On the set of Sherlock Holmes by Brigitte Lacombe
It was worth a wound; it was worth many wounds; to know the depth of loyalty and love which lay behind that cold mask. The clear, hard eyes were dimmed for a moment, and the firm lips were shaking. For the one and only time I caught a glimpse of a great heart as well as of a great brain. All my years of humble but single-minded service culminated in that moment of revelation.
It’s mad. I think he might be mad. He was certainly arrogant and really quite rude and he looks about 12 and he’s clearly a bit public school and, yes, I definitely think he might be mad but he was also strangely likeable. He was charming. It really was all just a bit strange.
So tomorrow, we’re off to look at a flat. Me and the madman. Me and Sherlock Holmes.
Happy Johnlock day tumblr.
I’m not crying.
… and to all of us.
I shall ever regard him as the best and the wisest man whom I have ever known.
AU: Sherlock and John meet James Bond at Buckingham Palace at the Opening Ceremonies for the 2012 Olympic Games
“Oh, here’s trouble,” Bond says as he comes striding into the reception room.
“I’m perfectly happy to leave,” Sherlock says. “In fact, I’d have been perfectly happy not to come at all.”
“Not you, sonny,” Bond says, his scowl turning to a crooked smirk as he walks straight past Sherlock. “John Watson, you bloody devil. Who let you in here?”