#this Sherlock is perfect and he deserves to finally bone down with the good doctor

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Dude given that this version of Sherlock is the most book accurate I've literally ever seen I was fucking SCREAMING.

If they're not gay I'm going to burn everything down.

Sherlock Holmes? [Yes…?] I’m here for my appointment. You’re seeking a flatmate?

ENOLA HOLMES 2 (2022)

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The Final Solution (last episode revision)

So I can’t live with it. Sorry, I just can’t! I’m re-writing the episode the way it should have been written, tying up all loose ends and making good on that promise to “make history”. What follows will be a chapter by chapter revision of The Final Problem, re-titled the Final Solution. Featuring M-Theory, M/M, Fluff, Eurus’ and Moriarty’s comeuppance and a kiss we should have gotten. It will feature scenes from the The Final Problem trailer and some actual dialogue from the original episode so you could argue the Final Problem trailer could apply to this story as well.

Here’s the teaser Prologue. Cue the comments and let me know if you want more.

The Final Solution -----------------------      Prologue -----------------------

All he could register at first was the cold. Though his mind was slow and drugged, he found himself pulled from blissful oblivion forcefully by the sensation of freezing limbs and shivers that shook his entire body. There was pain as well of course; his head pounded in a way that reminded him of the morning after his stag night with Sherlock. He’d been so drunk! And for good reason, he now realized.

Sherlock…. Was he speaking to Sherlock now? Yes, yes, he was! He remembered now. Sherlock had held him close as he cried, and he could still remember the scent of his aftershave and the way his elegant, soft hand had curled around his neck a little awkwardly, holding him close as he shamefully wept.

And then he remembered something else. His therapist, one blue eye and one brown…..a gun.

The east wind.

John Watson slowly opened light brown eyes to take in his surroundings, fully expecting to be in a hospital or perhaps, if he were quite unlucky, some version of the afterlife. He felt too groggy and too drugged to do more than blink a few times and move his head to try and figure out where he was. Definitely not a hospital…

Everything was too dark to make out at first, and yet there seemed to be some pale light streaming down from above, allowing his eyes to adjust and illuminate stone walls. He suddenly realized he was wet. Very wet! And sitting at the bottom of…..something. A well maybe?!

“Christ!” John swore as he started to try and pick himself up out of the water. He could die of hypothermia alone if he remained immersed in it! But where the hell was he?

“Hello?!” John called up towards the round opening at the top, even as he started to semi-blindly feel around him, hoping to find some kind of hand-hold that he could pull himself up and use to climb to the top, although admittedly that would be difficult as it was so high up. He moved freely…. He felt nothing weighing him down like a chain or anything, which was lucky he supposed. He did frown as he heard the clink of something at his feet and reached into the water which was waist deep and came up with…..bones….

“Shit,” John whispered softly, because the bones were small. Dog bones? He certainly hoped so! Although the femur….as he could see that’s what it was…tended to be angled more like a human bone.

There was a sudden vibration and then ringing in his pocket and John felt his heart pound in shock and hope as he realized he had his mobile phone on him.

Eurus….his therapist….the woman Sherlock had spoken to! Had she been so careless as to leave him a means of communication? And why had she done this? What was the plan? Why pose as his therapist and drug him with some kind of tranquilizer and then place him here? It seemed an odd game to play.

He suddenly wondered how his mobile could survive being submerged in water, but the answer was obvious as he reached for it, and it implied that him having it on him was entirely deliberate, as someone had wrapped the small device in a plastic, water-tight bag. John’s hands shook as he unwrapped it quickly and then answered the phone which was still ringing.

“Hello? Hello, Sherlock?!” John asked anxiously with a shamefully desperate waver in his voice, having not even glanced at the caller I.D. and somehow assuming that it would be Sherlock, who must be looking for him, right?

“Did you miss me?”

The voice one the other end of the line made him feel even colder than he already was. He literally couldn’t feel his own feet for a moment as he registered that Jim Moriarty was speaking to him! Or at least, someone who had a recording of his voice and sounded just like him.

“W-Who is this?” John asked and took a deep breath to steady himself. He had to stay calm. He was a soldier damn it, and he had to stay calm! “What sort of game is this?”

“It’s time for the final problem. Do you know what it is? Once upon a time there was a doctor named John!” Moriarty’s voice taunted him over the phone.

“This is impossible. You’re dead! You can’t be alive. This is a trick!” John insisted angrily, even as he looked around desperately for a way out. But it was then he noticed that the water level was….getting a little higher…

“John’s Daddy was mean to him and his Mummy died when he was little. So he decided he wanted to go to war and prove to his Daddy that he was a tough man’s man!” Moriarty continued as if he hadn’t heard him, saying ‘man’s man’ with a kind of mock-macho voice. “Only he wasn’t, was he? No, John has a secret. A secret he’s never told anyone!”

“Stop it!” John snapped sharply, even as he started to breath faster. The water was rising…. He wasn’t imagining it. “Just stop it, alright?! What do you WANT?!”

He didn’t care who it was now. Eurus or Moriarty or the devil himself. He just wanted out!

“John left the army and he made a new friend. A friend named….Sherlock,” Moriarty whispered softly, the name sounding like a caress on his lips. “Only trouble was, Sherlock already had a friend, and John just got in the way. And so….John had to go.”

There was a click as the phone and the line went dead. John’s heart pounded in terror as he glanced down and realized that Moriarty or whoever it was hadn’t just hung up! The entire phone was black with loss of power.

“No, no, no! Work! Work, you have to work!!” John exclaimed and tried for several seconds to power his mobile back on, but it was useless. It was as dead as the bones that lay at the bottom of the well.

John dropped the phone in disgust and as the water started to rise, he felt himself shivering again with the cold and treaded water to keep his head above it. He started to think about his life, and how it was likely to come to an end quite soon, and all the regrets he was going to have.

Mary was one of them. He’d known it was a mistake, but he’d gone through with the wedding anyway, and looking back that had been cruel to both of them! But she’d deserved better. Granted, he had too, he admitted to himself with a dark and bitter scoff. He hadn’t deserved the lies or the manipulation, but she had deserved someone who hadn’t thought about cheating on her or who had actually wanted to carpool to work with her! Someone who had….loved her….the way she deserved. It still killed him, her last words to him, and how she thought him so perfect and how grateful she had been to him. Even crying about it and admitting it out loud didn’t take away the sting entirely. He found himself grateful for Rosie though… She was something he could never regret.

But even greater than his regret over Mary was his regret over someone else.

“Sherlock…” John whispered to himself, closing his eyes briefly as he realized how much he’d left unsaid, and how much he had failed Sherlock too. He was still haunted by his actions back at the hospital, where he’d literally been beating Sherlock while he was down on the ground. In that moment, he had become the worst version of himself.

He had become his father.

And he’d never gotten the chance to apologize for that. He’d never gotten the chance to apologize for blaming him or for pushing him away or for….any of it. He should have done it that same day, he berated himself. The day when he’d finally let go and Sherlock had comforted him, though it was the last thing he deserved! But John, as always he realized, had been too wrapped up in himself and his own demons to consider trying to address Sherlock’s. And yet, he knew that even if he’d tried, it would be difficult because John had never been good with expressing his own emotions.

Which was why, he realized suddenly, he was going to die without ever having voiced out loud to anyone the truth. The secret which….somehow….Moriarty had known.

Too late now, he realized as the water rose faster and he had to struggle to keep from going under. He was going to die here, alone, at the bottom of a well. And Moriarty or Eurus….or maybe both of them….would go after Sherlock and there would be nothing he could do to stop them.

The thought brought tears to his eyes, which drowned in the water just as he knew he would, and though he treaded water with all his might to keep from going under, he knew it was only a matter of time before his muscles gave out and he ended up as just a pile of bones in the bottom of a well.

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TO BE CONTINUED....