BASTILLE - ReOrchestrated

Me: I'm fine.

Me, internally: Mycroft Holmes is the most precious person and nobody appreciates him. Sure, he has this stupid power complex, but he goes through every shit to protect his brother. He abuses government means to the extremest to keep an eye on him, risking his job to do so although it is the only thing he has, the only thing that distracts his mind and gives him purpose. He worries and is mocked about his weight when he is fucking gorgeous. He makes Sherlock forget about Victor Trevor's death and Eurus to enable him a normal, stable life - making that decision on his own at a very young age, because apparently he thought it was the very best for him. He helps Sherlock through his drug addiction, lets him write lists to ensure his highs will never end six feet under. He checks on his brother's new flatmate to make sure he does not threaten his newly-gained and fragile stability, helps Sherlock to fake his death, gets him out of Russian imprisonment by doing legwork that he is obviously not at all used to, risking his job and even his life, this time, gets him a pardon so Sherlock won't go mad in prison, assures him his support when Sherlock is a cynical bitch, accuses Lady Smallwood of being a spy because his brother believes so, and insults Sherlock and John to get his brother to kill him because he knows Sherlock needs John, despite the fact that he has just freaked out and vomitted because a man has been shot with a gun. He manages to play his act cooly to make it easier for his brother and STILL after all he's done for Sherlock, his brother chooses to shoot him, proving that here is nobody who loves him the most, that even the only person he cares about would choose somebody else over him. And then Mummy holmes says Sherlock has always been the grown up, like, fuck you, you don't know a shit about your own family. It bloody /hurts/, just give this wonderful, caring man some love like I don't even care who it is he deserves it so fucking much

Things that make you go hmmmm….

I saw this slip of the tongue and i thought, wait one damn minute…

Doesn’t Harrison Ford, with his handsomeness, charm, beautiful smile and soft eyes remind you of another handsome, witty man with a beautiful smile and soft eyes?

Well, He certainly has a type…

The ship name for Cumberbatch/Hiddleston is NOT Hiddlebatch guys

It’s Cuddles. I thought we’d reviewed this.

Benedict, you said you couldn’t do twitter, it wouldn’t work for you, why? (x)

Another question... Sherlock has the mind of philosopher or a scientist but elects to be a detective. What can we deduce about his heart? No, really. I can't really figure out what we are supposed to deduce about his heart. Do you know what we can deduce about his heart?

This scene threw me off for awhile too, and I think I know why. Usually when Mycroft asks someone a question like this, he already knows the answer and is trying to guide them to some conclusion. He’s got an uncanny ability to “read” people. But in ASiB, Mycroft actually gets it wrong – and with his own brother.

In season one, we always saw Mycroft with the upper hand. Not so in this episode.

MYCROFT: The damsel in distress. In the end, are you really so obvious? Because this was textbook: the promise of love, the pain of loss, the joy of redemption; then give him a puzzle …  and watch him dance.

SHERLOCK: Don’t be absurd!

MYCROFT: Absurd? How quickly did you decipher that email for her? Was it the full minute, or were you really eager to impress?

IRENE: I think it was less than five seconds.

MYCROFT: I drove you into her path. I’m sorry. I didn’t know.

He’s so angry, so disappointed, so utterly confused in the plane scene. Sherlock is just as confused – in much the same way he doesn’t know how to comprehend John’s jealousy, he can’t fathom here that Mycroft actually thinks Irene managed to beat him because he was in love with her. (Mycroft, John, the viewers…everyone was fooled when it came to Sherlock’s feelings for Irene.)

The funny thing about it is Mycroft had it right with this line: How quickly did you decipher that email for her? Was it the full minute, or were you really eager to impress? Sherlock was out to impress. But not Irene.

Right motive, wrong target. So close, Mike.

When Sherlock figures out Irene’s password, he treats her like…well, it’s harsh. So harsh, even Mycroft’s alarmed.

Add to that the fact that in the heat of deducing Irene’s password, Sherlock drops John’s name completely out of nowhere (he’s not present and is otherwise unmentioned in this scene).

Because I took your pulse. Elevated, pupils dilated. I imagine John Watson thinks love’s a mystery to me but the chemistry is incredibly simple, and very destructive.

We know this is evidence that the conversation Sherlock overheard at Battersea had a bigger impact on him then he’d care to admit, or perhaps even realizes. But Mycroft doesn’t know anything (presumably) about Irene’s little chat with John about sexual fluidity. From Mycroft’s POV, Sherlock is ranting about the signs of attraction and love and he just dropped in John’s name out of nowhere.

Well.

Mycroft often intimates that there’s more than friendship between Sherlock and John. Might we expect a happy announcement by the end of the week? Sherlock’s business seems to be booming since you two became…pals. It doesn’t seem to bother him – in fact, he usually looks amused by the idea. Surely he, if no one else on the show, has noticed that his brother never ever corrects anyone who assumes he is romantically involved with John.

I’m willing to bet that’s a huge reason Mycroft was so thrown off, and so frustrated, by the idea that Sherlock accidentally wrecked the Coventry mission because he suddenly, uncharacteristically, had a thing for Irene. Misjudging anyone would alarm Mycroft, but particularly his own brother.

After witnessing Sherlock’s cruel (and innuendo-laced) parting words to Irene – sorry about dinner – Mycroft is obviously going to rethink some things. He’s going to mentally reset to the start of this game and try to figure out where he went wrong, what really happened.

Sherlock did crack that code pretty damn fast like the show-off he is, and he did wreck the Coventry mission. He has been pretty effing moody over the last few months…well, more so than usual. Enough to put Mycroft on “danger night” alert. He’s been composing heartwrenching music and smoking more…

…although hang on, relapsing and abandoning the patches for cigs actually started well before Sherlock even met Irene (as evidenced in the TSoT “Hamish” flashback sequence). So if all this angst isn’t because of Irene, then who…..?

I imagine John Watson thinks love’s a mystery to me.

Ah. 

Mycroft’s pretty sure he’s got it right this time. (And he’s probably pleased about it, since he’s suspected this for awhile.) But he wants to feel it out, so he brings the files on Irene’s fate to John first. Look at Mycroft’s lines carefully here.

JOHN: This the file on Irene Adler?

MYCROFT: Closed forever. I am about to go and inform my brother – or, if you prefer, you are – that she somehow got herself into a witness protection scheme in America. New name, new identity. She will survive – and thrive – but he will never see her again.

Rather than request John deliver the news to Sherlock, Mycroft casually asks if he’d prefer doing it. 

JOHN: Why would he care? He despised her at the end. Won’t even mention her by name – just “The Woman”.

MYCROFT: Is that loathing, or a salute? One of a kind; the one woman who matters.

Again, a question. Do you really believe he despised her, John? He’s trying to suss John’s feelings out here (not an easy thing to do with this emotionally-constipated doctor). Does John still believe Sherlock had romantic feelings for Irene, and his anger is out of heartbreak? Or does John, like Mycroft, now realize how badly he misinterpreted Sherlock’s intellectual fascination with Irene as love from the start? (Spoiler alert: the latter is true, but John still believes the former.)

JOHN: He’s not like that. He doesn’t feel things that way … I don’t think.

Ha, there it is. I don’t think. John’s sussing Mycroft out a little bit too. Does Sherlock feel things that way? Is that possible?

MYCROFT: My brother has the brain of a scientist or a philosopher, yet he elects to be a detective. What might we deduce about his heart?

Once again, Mycroft flips this as a question back to John. Well, his mind is logical, but look at what he’s chosen to do with his life. What do you think that means? He studies John intently, waiting for his answer.

JOHN: I don’t know.

MYCROFT: Neither do I … but initially he wanted to be a pirate.

In my opinion, the reason this scene seems confusing is that we’re used to Mycroft asking questions he already knows the answer to. Particularly with John, we often see him guiding the conversation in an almost condescending way. So when I first saw this scene (and honestly, many times after), I kept trying to figure out what Mycroft was trying to get John to realize.

But Mycroft made all kinds of misjudgments in this episode. He’s pretty sure he’s worked out what was really going on with Sherlock over the last 6+ months. (Lovesick? Yep. Over Irene? Nope.) But no matter how much surveillance he has at 221B, he can’t put cameras inside these boys’ heads. (Oh, but if only he could…)

Look at Mycroft’s face in that last gif. In light of everything we learned in season three – Mycroft seeing Sherlock as a naive child, the Redbeard incident – and in light of everything Mycroft undoubtedly has an inkling is coming – Moriarty and the fall – the meaning behind this conversation is a little clearer.

When he asks John what might we deduce about his heart, it’s not because he has an answer in mind and he’s trying to guide John to it. It’s because he truly doesn’t know. But he suspects, and if what he suspects is true, then finding out how John Watson feels about it is pretty important.

Because the answer might be the making of his brother…or make him worse than ever.  

do. not. watch.

The combination of that acting choice, the focus going from the ring to John’s face, and the simple fact that someone wrote this scene, and people still want to argue that it doesn’t mean anything??

I know I sound like a broken record but honestly

A Study In Pink [Sherlock] : what I retained

John: life is shit

Psy: ok

John: war

Psy: ok thank u now pay me

*some war nightmares and a gun later, in a park*

John: *life is shit face*

Mike: hey im the fat dude remember

John: hey life is shit, also war

Mike: cool, lemme introduce you to my sociopath gay friend who is not my friend because i dissappear from the whole serie after I make you two fall in love forever

John: what

Mike: eheh

*in a room with a dead body, a sociopath and a rejected girl loving dead bodies and sociopaths*

Mike: yo

Sherlock: *gay look towards the new pretty soldier* im interested but not showing it cause im a queen

John: here take my phone and all my clothes if you need

Sherlock: oW

Sherlock: afghanistan or Iraq

Sherlock: also Molly lol you ugly

John: * .....has stop working....*

Mike: eheh

Sherlock: i like cute blond army soldiers lets live together and do everything together from now

John: sounds good i dont find this creepy at all

Sherlock: *winks*

John:♡o♡

Mike: eheh

*new home*

Sherlock: call me by my first name but you can call me how you want i dont care. love me please

Mrs.Hudson: look at my gay baby boys

John: no

Sherlock: thank you

John: what a shit decoration taste

John: also you're pretty but you're website is shit

Sherlock: this was rude but you're cute

Sherlock: wanna see a corpse

John: wow so romantic im coming

*around a corpse*

Sherlock: deductions deductions deductions

John: how marvelous

John: take me

Lestrade: im out

Donovan: the psycho is a bitch

John: no you

*somewhere we dont care in london*

Mycroft: im the master of cameras

John: Ridiculous. I wanna find my new boyfriend

Mycroft: also the master of mysterious cabs

John: ok

John: hey you're a girl so im flirting with you because im not gay and im not into the cheekbones guy

Anthea: do i look like i give a shit

John: *entering another dark place* ridiculous.

Mycroft: i wanna scare you

John: ridiculous

Mycroft: look at my pretty umbrella

John: i just wanna go home you weirdo

Mycroft: i know everything about you

John: lol big coat man already did that im not impressed anymore

John: also war

Sherlock: *texting his new boyfriend*

John: gotta go, bye bitches

John: jusg taking my gun on my way

Anthea: do I look like I give a shit

*with pretty boyfriend*

Sherlock: lol nothing just wanted to see you

John: i find this perfectly normal

Sherlock: text a serial killer please

John: okay

John: wait wha-

Sherlock: you're better looking than my skull friend

Sherlock: date?

John: YES

John: I mean no because im not gay but YES

*during the not gay date*

Angelo: you cute and gay

Sherlock: thank you

John: no

Sherlock: eat

John: ok

Angelo: here some gay candles

John: no

Sherlock: thank you

John: you single?

Sherlock: this is literally a date

John: no

Sherlock: i dont like girls

John: cool

John: I keep that information

John: for no gay reason

John: *bi lipslicking*

Sherlock: RUN

John: WHEREVER YOU GO

Sherlock: lol it was a test, means you dont need your cane

John: what cane?

Sherlock: why are there idiots in our flat

Anderson: *idiots stuff*

Sherlock: *clash*

John: dats my boy

Sherlock: I solved the case

Cabbie: cool now come so i can kill you

Sherlock: no

Cabbie: but it's fun

Sherlock: ok

John: why the hell nobody noticed that the super annoying good looking detective left

Anderson: he is a psycho

John: oh you're the boyfriend of the bitch you bitch

*somewhere lost and dark that we can easily find with a gps*

Sherlock: im smarter

Cabbie: im smarter

Sherlock: this is a fake gun

Cabbie: you're smarter

Sherlock: but im playing your game anyway because my life is boring and death is fun

Cabbie: *gets shot*

Sherlock: oh no but this is not fun

Sherlock: how do i know if im the smarter now

Dying cabbie: moriarty

Sherlock: lets go for two seasons then

Sherlock: means 5 more episodes lol

*among useless policemen and police cars doing beep beep*

Lestrade: put the blanket on

Sherlock: I dont need a blanket dad i worked hard dad

Lestrade: who shot

Sherlock: my deduction skills tell me it's a cute blond army doctor but ive no idea who

John: *is here and good looking but still no gay*

Sherlock: oops

Lestrade: can you repeat everything because I'm cute and nice but not very smart

Sherlock: nope

Sherlock: but im putting the blanket on, look dad

Lestrade: it's all fine then

Sherlock: *throws the blanket away to look good in front of cute blond army doctor*

John: look at my innocent face

Sherlock: this shot was quite badass

John: okay it was me

Sherlock: hot

John: I know right

Mycroft: and now do i scare you

John: youve got a serious problem

Sherlock: stop playing with my date you little shit bro im the queen

John: okay weird fam

John: you idiot

Sherlock: ok but you're so cute when you say that

Sherlock: take me

John: what

Sherlock: another not gay date?

John: yes yes yes yes

John: with candles

Mycroft: ok i ship them

Anthean: do I look like I give a shit again

My phone did a thing.