His greatest and dearest companion is Dr. John Watson. The man had begun as simply his roommate and quickly morphed into someone that Sherlock has difficulty managing without. He sees the other man as intelligent and has gone so far as to begin to teach him how to observe things the way he does. He has a great deal of respect for him and Watson is one of the few people who has the capacity to deal with him for any length of time. However, Sherlock rarely tells him the extent of his plans. This may be to keep Watson from any more danger and to keep him out of as much trouble as possible.
He is incredibly possessive of the doctor as well and expresses a large amount of disdain for Mary Morstan, Watson’s new fiance. He spent weeks just avoiding meeting her and when they did get married, Sherlock appears rather heartbroken. He knows that she will take Watson’s time away from him and he’s grown rather fond of his company. Sherlock likes to have him around on cases and she is making Watson retire from the detective business. He is often simply fake polite around her and the doctor is forever telling him to behave himself. In order to gain him back, Sherlock tries rather unhanded methods like leaving the stove on or leaving his revolver where he knows Watson will see it or going where he knows he’ll get in trouble.
The law is not entirely black and white for him. He’ll break and enter if he feels it is necessary to catch the culprit of his case or to find clues. It doesn’t bother him to get into any sort of trouble and even when he ends up getting himself and Watson thrown in jail he doesn’t show remorse for it. To Sherlock, it’s just a thing that happens and it comes with the job. He seems to get himself in this sort of trouble rather often as the regulars in the holding yard spoke to him by name and requested he provide jokes to them.
Sherlock has a fondness for learning and technology. He remarks with amazement about a bridge being built and again at the machine that Blackwell built using radio waves. It excites him because it gives him something else to fill his mind with and in turn, likely gives him more ideas of his own to try out. He is quite the tinkerer, constantly fiddling with things like a gun silencer and creating his own medications. He can also be innovative during fights, using things as weapons without knowing what it does but trying it out anyway.
There are things he is not interested in and those often fall by the wayside. He tends to know a lot about certain subjects, like chemistry and almost nothing about others, like art. He is also rather skeptical when it comes to supernatural things and religious beings. He prefers to work in the literal and tangible but he has gone out on a limb with Lord Blackwell because he hadn’t wanted to discount anything. This lead him to the answer he was looking for.
This was clearly a dream or some odd hallucination as a result of taking--what was that again? Some bizarre concoction of coffee and something Watson left in his office when he abandoned Sherlock. Something he wasn’t meant to imbibe obviously, given his current state. This train felt a little too real to be simply a dream though he didn’t have the faintest idea how he would have gotten here. This wasn’t like any train that he knew.
He was tempted to stay--it needed to return to its origin at some point, did it not?--but no, he needed to disembark, for what purpose he couldn’t say in the slightest, but he was meant to be here. If this was a dream, he would simply let it play out. Yes, that was it exactly. He needed to let it work itself out. As soon as he stepped from the train, he was nearly jolted with the realization that this was not as much of a dream as he believed. There was a realness to it that dreams didn’t hold, a physicality that was impossible in the unconscious mind and not to mention, this wasn’t skipping around at all like his dreams normally would.
As he stood on the platform, he stuffed his hands in his pockets and came out with a small, round watch. One that decidedly wasn’t his or borrowed from Watson. Sherlock looked up again to scan the area, his eyes flitted over every last detail of where he was standing and his attention caught on one of the posters on the wall.
“This is meant to allow communication with others? It hasn’t any wires attached,” What a grand notion that was--if it were true. He didn’t know of any type of communication that could possibly be housed within something so small as a watch.
He flipped it open curiously and eyed what was within, pushing the buttons along the side at random to test just what reaction he received from the watch.
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He is incredibly possessive of the doctor as well and expresses a large amount of disdain for Mary Morstan, Watson’s new fiance. He spent weeks just avoiding meeting her and when they did get married, Sherlock appears rather heartbroken. He knows that she will take Watson’s time away from him and he’s grown rather fond of his company. Sherlock likes to have him around on cases and she is making Watson retire from the detective business. He is often simply fake polite around her and the doctor is forever telling him to behave himself. In order to gain him back, Sherlock tries rather unhanded methods like leaving the stove on or leaving his revolver where he knows Watson will see it or going where he knows he’ll get in trouble.
The law is not entirely black and white for him. He’ll break and enter if he feels it is necessary to catch the culprit of his case or to find clues. It doesn’t bother him to get into any sort of trouble and even when he ends up getting himself and Watson thrown in jail he doesn’t show remorse for it. To Sherlock, it’s just a thing that happens and it comes with the job. He seems to get himself in this sort of trouble rather often as the regulars in the holding yard spoke to him by name and requested he provide jokes to them.
Sherlock has a fondness for learning and technology. He remarks with amazement about a bridge being built and again at the machine that Blackwell built using radio waves. It excites him because it gives him something else to fill his mind with and in turn, likely gives him more ideas of his own to try out. He is quite the tinkerer, constantly fiddling with things like a gun silencer and creating his own medications. He can also be innovative during fights, using things as weapons without knowing what it does but trying it out anyway.
There are things he is not interested in and those often fall by the wayside. He tends to know a lot about certain subjects, like chemistry and almost nothing about others, like art. He is also rather skeptical when it comes to supernatural things and religious beings. He prefers to work in the literal and tangible but he has gone out on a limb with Lord Blackwell because he hadn’t wanted to discount anything. This lead him to the answer he was looking for.
First Person:
There is a link here!
Third Person:
This was clearly a dream or some odd hallucination as a result of taking--what was that again? Some bizarre concoction of coffee and something Watson left in his office when he abandoned Sherlock. Something he wasn’t meant to imbibe obviously, given his current state. This train felt a little too real to be simply a dream though he didn’t have the faintest idea how he would have gotten here. This wasn’t like any train that he knew.
He was tempted to stay--it needed to return to its origin at some point, did it not?--but no, he needed to disembark, for what purpose he couldn’t say in the slightest, but he was meant to be here. If this was a dream, he would simply let it play out. Yes, that was it exactly. He needed to let it work itself out. As soon as he stepped from the train, he was nearly jolted with the realization that this was not as much of a dream as he believed. There was a realness to it that dreams didn’t hold, a physicality that was impossible in the unconscious mind and not to mention, this wasn’t skipping around at all like his dreams normally would.
As he stood on the platform, he stuffed his hands in his pockets and came out with a small, round watch. One that decidedly wasn’t his or borrowed from Watson. Sherlock looked up again to scan the area, his eyes flitted over every last detail of where he was standing and his attention caught on one of the posters on the wall.
“This is meant to allow communication with others? It hasn’t any wires attached,” What a grand notion that was--if it were true. He didn’t know of any type of communication that could possibly be housed within something so small as a watch.
He flipped it open curiously and eyed what was within, pushing the buttons along the side at random to test just what reaction he received from the watch.