanked as the woman led John and her out of the flat. 

Julie sniffled before replying. “Anything I can do to help you catch Alex’s murderer.”

The two friends waved goodbye as the door shut. Once the click and lock of the door were heard, Y/N turned to John. 

“So,” she began. “Shall we go find Sherlock?” 

For some odd reason, John felt a slight twinge in the back of his head appear. His frustration with Sherlock was still fresh, and John was not looking to reopen the wound any time soon. Sighing, he responded, “I’m sure Sherlock will find us when he needs us.” 

Y/N chuckled in agreement. “Yeah, you’re not wrong about that. Should we go to the gallery then? Do some snooping of our own?” She wiggled her brows, which made John snicker. 

Before he could answer, the phone in his back pocket buzzed. Pulling it out, John frowned upon seeing the name, and his headache worsened. He bit back another sigh as the case Sherlock put on the back burner began to burn too hot. Mycroft was growing impatient and started to bother John about it. 

“Actually,” John said. “We’ve got another job we can work on.” 

Y/N’s face contorted with confusion. “What other-” she cut herself short. “Mycroft.” She linked her arm with John’s. “If Sherlock can have his little side-quests and detours, so can we.”

______

“He wouldn't. He just wouldn't.” The woman on the couch was inconsolable. It was not in the sense that her tears and sobs made questioning her difficult. In fact, she wasn’t crying at all. She solemnly sat on her sofa with her hands clenching tightly together. The tiny shard of sunlight peeked through her closed curtains, dimly lighting the room. While John and Y/N tried their best to sympathize and speak with her, Lucy refused to believe her boyfriend had anything to do with their case despite all the evidence against him. 

“Well, stranger things have happened,” John tried to say. 

“Westie wasn't a traitor. It's a horrible thing to say!” She glared at John as her hands turned white. 

“I'm sorry, but you must understand that's…” 

“That's what they think, isn't it, his bosses?” Lucy questioned. If someone else had watched the scene, they would have thought Lucy was interrogating John and Y/N. 

“He was a young man about to get married. He had debts…,” John softly listed off possible reasons, but Lucy was not having them. 

She defended, “Everyone's got debts, and Westie wouldn't want to clear them by selling out his country.” 

“John, can you, erm...?” Y/N sent him a look to let her give it a go. He raised his hands and let Y/N take the reins. “Lucy, we're not here to accuse Westie. We’re here for answers, and you have them. Can you tell me exactly what happened that night?”

Lucy nodded. Her shoulders relaxed, and the color returned to her hands. “We were having a night in. Just... watching a DVD. He normally falls asleep, you know, but he sat through this one. He was quiet. Out of the blue, he said he just had to go and see someone.”

“Do you know who?” Y/N asked. Lucy just shook her head and began to sob. Y/N peered over at John and whispered that it was time for them to leave. Any more questions and Y/N was afraid they’d leave Lucy in an even bigger puddle of tears and sorrow than she had been in before.

“I think it’s time we should go,” Y/N began to stand up. Lucy stood up and led John and Y/N back to the entrance. The cool light of the day momentarily blinded them, but their eyes quickly adjusted.   

“Oh, hi, Luce. You okay, love?” A man rolling in a bike asked. He stared at John and Y/N as they stepped out of his way. 

“Yeah,” Lucy nodded. 

“Who's this?” the biker asked. 

“John Watson. Hi,” John greeted. 

“Y/N L/N,” Y/N replied, taking the man’s hand. 

“This is my brother, Joe.” Lucy explained, “John and Y/N are trying to find out what happened to Westie, Joe.”

Joe raised his brows. “You two with the police?” 

“Uh…” John trailed off, looking over at Y/N, who hesitantly nodded. “...sort of, yeah.”

“Well,” Joe began, “tell 'em to get off their arses, will you? It's bloody ridiculous.”

John nodded. “I'll do my best. Well, er, thanks very much for your help. Again, I'm very, very sorry.”

“He didn't steal those things, Mr. Watson,” Lucy called out once John and Y/N stepped onto the street. “I knew Westie. He was a good man. He was my good man.”

Y/N waved goodbye before turning her back to Lucy. She shivered and whispered to John. “It’d be nice if she was right.”

“Yeah…” John absently agreed. “It would be.”

______

Sherlock’s scowl grew the longer he stood outside 221 B Baker Street. Soon, his left foot was tapping on the stone steps. He was growing impatient. John and Y/N sure seemed to be taking their time to arrive. 

Suddenly, a black cab rolled up to the street. It didn’t take a genius to spot the two figures inside. Sherlock jumped down the front steps and greeted the cab’s passengers. 

John stepped out first and then helped Y/N out afterward. “Alex Woodbridge didn't know anything special about art,” John told Sherlock. 

“And?” Sherlock questioned. John furrowed his brow in response.”Is that it? No habits, hobbies, personality?”

“Sherlock, breathe. Give us a second,” Y/N blurted. Sherlock’s wide blue eyes locked onto Y/N and he felt his heart stutter, giving John ample time to appropriately respond. 

“He was an amateur astronomer.”

A light went off in Sherlock’s mind. “Hold that cab,” he instructed them before running off to a homeless woman leaning against an iron fence. 

“Spare change, sir?” She asked Sherlock. 

“Don't mind if I do,” Sherlock stuck out his hand and retrieved the small slip of paper from the woman’s hands. 

Y/N watched the interaction with curiosity. Her eyes trailed after Sherlock as he hopped into the cab. Soon, the three of them were tucked in the back seat once again. 

It wasn’t long before they walked alongside industrial buildings and inside dark alleyways. Y/N found herself stepping closer to Sherlock as they passed from the light of the street lamps into the dark. Her hand brushed against his ever so softly. For a moment, her hand was all Sherlock could think about. 

“Beautiful, isn't it?” Sherlock whispered. His eyes trailing up to the twinkling stars above. 

Y/N’s eyes followed Sherlock’s. She paused before speaking. “I thought you didn’t care about stuff like that? Useless bits of information.”

Sherlock smirked, but his eyes moved down to hers, and his smile became a loving smile. “Doesn't mean I can't appreciate their beauty.” Time seemed to stand still as he gazed at Y/N under the starlight. His breath caught in his throat, and his eyes trickled to her lips.  

John spoke, breaking Sherlock’s trance. “Listen, Alex Woodbridge had a message on the answerphone at his flat. A Professor Cairns?”

“This way,” Sherlock said, leading John and Y/N deeper into the dark tunnels. 

“Nice! Nice part of town,” John sarcastically noted. “Er, any time you wanna explain.”

“Homeless network – really is indispensable,” Sherlock replied.

“Homeless network?” John questioned. 

“My eyes and ears all over the city,” Sherlock elaborated. 

“Ah, that's... clever. So you scratch their backs and...?” 

“Yes, then I disinfect myself,” Sherlock finished before taking out three lights for them and handing them out. 

“Flashlights?” Y/N wondered, turning hers on. 

John and Sherlock shared an odd expression. “What did you just call it?” John asked.

“A flashlight.”

John shook his head. “It’s a torch.”

Y/N fought back a sigh. “Yeah, torch, whatever. You know, sometimes I think you two forget I’m from America.”

Sherlock chuckled at the interaction. “Let’s go,” he said, flicking on his torch. 

The three of them entered the tunnel together. Small fires scattered between erected tents and cardboard boxes were the only light besides their own. As they whirled their lights around, Y/N stuck close to Sherlock. She felt as if she were more than three steps away from him; her lungs would constrict. 

“Sherlock! Y/N!” John’s voice hissed. The three of them spotted the tall shadow casting onto a nearby wall. 

Sherlock’s leather-gloved hand grasped Y/N’s arm.  “Come on!” Sherlock whispered as he quickly pulled her by his side, pushed her against the brick wall, and placed his hands beside her head. Sherlock leaned in close, using his body as a shield. Y/N’s nose was filled with his scent. She closed her eyes and bit her lip at the sudden intrusion in her personal space. 

“What's he doing sleeping rough?” John questioned. 

Y/N shuddered as Sherlock’s warm breath brushed against her cheeks. “Well, he has a very distinctive look. He has to hide somewhere where tongues won't wag – much.” Sherlock removed one of his hands from beside Y/N and reached into his pocket. 

“Oh shi…” John muttered to himself as he felt up his coat. “I wish I'd…” 

 Sherlock revealed John’s gun and handed it to him. John gratefully took the weapon and readied it. 

“Don't mention it,” Sherlock said, pushing off the wall to chase after the Golem. The three of them darted down the hallway after the giant man’s figure. By the time they reached the end, they caught sight of their killer entering a small black car. The door shut, and the car revved. Then Golem was gone. 

“ No! No! No! No!” Sherlock cried, waving his fist in the air. “It'll take us weeks to find him again.” 

Beside him, Y/N and John panted, looking at the exhaust the car had left behind. 

“Actually…” Y/N interjected. “I think I know where he’s going—or at least who he’s going after.” 

John’s eyes lit up with the same thought that occupied Y/N’s. “The Professor,” he muttered. 

“What?” Sherlock asked. 

“I told you: someone left Alex Woodbridge a message,” John recalled. “There can't be that many Professor Cairns in the book. Come on.”

______

A bright light crept out from underneath two large metal doors. Beyond the doors, Y/N could hear the voiceover of a film. She furrowed her brows and peered at her friends as they quietly and stealthily approached the doors. 

“Is that a–” Y/N began to ask when Sherlock cut her off. 

“Y/N, you’re staying out here.” 

Shock washed over Y/N’s face. “No, I am not staying behind.”

“No!” Sherlock hissed. “John and I will handle it. We’ll handle Golem, just stay here and-”

“And what? Look pretty? It’s just as dangerous staying out here in the dark than it is in the planetarium,” Y/N argued. She looked to John for assistance but was met with concerned eyes. “John?”

In an instant, Y/N was yanked away from the door. Sherlock’s firm hands grasped her shoulder and pulled her in close. “The Golem is dangerous and-” 

“Oh my God!” A shrill cry echoed from inside the planetarium. 

Sherlock’s eyes widened, and he removed his hands from Y/N. Motioning to John, he pushed open the door. “Stay here,” he commanded Y/N before the door slammed in her face. 

Muttering an array of curses under her breath, Y/N charged in after them. Immediately, her eyes burned from the flashing lights. In the flickers of light, Y/N saw John and Sherlock dance around for any sight of Golem. The longer Y/N looked, the dizzier she felt. Her feet stumbled, and she toppled off the stage. 

“Golem!”She heard Sherlock cry. 

Y/N groaned and came to a crouch position. In the distance, she spotted a woman lying on the ground. The lights continued to flash as she crawled over to who she believed to be Professor Cairns. Behind her, John and Sherlock struggled to spot Golem. 

“..many are actually long-dead, exploded into supernovas,” the film's narrator announced before the tape began to whir. 

“I can't see him. I'll go round. I'll go!” John yelled. 

Finger dug into the carpet as Y/N pulled herself closer to the professor. Her body was trembling, and her stomach began to churn. The light blared at her, and the volume of the film increased with each second. Y/N was sure that by the end, she’d come out blind and deaf. 

“Who are you working for this time, Dzundza?” She heard Sherlock taunt the assassin.

Finally, Y/N reached Professor Cairns. Suddenly, Y/N felt very cold. Sick climbed up her throat, and sweat clung to her forehead. Images of those dead, Hilton, the woman over the phone, and Soo Lin sparked in her mind. Feeling a sudden wave of determination, Y/N sat up and placed her hands on the professor’s chest. She wasn’t about to let someone else die, not if she could help it. Then she pushed down. Her shoulders pumped up and down, holding a steady pace. Up and down. Up and down. 

“Golem!” John hollered, followed by the sound of a gun cocking. “Let him go... or I will kill you.” 

Then, muffled grunts and cries reached Y/N’s ears. Her pace halted. Frightened eyes whirled around in a desperate search for John and Sherlock. The lights flickered on, and there they were. Under the spotlight, Sherlock swiftly twirled around Golem. The horror of a man towered over Sherlock, making him appear as miniscule as an ant. Nearby lay John, who struggled to get off the ground. 

“Sherlock!” Y/N screamed as Golem’s giant hand swung at Sherlock. The force of the blow dragged Sherlock to the floor. Instantly, Golem jumped on him, placing his hands over Sherlock’s nose and mouth. 

Jumping to her feet, Y/N ran as if it was the only thing she knew how to do. With each step, her mind went blank. She had to save Sherlock, but how? If Sherlock seemed tiny compared to the Golem, she was microscopic. Launching herself onto the stage, she slammed her body into the Golem. The sheer force momentarily knocked the Golem to the ground. However, he soon found himself back on his feet. A sickening grin inched onto Golem’s face as he stepped to Sherlock and Y/N. Y/N felt herself freeze over, unable to move, breathe, or blink. Golem stalked closer. Y/N shuddered before laying herself over Sherlock. She knew she didn’t stand a chance against a trained killer, but at the very least, she could give Sherlock time. 

Sherlock’s eyes blew wide as Y/N placed herself in front of him. “No, run away,” he wanted to croak but found his voice gone. It had been choked from him, instantly stunning him. With a breathless gaze, he gazed up at her. The stars and planets zoomed overhead in a taunting manner.

Clenching her eyes shut, Y/N braced herself for Golem’s hand, but it never came. John had pounced on him, locking the assassin in a chokehold. Golem struggled to pull John off, but when he did, he disappeared–jumping off the stage and running out the door. 

Y/N didn’t open her eyes until she felt Sherlock’s gentle touch on her cheek. It took her a moment to realize they were now sitting up. The film was playing overhead. With tears, she looked at him, and her voice was stolen. She wanted to say so many things but couldn’t find the words. Sherlock’s free arm wrapped around her body, pulling her close. Carefully, Y/N tucked her head into Sherlock’s neck. She breathed him in, feeling his heartbeat on her cheek. He was alive. She was alive. 

While Y/N clung to Sherlock, he found his mind in torment. He’d almost lost her. Sherlock tried so hard to keep her safe and close because, to him, Sherlock was the safest place around. However, it was a lie. Sherlock was dangerous, and being close to him was unsafe for her. 

He knew that now. If he hadn’t dragged her from case to case, she’d be safe in her flat with her cat. If he hadn’t brought her on, she wouldn’t have seen so much death. She would be safe. She would be free to live an everyday life away from Sherlock. But Sherlock was selfish. Her presence was more potent than any drug he’d ever taken. Her lips were sweeter than any victory had been. Sherlock was greedy and wanted her to stay, to be close, and never leave. Most of all, he wanted to love her. He did love her. Sherlock loved Y/N more than anything. 

A single tear fell from the pool in Sherlock’s eyes. He loved Y/N, so he had to keep safe, even if it meant he’d never see her again. She would be safe away from him, and so she had to go. Sherlock took one last moment to be selfish as they sat holding each other. His trembling lips met the crown of her head. His nose inhaled her scent one last time. His hands enveloped her body before tearing himself away. 

_____

Moriarty. The name was whispered in Sherlock’s mind as he and John opened the door to 221B Baker Street. A bittersweet triumph latched onto their shoulders, dragging them up the stairs. They had solved the case and saved that little boy, but now they had more questions. 

Warm light wrapped around Sherlock and John as they stepped into their flat. Their eyes fell onto Y/N’s sleeping figure. Sherlock had sent her home after their fight with Golem. Despite her protests, Sherlock and John’s insistence won. Both men’s eyes softened at the sight of Y/N.Her hair cascaded over her features, vaguely concealing the red skin around her eyes. 

Sherlock took a step further into the room. The floorboard creaked beneath his feet, alerting the woman from her sleep. She shot up but then relaxed at the sight. 

“You’re back,” she whispered. “What happened? Did you-”

“We solved the case,” Sherlock coldly said. He removed his coat and scarf and tossed them onto John’s armchair. 

“Sherlock,” Y/N gently muttered. “Are you alright?”

“Just stop!” Sherlock hissed. Y/N froze, and her eyes widened with shock as Sherlock appeared in front of her. “Don’t you see nothing you do helps? You’re a liability, Y/N. I’ve known it from the moment I laid eyes on you. From the moment I found you in that cab with a gun to your head, you’ve been a liability to me.” 

A new set of tears began to pour from Y/N’s eyes, too stunned to fight back.  

“If it weren’t for your emotions getting in the way—your caring…oh, your caring. You care too much.  Just as I said before, what good does caring do when people are going to die anyway? Soo Lin,  Hilton Cubitt: They all died despite your cares. Sentiment is a weakness found on the losing side. You, Y/N, are on the losing side. The only reason you haven’t realized it was because I was there. My mind free from the poison of it all,” Sherlock took in a shaky breath. His voice grew quiet. “...or so I thought.”

Stifling a sob, Y/N pleaded with Sherlock. “So why bother keeping me around?

“I had to,” he uttered. “You are my liability! Your sentiment is contagious, and its effects are leaking onto me. You make me weak. You make me lose my mind when I am not near you. And when I am, all concepts of cunning and intelligence evade me. I become human. I fear. I feel things I have never felt before. You…you have ruined me!”

Silence filled the air. John stood against the wall and clenched his fist in fury. He had never wanted to hit Sherlock more than he did now. However, Y/N’s saddened scoff drew his attention. It was her turn to say her piece. 

“I…” Y/N took in a quick breath to steady herself. “…I think I finally understand what’s going on in that mind. You say sentiment is on the losing side, that it’s weak, that I’m weak. Well, Sherlock, you’re wrong.” 

Y/N stepped closer to Sherlock—a determined gleam reflected in her eyes. “Yes, I care about others, maybe too much, but that makes me stronger. I have people to love and who love me back. Can you say the same?” 

Sherlock stared back at her, all thoughts and words fled in her presence. 

“I doubt you can,” Y/N continued. Her words commanded the room and Sherlock’s attention. He could not ignore her. “You push everyone away and blame it all on your intellectual mind. Your brother has to pay others to ensure you’re okay because he cares about you, and you couldn't care less. John buys you milk even when he knows it’ll disappear within a day due to your insane experiments, yet you never say thank you or offer to buy it yourself. Auntie M makes you tea and occasionally helps tidy up even though she’s just your landlady, and you shoot holes into her walls. Greg brings you cases and lets you get away with many things, yet you can never get his name right. Molly lets you take body parts from Bart’s, something that could cost her her job. However, you shred her apart every chance you get.  I stand up for you when others try to break you down, and here you are, breaking me. All because I care too much. Because I care too much for you. I get it. I’m just your neighbor and assistant. That’s all I’ll ever be, even though you kissed me that night. Even though I’ve wanted you to kiss me for so long.” 

“But your intelligence? That’s not the real reason you push everyone away.” Y/N’s grew low. “You treat the people around you like shit because you’re afraid they’ll leave just like everyone else and it’ll be easier to unattach yourself from them if they were never really there in the first place. So I quit. I quit being your assistant. I quit being your neighbor. You win Sherlock. You want me gone? I’ll leave. I’ll find the first flight out of London. I’ll go back home. I’ll leave, and you’ll never have to see me again because I understand now…”

A sob broke out from Y/N. John gasped, staring between his two friends. Wiping her tears away, Y/N raised her chin up high. Her feet trekked to the open door of John and Sherlock’s flat and paused before leaving. “Goodbye, John,” she said to her friend with melancholy eyes. “Goodbye…Sherlock.” It was barely a whisper, and by the time Sherlock realized what Y/N had said, she was gone. 

____

The sound of the lock on her front door was the consolation Y/N found once she entered her apartment. Tears poured from her eyes as she collapsed against the door. She couldn’t see anything and couldn’t hear anything past her sobs, so when a warm hand pressed against her shoulder, she jumped out of her skin. 

Following the hand to its owner, she saw Jim standing above her. His eyes were soft and gentle as he lifted her to her feet and hugged her. 

Mumbling into her boyfriend’s shoulder, she asked, “How’d you get here?”

“Your aunt let me in,” he replied. “But that’s not important. What’s wrong, love?”

Y/N was too caught up in her emotions to recall her aunt was out with a friend for the evening. Instead, she caved into her boyfriend's touch and sweet words. 

“I’d rather not talk about it,” she admitted, leaning deeper into his comfort. 

Jim nodded and raised his hand to rub circles on her back. “How ‘bout after tea? I find that tea always helps soothe the mind.” He pulled back and smiled at her. 

Y/N quickly agreed, and before she knew it, she’d drunk two cups of the steaming hot liquid. Upon noticing her cup was empty again, Jim poured her another cup and urged her to drink up. Y/N swallowed it down, finding the herbs to numb her senses. After a moment's silence, Y/N found her strength returning. 

Taking a deep breath, she peered over at her boyfriend, ready to speak. “It was Sherlock. He…” Tears bubbled back up to the surface. “He…he” Y/N furrowed her brow. Her tongue seemed to stop working, and her mind was growing blank. “Sherlock,” she whispered with much difficulty.

Jim groaned. “Sherlock, Sherlock, Sherlock.” Each time he said the detective's name, a chilling animosity grew.

“Huh?” Y/N said through the fog of her mind. She knocked her hand against something hard. The teacup fell to the floor and shattered. The deafening sound provided Y/N with some momentary clarity. When Y/N tried to stand from her seat, she discovered her legs had failed her. Instead of standing upright, she was on the floor beside the shattered cup. A groan escaped her mouth. 

“I was wondering when it’d take effect,” Jim said. Y/N dragged her head to look up at him. Confusion covered her features as she saw the grin on her boyfriend’s face. As if he sensed her gaze, Jim’s eyes turned empty. “ Oh! I love that look on your face. Utter confusion. It’s adorable. I could just…muaw!” He placed a wet kiss on her lips. The force pushed her to the ground, and the hard surface welcomed her. She felt herself growing weaker. Her breath slowed, and her eyes grew heavy. 

“You made my job a whole lot easier, and I’m very grateful for that, my dear. But I’ll have to reward you later when you wake up. I’m going to take you far away from here—away from Sherlock, John…I’m taking you away from it all.” 

With the last of her strength, her mind screamed at her. Terror filled her veins as the walls caved in on her. She whimpered.

“Oh, there’s no need for that,” Jim said, crouching down. His fingers brushed through her hair, luring her to sleep. “Just rest. Everything will be alright. I promise.”

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[newkatzkafe2023]

The Genderbend Children

So remember when I told you about the kids that might know your true job. Well Here's a few list of the kids that know about your true job.

Those that know for sure your a Seriel killer:

Bart Simpson/ Babs Simpson

Stewie Griffin/Susie Griffin

Louise belcher/Lewis Belcher

Cubert Farnsworth/Cube Farnsworth

Eric Cartman/Erica Cartwoman

Jessie Glaser/Jeff Glaser

Princess Tiabeanie/Prince Tobias

Kenny Mccormick/Kathy Mccormick

Moon Tobin/Sun Tobin

Andrew Glouberman/Andrea Glouberman

Judd Birch/June Birch

Maggie Simpson/Magi Simpson

Those who have a pretty good idea:

Violet Hart/Victor Hart

Meg Griffin/Mike Griffin

Tina Belcher/ Tino Belcher

Hailey Smith/Howard Smith

Ham Tobin/Hammy Tobin

Judy Tobin/ John Tobin

Lisa Simpson/Leroy Simpson

Jane Lane/James Lane

Daria Morgendorffer/Dario Morgendorffer

Connie Souphanousinphone/ Connors Souphanousinphone

Missy Foreman-Greenwald/ Mister Foreman-Greenwald

Summer Smith/Spring Smith

Yumyulack/Yanyula

Those who are close to finding out

Quin Morgendorffer/Qint Morgendorffer

Dwight Conrad/Delight Conrad

Kimberly Harris/Kipperly Harris

Millie Tillerman/Miles Tillerman

Kyle Brofloviski/Kylie Brofloviski

Stan Marsh/Stacy Marsh

Nick Birch/Nicki Birch

Jesse/James

Leah Birch/Leon Birch

Those who had no clue but learned the hard way

Ducan Harris/Daisy Harris

Jing Harris/Jang Harris

Chris Griffin/Christina Griffin

Morty Smith/Morta Smith

Bobby Hill/Bibbi Hill

Joseph Gribble/Josephine Gribble

Jay Bilzerian/Jacy Bilzerian

Gene Belcher/Genie Belcher

Cole Tillerman/Cola Tillerman

Wolf Tobin/She-Wolf Tobin

Val Bilzerian/Valerie Bilzerian

Kurt Bilzerian/Katy Bilzerian

Rallo Tubbs/Ronda Tubbs

Roberta Tubbs/Robert Tubbs

Cleveland Jr/Callie Jr

Ok I think that's everybody just know with the knowledge of your forbidden secret, they will keep it to the day they DIE 👌🦴🦷🗡🔪🥰

Leave Comments on the child or Teenager who I may have possibly forgotten and I will add it to the list.

[ebaeschnbliah]

S E K H M E T

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The lioness goddesses of war and healing, who could only be appeased with the “feasts of drunkenness"

Some time ago, before S4 aired, I posted about the Prince’s case from TGG, with an addition/revision three months later - Connie Kenny & Raoul . In the course of the last two years, and with the new informations given in S4, some of my former ideas and theories have changed, some expanded. Which can be expected with this story full of surprises. :)  

My interpretaation of the character mirrors in the Prince’s case though, is today the same as in the addition from Dec 2016:

Connie Prince/Mycroft/brain

Kenny Prince/Sherlock/body

Raoul de Santos/Jim/sex

Sekhmet the cat/John/love

Back then I did only a very quick research of Sekhmet, the Egyptian goddess, because my main focus was on the human actors. Still, the combination of warrior and healer in Sekhmet’s attributes, combined with a strong connection to the sun, convinced me that this cat represents John. John is a soldier and a doctor, he hasn’t only a strong connection to the sun (conductor of light) but also to the lion … panthera leo ... family: felidae … cats. 

“Sekhmet. Named after the Egyptian goddess.”  (Kenny Prince, TGG)

Playing around with the five cases of TGG lately (Bruce-Partington), Sekhmet the cat came into focus once more and I researched that Egyptian goddess a bit more deeply … and found a lot of interesting and astonishing things I never noticed before.

Anyone who is interested in Egyptian goddesses in connection with Sherlock BBC, some musings on cats & lions and a little bit on dogs as well  ...  there’s more under the cut …. 

Sekhmet

In ancient Egypt Sekhmet was worshipped as a warrior goddess as well as a goddess of healing. She was depicted in art as a lioness, the fiercest hunter known to the Egyptians or as a woman with the head of a lioness, who was dressed in red, the colour of blood. Sekhmet was also a solar deity, sometimes called the daughter of Ra and bears the Uraeus (serpent), and the solar disk on her head. She is closely associated with the goddesses Hathor and Bastet and the Eye of Ra. 

Meaning of the name Sekhmet:  "the one who is powerful or mighty". Sekhmet was also called "One before whom evil trembles", "Mistress of Dread", "Lady of Slaughter" and "She who mauls". It was said that her breath formed the desert. She was seen as the protector of the pharaohs and led them in warfare. 

The festivals of intoxication 

To pacify Sekhmet, festivals were celebrated … the Egyptians danced and played music to soothe the wildness of the goddess and drank great quantities of wine ritually, to imitate the extreme drunkenness that stopped the wrath of the goddess, when she almost destroyed humanity. 

Hathor 

She was a major goddess who played a wide variety of roles and was one of several goddesses who acted as the Eye of Ra, Ra's feminine counterpart, and in this form she had a vengeful aspect that protected him from his enemies.

Hathor was often depicted as a cow, symbolizing her maternal and celestial aspects, although her most common form was a woman wearing a headdress of cow horns and a sun disk. She could also be represented as a lioness or a cobra. Titles given to her were: ‘Mistress of the Stars/Sky’, ‘Mistress of Love’, ‘Lady of the Offering/Contentment’.

Myths connecting Sekhmet and Hathor

In a myth about the end of Ra's rule on the earth, Ra sends Hathor as Sekhmet to destroy mortals who conspired against him. Sekhmet's blood-lust was not quelled at the end of battle and led to her destroying almost all of humanity, so Ra poured out beer, dyed red, so that it resembled blood. Mistaking the beer for blood, she became so drunk that she gave up the slaughter and returned peacefully to Ra.

In the ‘Book of the Heavenly Cow’. Ra sends Hathor as the Eye of Ra to punish humans for plotting rebellion against his rule. She becomes the lioness goddess Sekhmet and massacres the rebellious humans, but Ra decides to prevent her from killing all humanity. He orders that beer be dyed red and poured out over the land. The Eye goddess drinks the beer, mistaking it for blood, and in her inebriated state reverts to being the benign and beautiful Hathor. 

The two aspects of the Eye goddess ... violent and dangerous versus beautiful and joyful ... reflected the Egyptian belief that women encompassed both extreme passions of fury and love.

Bastet 

Originally she was also worshipped as a lioness goddess, just as Sekhmet. Along with the other lioness goddesses, Bastet would occasionally be depicted as the embodiment of the Eye of Ra and her festival was celebrated with great amouts of wine. Her name became associated with the lavish jars in which Egyptians stored their ointment used as perfume. Bastet thus gradually became regarded as the goddess of perfumes, earning the title of ‘perfumed protector’. Greeks occupying ancient Egypt toward the end of its civilization changed her into a goddess of the moon.

Eventually Bastet and Sekhmet were characterized as two aspects of the same goddess, with Sekhmet representing the dangerous side of her personality and Bastet, who was increasingly depicted as a cat, representing her benign side.

The Eye of Ra

The Eye of Ra is a feminine counterpart to the sun god Ra and a violent force that subdues his enemies. It is an extension of Ra's power, equated with the disk of the sun, but it is also an independent entity, which can be personified by  goddesses like Hathor, Sekhmet, Bastet and others. The Eye goddess acts as mother, sibling, consort, and daughter of the sun god. She is his partner in the creative cycle in which he begets the renewed form of himself that is born at dawn. 

The Egyptians often referred to the sun and the moon as the "eye"s of particular gods. At times they called the solar eye the "Eye of Ra" and the lunar eye the "Eye of Horus". The related hieroglyphs show the eye iconographically mirrored … from the perspective of the viewer it’s the left eye, from the viewpoint of the god, it’s the right one.

Source of historical information and images: Wikipedia (Sekhmet, Hathor, Bastet Eye of Ra)

Astonishing details shared with Sherlock BBC

The symbol of the eye turns up throughout the whole story. The sprayed eye from TBB and Sherlock’s eye from TEH.   ( Eyes    Eyes & Questionmarks)

Women dressed in red. Mary in TEH and Faith in TLD

A woman wearing cow horns. Mary in TSOT and Janine can also be seen with them in HLV. 

A woman wearing a snake on her head. Amanda in TBB.

The ‘Perfumed Protector’ and the moon. Sherlock and Mary from TEH and Claire de la Lune from HLV.   (Claire de la Lune   Clair De La Lune   Perfume Deduction   All things are blue

Lots of lions. These are both from TBB.  (John is the Lion sculpture  Cupid lions and omnia vincit Amor   TBB - hic sunt leones   Corporal Lyons’ insignias of love   Lions in TAB) 

The conductor of light. John in TGG and THOB.

A feast of drunkeness. Sherlock and John in TSOT.

Sekhmet  (TGG and a pic of the Gayer-Anderson Cat, which is believed to be a representation of Bastet (X)

Could it be that someone involved with Sherlock BBC is a big fan of Ancient Egypt? Or is all this just coincidence? Anyway, Sekhmet, Hathor, Bastet and the Eye of Ra …. all of them are closely connected to one another. 

one transforms into the other and back again

one develops from the other

they represent different aspects of the same thing

Regarding Sherlock BBC, this duality feels rather familiar. Especially where the ‘canines’ of the story are concerned. As @sagestreet points out in the Follow the Dog metas, all dogs are connected to sex and the fear of sex is represented by the monstrous hound. Two variations of canines serve to express different attitudes towards sexuality. 

At the same time there are also two human characters (male and female) who act as main mirrors for sexuality … Jim Moriarty, who conveniently calls himself Mr. Sex and Irene Adler, the cunning dominatrix. And in one scene from THOB two dogs can be seen in a shop, sitting side by side behind glass.

Sexuality is a very important aspect in life and in this story as well. Dogs and traces of dogs are interwined with it from the first to the last episode. RedBeard, either Irish Setter or someone else, turns out to be a key element in Sherlock’s past. 

What about love?

There’s another important aspect in life and in this story, besides sexuality. This aspect is love. How farfetched is it to assume that love might be portrayed in a similar way as sex? There exist already two human characters (male and female) who are widely considered to be main mirrors for love … John Watson and Molly Hooper. But is there also an animal who could represent love, like the dogs represent sex? An animal that appears, similar to the canines, in two different variations? 

Two cats in one pic, sitting in a shop behind glass … very similar to the two dogs in Speedy’s window. There are also two variations of felines who play a role in the story … cats and lions. A tame pet version and the big, wild and dangerous relative of the same species. And while John Watson is connected to lion and sun, Molly Hooper owns Toby the cat. 

Yes. I am officially going to be a mad old cat woman. I'm 31 and I'm single and I've bought a cat. But he's great. He's called Toby.   (Molly’s blog)

Felines …. cats and lions

A cat can scratch and bite you. It hurts, yes, but it wont kill you. A lion though, that one surely is able to ‘break every bone in your body, while naming it’ and can easily shred your heart into tiny pieces. Lions also often suffocate their prey by covering the muzzle. It’s called ‘the kiss of death’.

Molly & Irene - female mirrors for love & sex

There exists a striking similarity between Molly Hooper (love) and Irene Adler (sex). At Christmas in ASIB, both women send a gift for Sherlock (Mouth like a crimson wound). On both ocassions the wrapping paper is colour-coordinated with the lipstick. ‘The shade of red echoes her lipstick’ explains Sherlock in Molly’s case while the picture of Irene’s gift comes with a flashback to the beginning of the episode when she decides that a ‘shade of blood’ would be the perfect colour for her lips. Sherlock opens only one of the two presents that day … that of Irene (sex). I wrote about it in Explosive, it’s more me . The content of Molly’s present (love), is never revealed. 

John & Jim - male mirrors for love & sex

Choices and consequences … that’s a main theme which runs through the whole story and Sherlock seems to be torn between two aspects: John or James, James or John, saint or sinner … friend or lover … the more is less. This topic is adressed in detail in  Solutions or Choices  and  The Big Question - The menaing of Reichenbach. Therefore I leave it here. The picture below shows the strong connection between John (love) and Jim (sex) very clearly.

Sex and love

Sex - is action. It can be the breathtaking fulfillment of love. It can be given without love, it can be supressed, it can be sold, bought or taken by force. Sexuality can be controlled and locked away somewhere deep down in the hidden places of the soul. 

Love - is quite a different matter. Love can’t be supressed, sold or bought, or taken by force. Love can’t be given if it’s not there in the first place. Love can’t be controlled. Love is what it is. If love is there, it’s there. If not, then not. Love isn’t action. It is emotion. 

Therfore love is a much more dangerous aspect to deal with than sex … if one tries to avoid it because one is afraid of it. 

How to deal with too much unwanted emotion?

If Jim represents sex in this story, Sherlock’s counter measure against Mr. Sex seems to be a padded cell deep down in his mind palace. Here he keeps the unwanted urges fixed in a straight jacket and chained to the wall with an iron leash …. like a monstrous hound from hell  (Shoes for the hound).  A measure probably based on the pinciple: ‘don’t want it, don’t act on it’

LESTRADE: ... but these (murders) do appear to be suicides. We know the difference. The, um, the poison was clearly self-administered. REPORTER 3: Yes, but if they are murders, how do people keep themselves safe? LESTRADE: Well, don’t commit suicide.

Counter measures against love

If John represent love, how does Sherlock deal with love? This indomitable, uncontainable emotion. How does he react to a feeling he fears and desires at the same time? Comparing love to a powerful and deadly animal like a lion(ess) … what measures does Sherlock take to deal with that lion(ess)? How does one keep a dangerous lion(ess), if one can’t control that creature, that emotion? 

If one can’t chain it … maybe one can change it? 

It is known that Sherlock changes stories he doesn’t like. Could he apply a similar treatment to an emotion he fears? Transforms Sherlock LOVE, the mighty lion(ess), into a harmless cat, so he can keep it without danger. And the only remnant which indicates the actual origin of that ‘cat’ is the name Sherlock chooses for her in the play he creates on his mind stage ….. Sekhmet, the lioness goddess of war and healing. 

The cat breed chosen to play Sekhmet is a Sphynx Cat. Maybe that's not just another lovely nod to Ancient Egypt. It could also confirm Sherlock’s strategy to deal with his fear of an emotion like love ... by diminishing the source of that fear. Because of all cat breeds on this planet, Sphynx Cats are among the most vulnerable and helpless ones. 

Without a fur, their body isn’t protected against sunburn, hot/cold/wet weather, bites/scratches from other animals. They need to be bathed regularly to remove body-oils which would normally be absorbed by the fur. Without the constant care of their humans, those cats would not be able to survive outdoors for long. Maybe as a reaction to this helplessness, these cats have developed a very close and more dog-like relationship with humans. 

Diminishing the source of a fear in order to bypass it, to better cope with it … this strategy is also adressed in Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, when Professor Lupin introduces his pupils to a boggart and teaches them how to deal with that creature:

"It's a shape-shifter. It can take the shape of whatever it thinks will frighten us most. Boggarts like dark, enclosed spaces, Nobody knows what a boggart looks like when he is alone, but when I let him out, he will immediately become whatever each of us most fears.” 

“The charm that repels a boggart is simple, yet it requires force of mind. You see, the thing that really finishes a boggart is laughter. What you need to do is force it to assume a shape that you find amusing …. force it to look comical.”  (X)

Transforming a fear into something that is ridiculous or something that is profoundly helpless, achieves quite the same result. The fear might not go away but it diminishes. 

The conclusion of the Prince’s case

It isn’t Kenny, it is Connie who owns Sekhmet the cat and it is also Connie who employs Raoul de Santos. An appropiate choice if Connie indeed represents the brain. Both, the chemistry of love and of sex, have their origins in the brain after all.

The scenario performed in this little play on Sherlock’s mind stage, tells the story of a man (Kenny/Sherlock), of a body, who is clearly ruled and dominated by his brain (Connie/Mycroft). And that body isn’t happy at all under the reign of this government. It’s a brain that ‘works’, that ‘shows off’, a brain that knows exactly ‘what goes best with what’. While the body, the transport, gets constantly bullied, ridiculed and forced into a role it doesn’t want. But apparently there are also parts of the same brain that contemplate thoughts of love (Sekhmet/John) and sex (Raoul de Santos/Jim). 

Mirrored in the shiny surface of the table:  John & Sekhmet (love & love on different levels) while Raoul (sex) is silently lurking in the background.

By the end of this scenario Sherlock seems to come to the conclusion that sex would be the death of brain. Better and more reasonable to lock sex up somewhere deep down inside himself and stay safely back with the harmless cat. Definitely leave the lion in the bag. Cat/love/John without sex/Raoul/Jim would still be love …. philia/agape …. not eros. 

The outcome of the Prince’s experiment seems to be Sherlock’s basis for the following experiments. At any rate, by the end of The Reichenbach Fall, he comes to a very similar conclusion. Here too Sherlock chooses brain/work over love and sex. This time to save friendship (philia) and he sends his body into hiatus/undercover … into a metaphorical coffin. 

Then he puts on a facade to hide his true self behind it. And Sherlock keeps the cat/lion(ess) because, after all, he (Sherlock/Mary) is a big cat lover. 

Thanks for reading this far. I leave you to your own deductions. Thanks @callie-ariane for the scripts. :)

November, 2018

Related metas which inspired me:

Follow the dog Meta-Series   Cats and dogs   Conny and Kenny Prince   John is the Lion sculpture

Cupid lions and omnia vincit Amor   TBB - hic sunt leones   Corporal Lyons’ insignias of love   Lions in TAB   

Sherlock Cats&Dogs   

@gosherlocked @sherlockshadow @possiblyimbiassed @raggedyblue @sarahthecoat @sagestreet @loveismyrevolution @spenglernot

[aikainkauna]

Stills from Rasputin: Dämon Der Frauen (Rasputin: Demon With Women), 1932.

[garkgatiss]

Is Connie Prince important? Like as in metaphors, mirrors or anything like that? Because I’ve never seen a meta about her, but it seems strange that such a minor character like that has a blog for herself and titled “beauty queen of hearts”

Connie Prince sure does have a tie-in blog! And honestly I'd completely forgotten about until I was rewatching TGG a few days ago and had an epiphany, so you really could not have chosen a more perfect moment to send this ask.

They use Connie's blog to establish its unreliability. Specifically, to establish unreliability using Connie's age.

When Connie Prince's death is first reported on TV, the marquee gives her age as 48. But a moment later, Lestrade walks into the morgue and reads from the police report that Connie Prince was 54. On Connie's blog, her bio gives her own age as 36, and on the message board, we can see that Molly seems to have been under the impression that Connie was 32(!! Molly, honey). Thus from the outset, we have reason to question the information on Connie's blog and the reliability of the message board (and also the info on TV!).

Connie Prince's murder is the third of the five pips in TGG, and is the only one for which Sherlock is unable to save the hostage. The hostage, the blind woman, begins to describe Moriarty's voice just before the sniper triggers her explosive vest. Sherlock insists that this is why she was killed, and that he was still essentially right about his solution to the case.

However. Sherlock gets all the information he uses to solve this case from Connie's blog and other various gossip sources, combined with a call to the Home Secretary, who provides him with Raoul's Botox order history. He doesn't interview either her brother, Kenny Prince, or the staff person who reported her death, Raoul de Santos, and instead sends John to interview them and then disregards everything he has to say about them.

The thing about Connie being a beauty guru is that she specializes in creating façades, and Sherlock is taken in by it — taken in by the public-facing blog, the message board gossip, the shortcut that allows him to "get one up" on his adversary, so he thinks.

Sherlock also begins this case with the conversation with Lestrade where he suggests the mystery bomber is either a "good Samaritan" or a "bad Samaritan", unable to offer a unifying explanation that encompasses both the motivation to expose suspicious deaths as murders and press-gang suicide bombers.

John leaves the Prince home certain that the murder was carried out by Kenny using Sekhmet the cat, Sekhmet of course being the Egyptian goddess of both war and healing (sound familiar?) but Sherlock is insistent that this theory is too clever for Kenny to have come up with, basing his poor estimation of Kenny's cleverness on outward impressions and third-hand information (sound familiar???).

When John and Sherlock are back in 221B, watching the police arrest Raoul de Santos on TV, the final shot is of Kenny Prince standing in the window. The camera zooms in on him, and though it only lasts a moment, the very last thing we see is Kenny holding Sekhmet the cat and very nearly smiling.

The clue is, yet again, in the name. De Santos, saints, innocent. Connie Prince was murdered by her own brother Kenny, and Raoul de Santos was framed. The whole motive described by Sherlock — Connie bullying Kenny on TV, their falling out, Connie threatening to disinherit him — gives more motive to Kenny than to Raoul. What really happened? Kenny could easily have asked Raoul to order extra Botox, could have been ordering it himself using Raoul's account, etc. Raoul's perspective of what happened is also fascinating to contemplate — Raoul was the one to offer the original cause of death explanation as the cut on the hand, which we know was done after the fact, suggesting that Raoul still felt implicated somehow and needed to create a cover story. Did Kenny create a Barry Berwick situation for Raoul, like what we see at the beginning of this episode, where due to some lapse in memory Raoul believed that he mistakenly injected Connie with a fatal dose of Botox? Did Kenny arrange it so it seemed like he was selflessly offering to help Raoul cover for his crime? Classic noir trope, by the way.

(Also, "too clever for the brother?" Isn't Moriarty meant to be coming up with these murder schemes anyway? This isn't necessarily meta, it's just that they realize as they're watching Raoul be arrested that their bomber is acting as a "consulting criminal" but they never go back to three seconds ago and revisit how "clever" Kenny would have had to have been with the cat. But that's neither here nor there, as far as I can tell.)

ANYWAY. Sherlock underestimated the murderer's cleverness, relied on black-and-white thinking and third-hand gossip, failed to look past a façade to synthesize and fully understand his adversary, got it wrong, and people died. That's why Connie Prince has a tie-in blog.

[michu-writes]

Characters I write for!

South Park

(This includes post COVID!)

• Stan Marsh

• Kyle Broflovski

• Kenny McCormick

• Craig Tucker

• Tweek Tweak

• Wendy Testaburger

• Clyde Donovan

• Mysterion

• Token Black

• MAYBE Eric Cartman (I don’t really feel that interested in his character)

• Butters Stotch

• Scott Tenorman

Encanto

• Camilo

• Bruno

• Isabela

• Mirabel

• Dolores

Omori

(I don’t really write for them in headspace)

• Omoriboy

• Sunny

• Aubrey

• Hero

• Kel

• Basil

Inside Job

Reagan Ridley

Brett Hand

Andre Lee

Glenn Dolphman

Magic Myc

Gigi

Ninjago

Kai

Cole

Jay

Zane

Lloyd

Nya

Sensei/Lord Garmadon

Pixal

Ronin

Morro

The Cuphead Show

The devil

King dice

Cuphead

Mugman

Eddsworld

Edd

Matt

Tom

Tord

Paul

Patryk

Eduardo

Jon

Ell

Matilda

Tamara

Tori

Red leader

Future Edd

BFDI / BFB

Firey

Leafy

Bubble

Flower

Leafy

Match

Pencil

Blocky

Coiny

Lollipop

Pin

Sonic (includes boom, movie and just normal versions)

Sonic

Knuckles

Tails

Shadow

Silver

Scourge

Rouge

Gravity Falls

Dipper

Mabel

Ford

Pacifica

Wendy

Adventure Time

Princess bubblegum

Marceline

Finn

Marshall Lee

Prince Gumball

Flame princess

Gorillaz

2D

Murdoc

Russle

Noodle

Steven Universe

Steven

Pearl

Amethyst

Garnert

Connie

Bismuth

Lapis Lazuli

Peridot

Ruby

Sapphire

Sadie

Lars

Mandela catalogue

Alternate Gabriel

Intruder

toonbriel

The walten files

Jack walten

sophie walten

rosemary walten

Jennie

Sha

Boozoo

Helluva boss

Blitzø

Moxxie

Millie

Loona

Vortex

Stolas

Moominvalley (2019 and 90s included)

Moomintroll

Snork Maiden

Too ticky

Snufkin

Joxter

Moominpappa

Moominmamma

Little My

The Owl House

Luz

Amity (female or gender neutral reader only)

Hunter

Willow

Augustus (Gus)

Eda

Raine

The Collector

King (plotanic only)

Hooty (plotanic only)

Steve

Alador

Lillith

Darius

[realiana00kavendish]

*AOT characters as romcom shoujo anime *

Sasha > the heroine 😂. ( fl )

Mikasa > heroine's meh friend who is crushing over a teacher.

Armin > the trap. (always mistaken as a girl by the heroine)

Annie > the villainess.

Rico > kaishou.

Onyakopon > s. kaishou.

Mina > mob.

Uri > the terminally ill character.

Ymir > the one that teases the ml. ( you know what i mean 😏)

Farlan > the ml.

Petra > heroine BFF / love rival.

Freida > mommy friend.

Jean > 2nd male lead.(the tsundere one)

Connie > the fans fav character.

Porco > ml major hater.

Pieck > the one that has solution for everything. (celeb friend)

Berthold > that average student who has a harem of the hottest students.

Eren > mob student.

Willy > ml elder brother.

Hitch > the ml fangirl.

Marlwo > the one that got rejected by the fl love rival.

Marcel > the gentleman among the antagonists.(could be a second ml)

Marco > the one that tells the characters / you what's up next.

Historia > the cute and innocent. ( could be a second fl)

Kenny > the gangster.

Gunther > ml good friend. (who ships the main couple)

Oluo > the one that always picks up fight and compete with ml. (jealous of there popularity)

Floch > " my father will hear about this".

Isabel > ml childhood friend whose fl is jealous of.

Niccolo > the rival school prince charming.

Zeke > the playboy.

Nanaba > the chic that has fans of both genders.

Erwin > the popular hot teacher that one of the main character's friend has crush on.

Mike > the never speaks character. ( get people physically out of troubles)

Mobilt > the one who panics first. ( a part of the students counsel)

Ilse > the one who sacrifice them self to do the hated class chores.

Nile > totally normal teacher who can't stop talking about their family, life experience..etc

Traute > the ex.

Kaya > heroine's younger sister. ( wait....)

Gabi > the tomboy heroine.

Falco > 2nd ml.

Colt > the brocon.

Kruger > the ml's CEO grandfather.

Yelena > the smart hard working type of fls.

[ao3feed-eremin]

Jean Boy

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3yIxx74

by Blackobsidian

You're the main character. Its your first year at Trost University and the expectations are high. Your cousin, Hange Zoe, who raised you is your professor and you don't have any friends yet. This is until you meet a handsome barista named Jean Kirstein who immediately sweeps you off your feet. Could this handsome stranger be your Prince Charming?

Words: 2402, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Shingeki no Kyojin | Attack on Titan

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Other

Characters: Jean Kirstein, Erwin Smith, Levi Ackerman, Hange Zoë, Moblit Berner, Eren Yeager, Armin Arlert, Mikasa Ackerman, Ymir Fritz, Krista Lenz | Historia Reiss, Pieck Finger, Sasha Blouse, Connie Springer, Bertolt Hoover, Reiner Braun, Annie Leonhart, Zeke Yeager, Kenny Ackerman

Relationships: Jean Kirstein/Reader, Levi Ackerman/Erwin Smith, Moblit Berner & Hange Zoë, Sasha Blouse & Niccolo, Krista Lenz | Historia Reiss/Ymir, Armin Arlert/Eren Yeager

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - College/University, Smut, Fluff and Smut, Eventual Smut, Minor Violence, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Drug Use, Past Character Death

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3yIxx74

[fanfictiontime21]

Ottoman Empire AU Version 2

This will be Attack on Titan characters. 

Not all characters will be listed.

So, this has been on my mind recently and I just wanted to share it one here since I will probably not be doing anything with it. 

Keep in mind this is a loose version of what the Ottoman Empire used to be so I will be creative liberties and play around with it; however, I will try to be accurate with the titles each individual would have been called during the time. The full or short titles will be shown below and in parenthesis the translation of what it means. Also correct me if I am wrong on any of them. 

Also I understand that religion played a key role during the Ottoman Empire, but because I do not practice the same religion it will not be really present in the idea just because I don’t want to use the incorrect information nor get any detail wrong. If any of you have knowledge on the religion please post it in the comments.

Thank you. 

P.S. This is following the one child per concubine rule and how Janissaries took children and trained them to be faithful to the Sultan. Another key point, girls were brought to the Harem of the Sultan at a young age, a little before puberty started and never from aristocratic families. I am also taking into account that a sister to a sultan can act as Queen Mother to her brother (I am not sure if this counts to younger or older sister though).

So yeah, here we go, two (2) different ways at how this can go. 

Version 1

Version 2

Imperial Family: (From most powerful to least at least in title)

Sultan Grisha Khan.....(Sultan) – short (b/c full is too freaking long)

Devletlû İsmetlû Faye Vâlide Sultân Aliyyetü'ş-Şân Hazretleri…..(Sultana Mother; this case, acting Sultana Mother.) – full

Devletlû Najabatlu Valiahd-i Saltanat Şehzade-i Javanbahd Zeke Efendi Hazretler.....(Crown Prince) - full

Devletlû Najabatlu Şehzade Sultan Armin Hazretleri Efendi.....(Imperial Prince) – full

Şehzade Sultan Armin – short

Devletlû İsmetlu Isane (Eren) Sultân Aliyyetü'ş-Şân Hazretleri Imperial Princess) – full

Isane Sultana - short

Devletlû İsmetlu Historia Sultân Aliyyetü'ş-Şân Hazretleri…..(Imperial Princess) – full

Historia Sultana – short

 Imperial Harem:

Vâlide Sultân Faye…..(Sultana Mother; this case, acting Sultana Mother.) – sister to the Sultan

Başkadın, Başkadınefendi or Devletlu İsmetlu Dina Başkadınefendi Hazretleri …..(most senior consort; given birth to a child, preferably a son) - Zeke

Başhanımefendi or Devletlu Baş-İkbâl Carla Hanımefendi Hazretleri …..(title given to the imperial consort below the rank of Kadın; chief fortunate madam) – Isane

İkinci Kadın, İkinci Kadınefendi or Devletlu İsmetlu Alma İkinci Kadınefendi Hazretleri …..(second lady; given birth to a child, preferably a son) – the twins Historia & Armin – Alma is deceased.

Hange Hazinedar Usta…..(First Housemistress of the Sultan’s Palace and Harem; could approach the Sultan and other nobility)

Nifra Hazinedar (Second Housemistress who serves the First)

Petra kalfa…..(woman attendant and supervisors in service in the imperial palace) a Kalfa in the entourage of Carla Baş İkbâl.

Mikasa Cariye…..(enslaved servants of the Vâlide Sultân & the wives & children of the sultan) a cariye in the entourage of Isane Sultana; later to be promoted to Kalfa.

Odalisque Isabel…..later cariye to Carla Baş İkbâl and Isane Sultana; later to be promoted to Kalfa

Odalisque Sasha…..later a cariye

Odalisque Hitch…..later a cariye in the entourage of Dina Baş Kadın

Odalisque Rico……later a cariye to Şehzade Sultan Armin; later promoted to Kalfa

Odalisque Ilse…..later a cariye to Şehzade Sultan Armin; later promoted to Kalfa; later promoted to third Hazinedar

Annie Cariye…..a cariye in the entourage of Dina Baş Kadın; later promoted to kalfa; later hanımefendi (Madam; title was also given to the official consorts of the imperial princes) to Valiahd-i Saltanat Şehzade-i Javanbahd Zeke 

Frieda Kalfa…..a kalfa in the entourage of Historia Sultana

Caven Kalfa…..a kalfa in the entourage of Dina Baş Kadın

Ymir Cariye…..a cariye in the entourage of Historia Sultana

 Janissaries: (there are three sub-corps + cadets)

Cemaat…..(frontier troops) - Survey Corps

Key figures: Erwin, (later) Levi, (later) Farlan, Mike, Floch, Moblit, Oruo, Eld, Gunther, Flagon

Beylik…..(the Sultan’s own bodyguard) – Military Police (yes, they actually do something)

Key figures: Nile Dawk, Kenny Ackerman, Duran, Dennis Aiblinger

Sekban…..(mercenaries with peasant background) – Garrison (because they are more in number like in the show not because of anything else)

Key figures: Dot Pixis, Gustav, Kitz Woermann, Hannes, Ian Dietrich, Phil, Hugo

Ajemi……(cadets) – 104th training cadets (they are all boys)

Key Figures: Keith Shadis (in charge of cadets), Marco, Jean, Connie, Armin, Marlo, Marcel, Reiner, Bertholdt

 Palace and/or Civil Servants:

Grice…..Vizier-i-Azam (Grand Vizier)

Tom Ksaver….Lala (tutor) to Valiahd-i Saltanat Şehzade-i Javanbahd Zeke 

Eren Kruger…..Lala (tutor) to Şehzade Sultan Armin

Darius Zachary…. Molla (a judge of high rank)

Description:

From the moment Isane Sultana was born to Carla it was a day of celebration for the first-born princess of the reigning Sultan. However, it was also a sad day for Carla Baş İkbâl as the moment she gave birth to a princess she would be labeled as weak to the Empire. She was born five years after her half-brother and four years older before her twin half-siblings. She could see in which direction Zeke would leading the Empire in, he only sought for war and the conquering of more land when she and her Father knew the time to conquer was over. If he continued on the path, it would lead to the destruction of the Empire their ancestors have built. She saw the only choice but to fight for her younger brother, Armin’s, claim to the throne by whatever means necessary. Taking advantage of Zeke governing his province and his mother away with him, she, along with the help of Historia, have enacted a plan to fight against the corrupted political army Zeke and Dina had created long ago. Even if it means she will have to destroy her honor and become a traitor the Empire.

[sophyanderson221]

The Great Game vs Cinderella

The Great Game shares some similarities with Grimm’s tale number 21, Cinderella.

Distinctive shoes have lost their owner.

There are princes: Kenny and Connie Prince.

Birds that grant wishes: Connie Prince, makeover queen, is a fairy godmother who “ takes girls who looked like the back end of Routemasters and turns them into princesses”. Janus Cars transforms people too.

Sibling rivalry: Kenny and Connie, Sherlock and Mycroft, Cinderella and the stepmother’s daughters.

The pink phone’s puzzles are like Cinderella’s tasks.

Cinderella: the step-mother said, "I have strewed a dish-full of lentils in the ashes, and if you can pick them all up again in two hours you may go with us”.

Cinderella: A splendid dress, slippers made of gold.

Sherlock:

At midnight Jim from IT turns back into Moriarty.

A blind woman in Sherlock/the two sisters get their eyes picked out at the end of Grimm’s Cinderella.

Cinderella knows ash.

Cinderella is about people not being what they seem; having two identities; looking for someone special, based on one clue.

Are we after the third ball yet? We still don’t know who Moriarty really is, or who his fairy godmother is.

And why are the special shoes shown covering John’s feet ?

[johnwatsonblog-co-uk]

A Few Pictures

26th April

I was going through my phone and I found a few pictures I'd taken during some of our cases.

It might seem a bit odd but I've hardly any pictures of him. I remember him once saying how everybody was so busy photographing their lives for Facebook and Twitter that they were forgetting how to live.

'I'm far too busy to be instagramming, John!' He was annoyed at the time because Mrs Hudson was going through this phase of taking photos of her breakfast. Buying her a laptop for Christmas was probably the biggest mistake of our lives. That was the Christmas he managed to offend most of our guests, I got dumped and he met The Woman.

Best Christmas I've ever had, actually.

So, yeah, here are a few pictures.

This one is from when we were investigating a smuggling ring . It feels like so long ago.

It looks like some graffiti but it was actually a secret code. It was all secret codes back in those days. It was around then that Sherlock was getting these anonymous messages . Of course, we know now who they were from.

Not long after, Sherlock did his own bit of graffiti.

This was on the wall of our living room. Mrs Hudson was not amused. But she didn't have time to worry about it too much as a few minutes later a bomb exploded across the road.

And that was the beginning of what we ended up calling ' The Great Game '

This guy was Kenny Prince. He was the brother of Connie Prince (See Connie Prince's website for those of you who can't remember her). Sherlock took loads of pics of him while posing as my photographer. He had the ugliest cat I've ever seen.

And from cats to dogs... Do you see what I did there?

This was Henry Knight's house. He'd come to see us because his Dad had been killed by a giant devil dog. Which sounds mad but the truth was even madder. That was in Hounds of Baskerville . Nice house though!

The following pictures are from our last case. Which I never typed up. I don't want to type it up. I probably never will. Because that's too final.

But you know what happened? Sherlock saved the lives of two kids. Regardless of anything else, he did that. And they didn't even like him very much. If you really think that he was guilty or that Moriarty wasn't real then feel free to explain this .

But this is meant to be a positive thing. I'm not dwelling on the bad stuff. I'm remembering the good times.

Such as how much he loved this hat...

He adored that hat so much.

And, of course, Cluedo.

He liked playing Cluedo. So did I. Before I played it with him. He actually deduced that the victim had done it.

He deduced that the victim had faked his own death.

I said at the time that it wasn't very likely. In fact, I think I said it was impossible. And he told me that it might be improbable but nothing's impossible.

I wish I still believed that.

11 comments

Oh he did look handsome in that hat.

Mrs Hudson 26 April

I still do an amazing fry-up. You should come around.

Mrs Hudson 26 April

Except for the bacon.

Marie Turner 26 April

My bacon is perfect thank you!

Mrs Hudson 26 April

A gentleman

Marie Turner 26 April

Hardly. You ok John?

Mrs Hudson 26 April

You two were brilliant. I'll never believe what they said on the news. You saved my life and if there's anything I can do then let me know.

Henry Knight 27 April

i still dont know what to believe :(

theimprobableone 27 April

The man was a lying scumbag and he deserved to die for all his lies!!!

Anonymous 27 April

Believe what you like.

John Watson 27 April

I HOPE HE ROTS IN HELL!!!!

Sauron1976 27 April

[possiblyimbiassed]

Harry the Secret Twin

Something struck me today, while looking for some quite different things. We do know that John ‘I’m-not-actually-gay’ Watson has a gay sister called Harry (short for Harriet), right? We actually learned this pretty soon, in the very first Sherlock episode. But they never told us if Harry is John’s big sister or little sister. Or maybe there’s a third alternative... 

So, when I was reading these old comments on Ariane DeVere’s transcript sites from 2012, discussing the fact that John reminds Harry in his blog comments that she is 36 years in January, while John is referred to as 37 years in the papers six months later, I realized that yes; if these facts are correct and they both turned 37 in the first half of that year, twins could definitely be an option.

John and Harry might be twins, both in a literal and a symbolical sense.

The thing is, we have never seen Harry. Or actually, it seems like we’ve never been allowed to see Harry. She’s referred to repeatedly in the show - at least up until TSoT - but we never get to meet her; John’s own sister doesn’t even show up at his wedding! But from HLV and onwards, Harry Watson is never more even mentioned. For all we know, she’s a ‘secret twin’. In fact, there’s not a single gay or bisexual person mentioned ever again after TSoT, except for those who are presented as extremely dangerous people (Jim, Eurus and Irene). While up until TSoT, there were several others, apart from Harry:

• Mrs Turner’s ‘married ones’ in ASiP • Kenny Prince and Raoul in TGG • Kate (Irene’s GF) and ‘Your Highness’ in ASiB • Beppo and Pietro in The Six Thatchers (as described on John’s blog) • Gary and Billy from The Cross Keys in THoB • Sabrina in John’s blog post “Happily Ever After”, who I think we also see un-named in Sherlock’s speech in TSoT:

I never felt there was a ‘fair’ representation of LGBTQ people in the show, and these characters are either presented as involved in 'suspicious’ activities (e.g. Raoul, Gary and Billy) or pushed aside to peripheral corners of the show (e.g. the ‘married ones’, Sabrina) up until TSoT. But after this, they’re not even referred to. So I think what we see is an increasing level of heteronormativity from the introduction of ‘Mary’ and onwards. Which I think is also shown by the treatment of John’s and Sherlock’s relationship, which was discussed in the additions to the ‘Heimish test’ some time ago. And, of course, we were actually brought back in time, all the way to 1895, weren’t we? 

And TAB, no matter how beautiful the setting, is impregnated with old-fashioned sexism, where Mrs Hudson is reduced to a plot device, Mary is supposed to have dinner ready when Watson and Holmes come home, ‘Hooper’ is next to ‘outed’ as a woman who is trying to ‘get ahead in a man’s world’ and Watson’s house maid is berated for being observant. And John Watson seems paranoid about a whole bunch of people with supposedly too radical opinions (socialists, suffragettes, serbians etc.).

And even as the double decker makes its way through Baker Street, after this we never see any actual transition to modern times, when Sherlock wakes up to them, do we? Even as the environment shifts, we’re stuck in the values of 1895.

Is this deliberate? Oh, yes, I think it definitely is; I believe the increasing heteronormativity and references to reactionary views are meant to provoke anyone attentive/interested enough to see it; it’s a worst case, dystopian, nightmarish scenario displayed in front of us, and I don’t think it will break until the protagonists (read Sherlock) realizes this. Until Sherlock wakes up from his coma, and the 120+ years old character can finally start to live...

So, what about Harry? 

I think Harry’s absence is a part of this dystopia; she’s a secret twin, she isn’t allowed to come forth! That’s why we never get to see her. The only place where Harry seems to be ‘alive and kickin’ is on John’s blog (which has been silent since TSoT). I made a little research of her blog comments, to get a more complete picture of her. Harry has made a total of 47 blog comments. Basically, this is what I’ve found out:

- Harry’s love life isn’t going very well, as it seems; she’s divorced from Clara and no one else is ever mentioned.

- She seems incredulous to the idea that John would either be a ‘casanova’ or ‘gay’. Harry is curious about what’s going on with Sherlock, though, and seeks contact with John about it. She seems to pick up on their attraction to each other rather quickly.

- Harry has a problem with alcohol and a tendency to spout profanities in the comment section of John’s blog, especially in response to arrogant people. You can tell by her occasional grave misspellings when she’s inebriated. John doesn’t seem to want to have much contact with Harry, but he does try to help her whenever she has a crisis from the liquor.

- She’s passionate about many things and seems to easily flare up. When John is attacked by haters on his blog after Sherlock’s death, Harry defends him furiously (so furiously, apparently, that John deletes her comments).

- At the same time as John splits up with Sarah, Harry seems to be staying off the alcohol rather well. 3 months later, however, by the time John and Sherlock are described as ‘confirmed bachelors’ in the press, she’s on the booze again.

- A year later, after Sherlock’s ‘death’, at the same time as ‘Mary’ shows up on the blog, Harry seems aware of her drinking problem.

- When the friends gathered to celebrate John’s birthday (this is talked about in the MHR blogpost as well as in the show’s MHR), Harry was there too (which doesn’t exclude the possibility that it was her birthday too). But Sherlock was not there. Which means Sherlock might not ever have met Harry.

- After Sherlock’s return, when John announces that he’s getting married, Harry is back on alcohol. By the time the wedding approaches, she no longer comments much on the blog. But when John supports the ‘Mayfly Man’s methods, she chimes in with ‘Mary’s indignation.

So - can we discern a pattern here? Oh yes, I think we can. For some reason, Harry’s alcohol problems seem to be synchronized with John’s relationships with women. And if I’ve smuggled in a couple of pictures of John above, it’s because I think many of Harry’s traits/problems are visible in her (twin) brother as well: loneliness, alcoholism, hot temper... If you have read @sagestreet‘s meta series ‘Follow the dogs” (I can highly recommend it) you might remember his theories about John’s bisexuality in Part 5, represented for example in TGG by Connie Prince (his heterosexual side) and Kenny Prince (his homosexual side). 

Or in Part 2 about THoB, represented by the fisherman (homo side) and his mother (hetero side). I honestly think these mirrors/metaphors can be applied to John and Harry as well.

So, my point here is the following: 

I believe the reason why we never get to see Harry is because she is a metaphor for the gay part of John’s bisexuality, which he constantly tries to hide and repress. Sherlock hasn’t met Harry because John has never openly shown this side of himself to Sherlock. John mentions her very rarely, because he is closeted and doesn’t want to recognize that he has a side with same-sex attraction. Harry has alcohol problems because John tries to dumb down his physical longing for Sherlock with alcohol (in @sagestreet‘s analysis, John’s homo side is starved, even if it’s actually more prominent than his hetero side). 

If I could make a wish for S5 (except for Johnlock, which I actually take for granted) it would be that they finally let us meet Harry. :)

Tagging some people who might be interested: @raggedyblue @ebaeschnbliah @gosherlocked @loveismyrevolution @sagestreet @sarahthecoat @tjlcisthenewsexy @elldotsee @csi-baker-street-babes

[ebaeschnbliah]

THEY  COME  IN  PAIRS

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"Always in pairs, John. Numbers come with partners.”  (Sherlock, TBB)

SHERLOCK: So, the numbers are references. JOHN: To books. SHERLOCK: To specific pages and specific words on those pages. JOHN: Right, so ... fifteen and one: that means ... SHERLOCK: Turn to page fifteen and it’s the first word you read. JOHN: Okay. So what’s the message? SHERLOCK: Depends on the book. That’s the cunning of the book code. 

Decoding the secret message works only with pairs. Only if one puts the correct partners together (and uses the right book) the solution reveals itself. Couples are code. 

But not only numbers come in pairs and with partners. More about this under the cut …..

The Great Game:  The Prince’s case

It has been a while since I played around with the third case from TGG … the case of Connie and Kenny Prince, Raoul de Santos and Sekhmet the cat (X). Lately this case has sparked my interest again though and I did some research on Sekhmet, the lioness goddess from Ancient Egypt, which led to very interesting results (here). While rewatching the scenes from TGG and taking pics I noticed something quite interesting. 

It’s this painting above the mantlepiece in the living room. Two little white dogs can be seen on it.  @sagestreet​ discovered them and wrote about them in the Follow the dog meta series (here). Guessing the breed I would say they are Maltese dogs. Also called ‘Roman Ladies’ Dog’ , ‘Maltese Lion Dog’ or ‘Melita’ (X)

My focus in this post though, is not so much on the dogs or the breed, it’s the painting as a whole which I find highly interesting. Because it's full of couples. Five couples. Four of them male/female, if I'm not mistaken. The fifth pair are two women and between them the two little dogs are placed. Interpreting the dogs as a metaphor for sex, I guess those two women are also a couple. :)

FELINES  AND  CANINES - they come in pairs as well

As mentioned in the post about Sekhmet some days ago, the two animal families - felines and canines -  are both represented by different species of their respective familiy. 

one species is quite harmless and ordinary (cats & dogs)

the other species is either powerful and dangerous or even unnatural and terrifying (lion & hound)

The HOUND and RedBeard

Sekhmet and Sir William’s lion

Additionally, in each case a pair of felines and a pair of canines, appear just for a moment in one single shot. Both artificial, both in a shop and both sitting behind a glass window.  (Revelation and inspiration: X)

A very special scene  …  pairs wherever one looks

As mentioned above, the painting in the Prince’s living room displays solely couples. 

All the humans on it come in pairs … five in total

Two very similar looking dogs are in it. One on the sofa, the other one on the floor. 

If one takes the whole scene into account, there are also two cats present. A picture of Sekhmet stands on the mantlepiece, while Sekhmet the real cat is on the floor. All three men are looking down at her in this shot.

Finally, the human actors and their respective mirrors are pairs as well: Kenny/Sherlock and Sekhmet/John. 

All in all …. there are five human couples, two dogs, two cats and two pairs of character & mirror. And all of them captured in one single screenshot. A very special moment indeed. 

I leave you to your own deductions. Thanks @callie-ariane for the scripts.

November, 2018

Lion metas:    John is the Lion sculpture    Cupid lions and omnia vincit Amor   TBB - hic sunt leones    Corporal Lyons’ insignias of love    Lions in TAB   

@gosherlocked @raggedyblue @sarahthecoat @possiblyimbiassed @sagestreet @sherlockshadow @spenglernot @loveismyrevolution

[kahran042]

Western animation characters with Anime Planet tags

The title says it all.

Stan SMITH Male, Black Hair Tags: Adult, Gunslinger, Muscular, Spy

Francine SMITH Female, Blonde Hair Tags: Adult

Hayley SMITH Female, Black Hair Tags: Headband, Teenager

Steve SMITH Male, Brown Hair Tags: Glasses, High School Student, Teenager

Roger SMITH Male, None Hair Tags: Ageless, Alien, Bartender, Bisexual, Cowardly, Crossdresser, Selfish

Klaus HEISLER Male, None Hair Tags: Animal, Foreigner, Sadistic

Snot AKA: Schmuely LONSTEIN Male, Brown Hair Tags: Facial Hair, High School Student, Teenager

Toshi YOSHIDA Male, Black Hair Tags: Foreigner, Glasses, High School Student, Teenager

Barry TUBBS Male, Red Hair Tags: High School Student, Overweight, Teenager

Greg CORBIN Male, Brown Hair Tags: Adult, Gay, Reporter

Terry BATES Male, Blonde Hair Tags: Adult, Gay, Reporter

Avery BULLOCK Male, White Hair Tags: Balding, Elderly, Spy

Brian LEWIS Male, None Hair Tags: Adult, Bald, Dark-Skinned, Facial Hair, School Principal

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Master Shake Male, None Hair Tags: Big Ego, Food Character, Selfish

Frylock Male, None Hair Tags: Analytical, Elemental Powers, Facial Hair, Food Character, Inventor, Lightning Powers, Scientist, Superpowers

Meatwad Male, None Hair Tags: Airhead, Food Character, Shapeshifter, Snaggletooth

Carl BRUTANANADILEWSKI Male, Brown Hair Tags: Adult, Balding, Facial Hair, Heavy Drinker, Overweight, Pervert

Ignignokt Male, None Hair Tags: Alien, Big Ego, Smoker, Stoic

Err Male, None Hair Tags: Alien, Big Ego, Hot-Headed, Smoker

Oglethorpe Male, None Hair Tags: Alien

Emory Male, None Hair Tags: Alien

Cybernetic Ghost of Christmas Past from the Future Male, None Hair Tags: Robot, Time Traveler

MC Pee Pants Male Tags: Demon, Musician, Shapeshifter

Markula Male Tags: Landlord, Vampire

Rabbot Male, None Hair Tags: Robot

Romulox Male, None Hair Tags: Horns, Monster

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Sterling ARCHER Male, Black Hair Tags: Adult, Animal Lover, Big Ego, Flirt, Gunslinger, Heavy Drinker, Spy

Lana KANE Female, Black Hair Tags: Adult, Dark-Skinned, Dual Wielder, Gunslinger, Ponytail, Spy

Malory ARCHER Female, Grey Hair Tags: Elderly, Flirt, Heavy Drinker, Selfish, Wealthy

Cyril FIGGIS Male, Black Hair Tags: Adult, Glasses

Pam POOVEY Female, Blonde Hair Tags: Adult, Big Eater, Bisexual, Overweight, Tattoos

Cheryl TUNT Female, Red Hair Tags: Adult, Wealthy

Ray GILETTE Male, Blonde Hair Tags: Adult, Dual Wielder, Facial Hair, Gay, Gunslinger, Smoker, Spy

Algernop KRIEGER Male, Brown Hair Tags: Adult, Computer Programmer, Facial Hair, Inventor, Scientist

Arthur WOODHOUSE Male, White Hair Tags: Balding, Butler, Elderly, Military Veteran

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Beetlejuice AKA: BJ, Beej, Mr. BEETLEMAN, Betty JUICE Male, Blonde Hair Tags: Big Ego, Ghost, Magic User, Mischievous, Shapeshifter

Lydia DEETZ AKA: Lyds Female, Black Hair Tags: Anti-Gravity Hair, Ponytail

Jacques LALEAN Male, None Hair Tags: Athlete, Facial Hair, Hat, Skeleton, Undead

Ginger Female, None Hair Tags: Animal, Dancer, Hat, Spider

The Monster Across the Street Male, Red Hair Tags: Hat, Monster, Musician, Singer

Poopsie Male, Pink Hair Tags: Animal, Dog, Horns

Charles DEETZ Male, Blonde Hair Tags: Adult, Cowardly

Delia DEETZ Female, Red Hair Tags: Adult, Artist

Scuzzo Male, Pink Hair Tags: Big Nose, Clown, Hat, Sadistic

Doomie AKA: Dragster of Doom, Doomeroo Male, None Hair Tags: Inanimate Object, Shapeshifter

Captain KIDDER Male, White Hair Tags: Epic Eyebrows, Eye Patch, Facial Hair, Hat, Pirate

Percy Male, Black Hair Tags: Animal, Cat

Flubbo Male, None Hair

Judge Mental Male

Mayor Maynot Male, Blue Hair Tags: Bandages, Politician, Sunglasses

Armhold MUSCLEHUGGER Male, Blonde Hair Tags: Muscular

Donnyjuice Male, Blonde Hair Tags: Ghost

Chester SLIME Male, None Hair

Prince Vince Male, Black Hair Tags: Crown, Musician, Royalty, Singer

Germs PONDSCUM Male, None Hair Tags: Epic Eyebrows

Mr. MONITOR Male, None Hair

Monstress Female, Blonde Hair Tags: Hat, Monster

Nat JUICE Male

Bea JUICE Female

Clare BREWSTER Female, Blonde Hair Tags: Big Ego, Hair Ribbons, Wealthy

Bertha AKA: Burp Female, Brown Hair Tags: Headband

Prudence AKA: Prune Female, Red Hair Tags: Glasses, Small Stature

Miss Shannon Female, Red Hair Tags: Adult, Glasses

Bartholomew BATT Male, Black Hair Tags: Animal, Bat, Big Ego, Glasses

Little Miss Warden Female, Blonde Hair Tags: Hat, Prison Warden, Small Stature

Jesse GERMS Male, Black Hair Tags: Hat, Undead, Whip Wielder

Mrs. BUGSLY Female, Turquoise Hair Tags: Hair Buns, Sunglasses

Lip Scum Male

Zigmund VOID Male, Grey Hair Tags: Balding, Breathtaking Beard, Facial Hair, Glasses, Doctor

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Bob BELCHER Male, Black Hair Tags: Adult, Bisexual, Cook, Facial Hair, Magnificent Mustache, Overweight

Linda BELCHER Female, Black Hair Tags: Adult, Glasses, Heavy Drinker

Tina BELCHER Female, Black Hair Tags: Glasses, Teenager

Gene BELCHER Male, Black Hair Tags: Big Eater, Child, Musician, Overweight

Louise BELCHER Female, Black Hair Tags: Animal Hood, Child, Mischievous, Pigtails

Mort Male, Brown Hair Tags: Adult, Glasses

Teddy Male, None Hair Tags: Adult, Bald, Facial Hair, Hat, Overweight

Jimmy PESTO SR. AKA: Jimmy POPLOPOVICH Male, Brown Hair Tags: Adult, Big Ego, Cook, Single Parent

Jimmy PESTO JR. AKA: J-Ju Male, Orange Hair Tags: Athlete, Dancer, Teenager, Wrestler

Andy PESTO Male, Blonde Hair Tags: Child, Twin

Ollie PESTO Male, Blonde Hair Tags: Child, Twin

Zeke Male, Brown Hair Tags: Athlete, Teenager, Wrestler

Tammy LARSON Female, Blonde Hair Tags: Cheerleader, Ponytail, Selfish, Teenager

Hugo Male, Blonde Hair Tags: Adult, Small Stature

Ron Male, Orange Hair Tags: Adult, Facial Hair, Pompadour

Calvin FISCHOEDER Male, White Hair Tags: Adult, Eye Patch, Landlord, Wealthy

Gayle Female, Brown Hair Tags: Adult, Animal Lover, Artist, Glasses

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Peter GRIFFIN Male, Brown Hair Tags: Adult, Glasses, Heavy Drinker, Lazy, Overweight, Selfish

Lois GRIFFIN Female, Red Hair Tags: Adult

Meg GRIFFIN Female, Brown Hair Tags: Glasses, Hat, High School Student, Teenager

Chris GRIFFIN Male, Blonde Hair Tags: Artist, Hat, High School Student, Overweight, Piercings, Teenager

Stewie GRIFFIN Male, None Hair Tags: Baby, Child Prodigy, Inventor, Sadistic

Brian GRIFFIN Male, White Hair Tags: Animal, Big Ego, Dog, Heavy Drinker, Writer

Glen QUAGMIRE Male, Black Hair Tags: Adult, Flirt, Military Veteran, Pervert, Pilot

Cleveland BROWN Male, Black Hair Tags: Adult, Dark-Skinned, Facial Hair

Joe SWANSON Male, Brown Hair Tags: Adult, Disabled, Muscular, Police, Wheelchair

Mort GOLDMAN Male, Red Hair Tags: Adult, Cowardly, Glasses, Merchant

Carter PEWTERSCHMIDT Male, White Hair Tags: Company President, Elderly, Wealthy

Ernie Male, None Hair Tags: Animal, Bird, Chicken

Jerome Male, Black Hair Tags: Adult, Afro, Bartender, Dark-Skinned, Facial Hair, Missing Teeth

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Garfield Male, Multicolored Hair Tags: Animal, Big Eater, Cat, Lazy, Overweight, Sleepyhead

Jon ARBUCKLE Male, Brown Hair Tags: Adult

Odie Male, Yellow Hair Tags: Airhead, Animal, Dog

Nermal Male, Grey Hair Tags: Animal, Cat

Liz WILSON Female, Black Hair Tags: Adult, Doctor

Binky Male, Orange Hair Tags: Adult, Clown

Cactus Jake Male, Grey Hair Tags: Elderly, Epic Eyebrows, Facial Hair, Hat

Al SWINDLER Male, Black Hair Tags: Adult, Big Nose, Merchant

Orson PIG Male, None Hair Tags: Animal, Bookworm, Pig

Wade DUCK Male, None Hair Tags: Animal, Bird, Cowardly, Duck

Roy ROOSTER Male, None Hair Tags: Animal, Big Ego, Bird, Chicken, Mischievous

Bo SHEEP Male, White Hair Tags: Animal, Sheep

Lanolin SHEEP Female, White Hair Tags: Animal, Bossy, Hair Ribbons, Hot-Headed, Sheep

Booker Male, None Hair Tags: Animal, Bird, Chicken

Sheldon Male, None Hair

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Dipper PINES Male, Brown Hair Tags: Analytical, Child, Child Prodigy, Hat, Twin

Mabel PINES Female, Brown Hair Tags: Child, Headband, Hyperactive, Mischievous, Rosy Cheeks, Twin

Stan PINES AKA: Stanley PINES, Grunkle Stan Male, Grey Hair Tags: Big Nose, Elderly, Facial Hair, Glasses, Hat, Merchant, Selfish, Thief

Soos AKA: Jesus Alzamirano RAMIREZ Male, Brown Hair Tags: Adult, Hat, Overweight, Video Gamer

Wendy CORDUROY Female, Red Hair Tags: Hat, Lazy, Piercings, Teenager, Tomboy

Waddles Male, None Hair Tags: Animal, Pig

Robbie VALENTINO AKA: Robbie V Male, Black Hair Tags: Big Nose, Guitarist, Musician, Piercings, Teenager

Gideon GLEEFUL AKA: Li'l Gideon Male, White Hair Tags: Child, Freckles, Pompadour, Psychic Powers

Bill CIPHER Male, None Hair Tags: Cane, Demon, Hat, Manipulative

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Hank HILL Male, Brown Hair Tags: Adult, Glasses, Heavy Drinker, Merchant, Stoic

Peggy HILL Female, Brown Hair Tags: Adult, Big Ego, Glasses, Teacher

Bobby HILL Male, Brown Hair Tags: Middle School Student, Overweight, Teenager

Luanne PLATTER Female, Blonde Hair Tags: Airhead, Puppeteer, Teenager, University Student

Dale GRIBBLE Male, Brown Hair Tags: Adult, Balding, Bounty Hunter, Cowardly, Hat, Heavy Drinker, Smoker, Sunglasses

Nancy Hicks GRIBBLE Female, Blonde Hair Tags: Adult, Reporter

Joseph GRIBBLE Male, Black Hair Tags: Athlete, Dark-Skinned, Middle School Student, Teenager

Bill DAUTERIVE Male, Red Hair Tags: Adult, Balding, Heavy Drinker, Military, Overweight

Jeff BOOMHAUER Male, Blonde Hair Tags: Adult, Flirt, Heavy Drinker, Police, Verbal Tic

Kahn SOUPHANOUSINPHONE Male, Black Hair Tags: Adult, Big Ego, Foreigner

Minh SOUPHANOUSINPHONE Female, Black Hair Tags: Adult, Foreigner

Connie SOUPHANOUSINPHONE AKA: Kahn SOUPHANOUSINPHONE JR. Female, Black Hair Tags: Middle School Student, Musician, Teenager, Violinist

Cotton HILL Male, White Hair Tags: Disabled, Elderly, Hot-Headed, Military Veteran, Small Stature

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Stan MARSH Male, Black Hair Tags: Child, Elementary School Student, Hat

Kyle BROFLOVSKI Male, Red Hair Tags: Afro, Child, Elementary School Student, Hat

Eric CARTMAN Male, Brown Hair Tags: Big Eater, Bully, Child, Elementary School Student, Hat, Overweight, Sadistic, Selfish

Kenny MCCORMICK Male, Blonde Hair Tags: Child, Elementary School Student, Hood, Pervert

Butters STOTCH AKA: Leopold STOTCH Male, Blonde Hair Tags: Child, Eternal Optimist

Wendy TESTABURGER Female, Black Hair Tags: Child, Hat

Craig TUCKER Male Tags: Child, Gay

Token BLACK Male, Black Hair Tags: Child, Dark-Skinned, Wealthy

Jimmy VALMER Male, Brown Hair Tags: Child, Disabled

Tweek TWEAK Male, Blonde Hair Tags: Child, Gay

Chef AKA: Jerome MACELROY Male, Black Hair Tags: Adult, Cook, Dark-Skinned, Facial Hair, Flirt, Hat, Overweight, Singer

Randy MARSH Male, Black Hair Tags: Adult, Facial Hair, Scientist

Sharon MARSH Female, Brown Hair Tags: Adult

Gerald BROFLOVSKI Male, Brown Hair Tags: Adult, Facial Hair, Hat, Lawyer

Sheila BROFLOVSKI Female, Red Hair Tags: Adult, Overweight

Liane CARTMAN Brown Hair Tags: Adult, Single Parent

Herbert GARRISON Male, Gray Hair Tags: Adult, Balding, Gay, Glasses, Puppeteer, Teacher

Jimbo KERN Male Tags: Gunslinger, Hat, Hunter, Merchant, Military Veteran

Satan Male, None Hair Tags: Demon, Facial Hair, Gay, Horns, Muscular

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Huey FREEMAN Male, Black Hair Tags: Afro, Child, Dark-Skinned, Elementary School Student, Martial Artist, Stoic, Terrorist

Riley FREEMAN AKA: Young Reezy Male, Black Hair Tags: Athlete, Basketball Player, Child, Dark-Skinned, Dreadlocks, Elementary School Student, Hot-Headed

Robert FREEMAN AKA: Granddad, Bitches Male, White Hair Tags: Balding, Dark-Skinned, Elderly, Flirt, Glasses, Hot-Headed, Military Veteran, Selfish, Unconventional Weapon, Widow

Tom DUBOIS Male, Black Hair Tags: Adult, Dark-Skinned, Lawyer

Sarah DUBOIS Female, Blonde Hair Tags: Adult, Flirt

Jazmine DUBOIS Female, Orange Hair Tags: Afro, Child, Dark-Skinned, Elementary School Student, Eternal Optimist

Ed WUNCLER Male, None Hair Tags: Bald, Company President, Elderly, Ruthless, Selfish, Wealthy

Ed WUNCLER III Male, Red Hair Tags: Adult, Gunslinger, Hat, Hot-Headed, Military Veteran, Muscular, Piercings, Wealthy

Gin RUMMY Male, Blonde Hair Tags: Adult, Dreadlocks, Glasses, Gunslinger, Headband, Hot-Headed, Military Veteran

Uncle Ruckus Male, None Hair Tags: Bald, Dark-Skinned, Elderly, Facial Hair, Overweight, Poor, Racial Purist

Colonel H. STINKMEANER Male, White Hair Tags: Balding, Blind, Cane, Dark-Skinned, Disabled, Elderly, Hot-Headed, Sunglasses

Bushido BROWN Male, Black Hair Tags: Afro, Bodyguard, Dark-Skinned, Facial Hair, Headband, Sunglasses, Sword Fighter

Thugnificent AKA: Otis JENKINS Male, Black Hair Tags: Anti-Gravity Hair, Dark-Skinned, Musician, Wealthy

Rollo GOODLOVE Male, Black Hair Tags: Adult, Charismatic, Dark-Skinned, Facial Hair, Overweight, Piercings, Selfish

Deborah LEEVIL Female, Black Hair Tags: Adult, Company President, Dark-Skinned, Racial Purist

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Grizz Male, Brown Hair Tags: Animal, Bear

Panda AKA: Pan-Pan Male, Multicolored Hair Tags: Animal, Bear

Ice Bear Male, White Hair Tags: Animal, Axe Wielder, Bear, Cook, Dancer, Martial Artist, Stoic

Chloe PARK Female, Black Hair Tags: Child, Child Prodigy, Glasses, University Student

Nom-Nom Male, Grey Hair Tags: Animal, Big Ego, Koala, Selfish, Wealthy

Charlie Male, Grey Hair

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