There is not much written about THOB that is sherlolly related, which makes sense since Molly does not appear. I think, however, that Molly’s absence from the episode actually reveals a lot about Sherlock and Molly’s relationship that carries over into TRF.
During the scene in the Baskerville lab, Sherlock is analyzing the sugar looking for the presence of a drug. He gets extremely frustrated. Dr. Stapleton and John are talking to each other and are of no help to Sherlock. He’s all on his own looking for the answer and ends up throwing the slide at the wall in frustration, something I don’t see him doing in Molly’s presence.
Sherlock is missing Molly at this point. He needs his lab partner. Like John, Molly is someone Sherlock needs to test his theories on, someone knowledgable enough to provide feedback. While John is helpful in other areas, chemistry and lab work are not his strengths.
In TRF when he needs to analyze the footprint of the kidnapper, Sherlock immediately goes to Molly. “I’ve got a lunch date.” “Cancel it. You’re having lunch with me.” He simply won’t do the analysis without her. When they start working, they’re a team. Molly keeps him calm and focused.
Sherlock calls her John, but John is important to his work. The fact that he confuses her says a lot. In the lab, Molly is his John, his crime-solving partner. Right after this, Molly blows Sherlock’s mind by correctly deducing him, something John has never been able to. Sherlock suddenly looks at Molly in a whole new light. This woman sees right through Sherlock and knows exactly what’s going on. He doesn’t fool her. She asks him what he means when he mumbles “I owe you”. He tries to blow it off, but Molly won’t let him. She proceeds to let him know that she is aware that something is going on and that he should tell her because she can help him. From this point on Sherlock knows that Molly is the one person that matters the most to him, the person he can turn to in his darkest hour.
A while back, I think @the-7-percent-solution made a post about where THoB might fit in the BBC Sherlock’s overall timeline – due to Ms. Hudson’s apparently new dress in THoB:
Yet it appeared in ASiB, the previous episode.
And the newspaper photo that delighted John
was the same one Irene Adler was looking at when she made the phone call “I think it’s time, don’t you?”
That perhaps the case of Henry Knight’s demon hound occurred before/during the ordeal with Irene Adler.
I’d like to propose a slightly different theory. I believe THoB was John’s reminiscence (after TRF) of the private matters he shared with Sherlock; but because the subjects were personal and intimate in nature, and some are actually classified, symbolic and allegorical narratives were used as a… facade. Yes, I’m suggesting THoB is a predecessor of TST and TLD; there’s much more to the story than meets the eye, and the timeline of THoB likely spans multiple episodes.
If you haven’t read my Elephant in the Room meta, you might want to do so before going further, as the following would make more sense if you did.
Ready? Let’s begin with what Sherlock said in TAB:
Sure, it was a nod to ACD canon as Holmes was “dead” when The Hound of Baskervilles was published; but this is also Sherlock, which could mean the same applies as I suggested, or that while Sherlock occupied a large amount of screen time in THoB, the majority of the story was actually about John, and the many ways John perceived his relationship with Sherlock during their time together.
The fact that Henry Knight, a client, sat in John’s chair while John was clearly present in the flat was unusual. Was he a John… substitute? In many instances, Henry seemed to be a mirror of Sherlock as well. However, after S4, I begin to think that Henry Knight, in addition to being mostly John’s mirror in this episode, may also be a mirror to Jim Moriarty (of the past - before the criminal mastermind). It’s to do with what happened 20 years ago; there are hints that linked to TRF and beyond…… but that’s a post for another day. Let’s return to the present day of THoB for now and focus on Sherlock and John.
The opening scene bothered me for a long time – an elder lady using a cane wearing a cap that looked suspiciously similar to Sherlock’s deerstalker and John’s “Hat-man and Robin” cap while walking a dog that resembles an older Redbeard. She just seemed… very meta, so who could she be?
Perhaps the question shouldn’t be who but an all-encompassing what.
Aged. History. Redbeard, Sherlock. John. A woman.
Could it be that Henry Knight’s childhood nightmare about a demon hound was meant to be an allegory to John’s past as it relates to Sherlock, Redbeard, and The Woman aka we-had-one-night?
A whole lot of pieces begin to fall into place if you view the events of THoB through this lens.
Henry Knight thought his dad was killed by a demon hound. Turned out it was Uncle Bob in a mask, and Henry’s memory altered by the most powerful stimulant: fear. When Henry Knight led Sherlock to Dewer’s Hollow where they both met the hound, where was John? He was busy jotting down umqra. Henry and Sherlock’s hound, John’s umqra. Funny that umqra turned out to be two people having a go in the car, eh?
Maybe not as funny if you think about the parallel. Henry, bearing witness as his dad killed by Uncle Bob. John, bearing witness as his dad having a go in the car with Uncle whoever. The reason we have a military base as a backdrop for THoB is no accident – it was meant to be an echo of John’s past, before his life with Sherlock.
For Sherlock, the hound is Redbeard. By now we can deduce that Redbeard was about Sherlock’s heart, his love and desire; impulses, experiences.
Many analyses have been done to this scene already: the table was set, and raging fire between Sherlock and John. But the heart hanging above the fire was incomplete – Sherlock’s fear of his own heart and desire, John’s unwillingness to acknowledge the existence of a Sherlock that could feel things “that way.”
The entire saga of The Hounds of Baskerville was a tale of the two behind the glass – we kept getting references of Sherlock’s dog and John being Sherlock’s pet was no accident:
So how do we interpret all that unfolded during THoB then? Well, in the nutshell, it began with sex and ended with love left unspoken.
Further to this conversation about gender and age in Sherlock, I started idly thinking about depictions of motherhood in Sherlock. And I realized… up until Sherlock’s mum shows up in series 3, there almost aren’t any. We have a lot of women in their 30s and older, and we know nothing about their parental status, because it doesn’t matter in the context of the show.
Can you imagine that? A show full of women over the age of 27, and no one is defined by her status as a mother or her failure to become one.
Best of all, the one canon mother I can think of pre-series 3 is Dr Stapleton – a mad scientist who abducts her daughter’s pet to perform clandestine experiments to satisfy her own curiosity…
and yet isn’t a villain. And receives no narrative comeuppance.
Not exactly the typical story arc for fictional mothers!
Note:So this is my first insert, even more, the first thing I wrote in English that wasn’t for school, so yeah, I might sound a bit weird but hey, who cares x) I just wanted to thanks @prettyxlittlexwriter for beta-reading it, like, thank you very very very much, I seriously owe you on that one, otherwise I probably would have never posted it and it would probably be exploding with mistakes, thanks :D If anyone wants some more, I could try, just ask me, I’ll see what I can do :)
“Get out. I need to go to my mind palace.”
And here he was again, kicking everyone
out because of his damn mind palace. He even did it in the winter. He once
expelled everyone out because they were ‘’too noisy’’. John
and Mrs Hudson actually had to come down and ask
me to give them asylum for the next hour or so… And I thought of moving into
the third floor flat… second thoughts, good thing I stayed in the basement.
“Y/N?” asked John.
Lost in my own thoughts I hadn’t moved an
inch. John was leaving the lab with Dr. Stapleton, explaining to her what was
actually going on and why she was being kicked out of her own lab that she had
so kindly lend us for our investigation.
“Don’t worry, I’ll wait for him.” I was the only one silent enough to stay when
he did this. It wasn’t the first time I saw him doing it, but it still was
something fascinating to witness. Standing there, his eyes still opened, blind
to the world, seeing things no one else could, even going as far as moving them
around his head.
If anyone walked in at this very moment, they would have seen him as a mad man
(which he probably was after all…), but his every movement still seemed to have
a certain precision and… grace. To me, it always appeared as if he led an
orchestra. His head turning left and right, hand shifting invisible things
through the air. I was hypnotized by his every moves.
Careful not to distract him, I slowly
moved around the table, getting behind him and squinting, trying to figure out
what he was thinking about. ‘’Liberty In’’… It had to be related to that
phrase, we were just talking about it right before he kicked everyone out.
Playing the game, I started digging though
all I could find related to the words Liberty In, making a list in a corner of
Liberty… Freedom to do what you want or to
go where you want? Liberty => Freedom? Statue of Liberty?
In… Expresses the situation of something
that is or appear to be enclosed or surrounded by something else? Expresses
inclusion or involvement? Inn? Inside? India? Indiana? Indonesia?
What if it was a place? The name of a company, a store, a market or a
restaurant maybe? But which country would… Oh!
At this very moment, the answer hit me. Of
course it was a place!
“Liberty In-” Sherlock murmured.
“-Indiana. H-O-U-N-D, it’s an
abbreviation…” I cried excitedly.
“… for a scientific project!” he finished. I smiled.
“Holmes, you are a bloody genius!”
Note (again): So yeah, that was it,thanks for reading, I hope you liked it ^_^
“I’m getting a little slow on faces but Mr. Holmes here isn’t someone I expected to show up in this place.” Dr. Frankland said. Shit, shit, he was going to give you away. You knew he recognized you all.
“Oh, well…” Sherlock began.
“Good to see you again, Mycroft.” Dr. Frankland said, which surprised all of you. “I had the honour of meeting Mr. Holmes and his assistant Miss Gregson at the WHO conference in… Brussels, was it?” Dr. Frankland said, shaking Sherlock’s hand.
“Vienna.” Sherlock said, playing along.
“Vienna, that’s it. This is Mr. Mycroft Holmes, Major. There’s obviously been a mistake.” Dr. Frankland said, why would he protect us?
“On your head be it, Dr. Frankland.” Barrymore said, still displeased.
“I’ll show them out, Corporal.” Frankland said, leading us reluctantly through the door.
“Thank you.” Sherlock said when you were out of the building.
“This is about Henry Knight, isn’t it? I thought so. I knew he wanted help, but I didn’t realize he was going to contact Sherlock Holmes!” Dr. Frankland said. Sherlock smiled briefly.
“Oh, don’t worry, I know who you really are. I’m never off your website. I thought you’d be wearing the hat though.” the doctor said again.
“That wasn’t my hat.” Sherlock said. Dr. Frankland turned to you.
“Touchy subject.” You smiled.
“I love the blog too, Dr. Watson.” Frankland said.
“Oh, cheers.” John said.
“The pink thing. And the one about the aluminium crutch. Didn’t expect to see you though Sergeant Gregson, is the Yard in on this one too?” Frankland asked.
“No, I’m on holiday.” You lied, but sometimes that was easier.
“You know Henry Knight?” Sherlock asked him.
“Well, I knew his dad better. He had all sorts of mad theories about this place. Still, he was a good friend.” Frankland said, he turned his head to see Major Barrymore staring at us suspiciously. “ Listen, I can’t really talk now. Here’s my cell number. If I can help with Henry, give me a call.”
“I never did ask, Dr. Frankland, what exactly is it that you do here?” Sherlock asked.
“Ah, Mr. Holmes, I would love to tell you, but then, of course, I’d have to kill you.” Dr. Frankland laughed.
“That would be tremendously ambitious of you. Tell me about Dr. Stapleton.” Sherlock said.
“I never speak ill of a colleague.” Frankland said.
“But you’d speak well of one, which you’re clearly unable to do.” You pointed out.
“I do seem to be, don’t I?” He said with a smile.
“I’ll be in touch.” Sherlock said, holding up his business card as he walked away, you all followed.
“So? What was all that about a rabbit?” You asked, Sherlock fixed his coat and put his collar up.
“Oh, please, can we not do this, this time? John asked when he saw what Sherlock was doing.
“Do what?” He asked, confused.
“You being all mysterious with your… cheekbones, and turning your coat collar up so you look cool.” John said as he got in the car. You couldn’t help but laugh. Sherlock gave you a look.
“Aww, don’t be mad.” You said, hugging him.
“I don’t do that.” Sherlock argued.
“Yeah, you do.” You laughed as you got in the back of the car.
“So the email from Kirsty. The missing luminous rabbit.” John began.
“Kirsty Stapleton, whose mother specialises in genetic manipulation.” Sherlock said.
“She made her daughter’s rabbit glow in the dark?” you asked.
“Probably a fluorescent gene. Removed and spliced into the specimen. Simple enough, these days. So we know that Dr. Stapleton performs secret genetic experiments on animals. Question is, has she been working on something deadlier than a rabbit?” Sherlock asked.
“To be fair that is quite a wide field.” John said.
You noticed that the car pulled up to a huge house. You figured it had to belong to Henry Knight, but Jesus this place was huge. You followed the boys to the front door where Sherlock rang the bell.
“Hi. Come in, come in.” Henry said, as he opened the door.
“This is beautiful.” You told Henry.
“Are you, um, rich?” John asked.
“Yeah.” Henry said.
“Right.” John said.
Henry led you into the kitchen where he gave you coffee. John looked at his watch and slipped you a few more pills.
“You’re a lifesaver Watson.” You smiled.
You sat down at the counter while Henry began to talk.
“There’s a couple of words, it’s what I keep seeing. Liberty and In. Just that.” Henry began as John wrote down the words in his notebook. Henry turned to put something back in the fridge.
“Mean anything to you?” John asked Sherlock.
“Liberty in death? Isn’t that the expression. The only true freedom.” Sherlock whispered.
“What now then?” Henry asked.
“Sherlock’s… got a plan?” John said.
“Yes.” Sherlock said after taking a sip of his drink.
“Right.” Henry said.
“We take you back out to the moor.” Sherlock began.
“Okay…” Henry sighed.
“And see if anything attacks you.” Sherlock finished.
“What?” You and John asked at the same time.
“That should bring things to a head.” Sherlock said.
“At night?” Henry asked, nervous. “You want me to go out there at night?”
“That’s your plan? Brilliant!” John laughed.
“Got any better ideas?” Sherlock asked,
“That’s not a plan.” John argued.
“If there is a monster out there, John, there’s only one thing to do. Find out where it lives.” Sherlock said.
You were tired and needed a nap but you wanted to be a part of the investigation and help. You were feeling a little better than you were this morning with all the medication John has been giving you, but you were nowhere near 100%.
As the sun set, Henry led you, Sherlock, and John to the moor and down to Dewer’s Hollow. You each had flashlights in hand. You stayed close to Sherlock, after a little while of walked you turned around and noticed John was no longer there. He must have seen something and followed it.
“Met a friend of yours.” Sherlock said, when you were almost there.
“What?” Henry asked.
“Dr. Frankland?” Sherlock said.
“Oh, right. Bob, yeah.” Henry said, absentmindedly.
“He seems pretty concerned about you.” Sherlock noticed.
“Oh, he’s a worrier, bless him. He’s been very kind to me since I came back.” Henry told you.
“He knew your father?” You asked.
“Yeah.” Henry answered.
“But he works at Baskerville. Didn’t your dad have a problem with that?” You asked him.
“Well, mates are mates, aren’t they? I mean, look at you two. You hate police Mr. Holmes yet you’re dating one.” Henry said.
“The rest of the police force are morons, I’ve just managed to find one that isn’t.” Sherlock said.
“Dewers Hollow.” Henry pointed once you had arrived.
The Fate of the Watson Baby has been Staring us in the Face this Whole Time
We’ve been discussing this for ages: How can the baby be John’s with everything we know about Doyle’s canon? How can the baby be both real and not real? Why is she dressed like a rabbit? Why does she have the name of a stillborn from episode 9 and the initials of a stillborn from episode 1 if she’s alive? That’s because she is stillborn. The baby doesn’t survive the birth. That doesn’t mean the family doesn’t take a baby home with them.
Just like Dr Stapleton, Nurse Mary Watson is going to bring home a “rabbit” that isn’t the one she was supposed to have. Kirstie got ahold of the wrong rabbit after her mother accidentally brought home one of the lab specimens that glowed in the dark. Dr Stapleton exterminated it after her daughter found out something was not right about the rabbit. “Hutch still locked, no sign of a forced entry.” Obviously an inside job. This would be an excellent parallel to “the dog did nothing in the night time” – which we saw referenced at Setlock this summer, the original story being “The Silver Blaze”. So the baby coming home with Mary isn’t going to be hers, John is going to doubt its legitimacy and consult Sherlock – just like Kirstie Stapleton – but Mary isn’t going to know that’s being investigated behind her back. She will abduct the child – hopefully she’ll just give her away to some loving family, but we all know how mirrors work (she will exterminate her off screen) – and John will think someone broke in and took her. Sherlock will realize it was an inside job. Mary will make her escape after she (AGRA) falls overboard. She’ll swim like a shark (who eats her young).
Wonder why Mary has been wearing turned-up jeans this whole time? Because she’s not the mother. We were right, there was a reason they gave Sherlock that line in episode 3 about deducing paternity – except it will work both ways because Mary isn’t the mother, just like John isn’t the father.
You were now inside Major Barrymore’s office, asking for access for an experiment. As instructed, John went to look in the labs.
“Oh, you know I’d love to. I’d love to give you unlimited access to this place. Why not?” He said sarcastically.
“It’s a simple enough request, Major.” Sherlock said, he hadn’t completely filled you in on his plan yet, but you knew he was using John as a guinea pig.
“I’ve never heard of anything so bizarre.” Barrymore growled.
“You’re to give me 24 hours, it’s what I’ve negotiated…” Sherlock began.
“Not a second more. I may have to comply with this order, but I don’t have to like it. I don’t know what the hell you expect to find here, anyway.” Major said.
“Perhaps the truth.” Sherlock said, now standing in the door to leave.
“About what?” Major asked before answering his own question. “Oh, I see. The big coat should have told me. You’re one of the conspiracy lot, aren’t you? Well, then, go ahead, seek them out, the monsters, the death rays, the aliens.”
“Have you got any of those?” Sherlock asked, after he had rolled his eyes. “Oh, just wondering.”
“A couple. Crash landed here in the ‘60s.” Barrymore began, leaning forward in his chair. “We call them Abbott and Costello. Good luck Mr. Holmes.” Sherlock rolled his eyes as he closed the door, you were right behind him.
You followed Sherlock into an empty lab with some monitors.
“Are you ever going to tell me what you’re up to?” You asked Sherlock.
“You’ll see soon.” He smirked and left the room. He returned in about 15 minutes, and you glanced down to one of the monitors. John was entering a lab with empty cages downstairs.
“And it seems our guinea pig is in place.” You said, looking to Sherlock. He raised an eyebrow at you.
“Oh come on, it doesn’t take a genius to figure out what you’re doing. What did you put in his drink this morning?”
“Sugar. To see if that’s what made the two of us react in the Hollow.” Sherlock said, pulling out his phone and placing it above the microphone that projects to the lab John was in.
You switched on the lights to the lab and Sherlock played some hound-ish noises.
“You know if you’re wrong about his sugar think, John will probably kill you for putting him through this.” You said.
“I don’t doubt it, but right now it’s the only logical explanation.” Sherlock said.
You watched John react as any human would in this situation. Nothing so far to suggest anything out of the ordinary. Sherlock started to switch up the noises, and you cut his key card access. He tried to leave the room countless times, each time the machine read ‘Access Denied”. After his last attempt you cut the lights to the lab.
John pulled a flashlight out of his pocket, he rubbed his eyes. Clearly something was affecting him, but you still had doubts it was the sugar. John walked around the lab carefully inspecting the cages. Just as Sherlock had planned, John found the cage with the door bent back.
“You’re evil, you know that.” You said to Sherlock, jokingly. He raised an eyebrow and played growling noises through the speaker.
Sherlock’s phone began to ring and you picked it up to hand it to him.
“No, let it go to voicemail this time.” He said.
You watched John go into one of the cages, now terrified. Sherlock took the time to call John and put it on speakerphone.
“It’s here. It’s in here with me.” John whispered.
“Where are you?” Sherlock asked casually.
“Get me out, Sherlock, you’ve got to get me out.” John whispered. “The big lab, the first lab that we saw.”
John heard another growl. Sherlock motioned to you that he was going to go get him, and that I was to turn on the lights when he found him.
“John?” Sherlock asked into the phone.
“Now, Sherlock! Please!” John said.
“Alright, I’ll find you. Keep talking.” Sherlock said.
“I can’t it’ll find me.” John said, fear still in his voice.
“Keep talking. What are you seeing?” Sherlock asked.
“I don’t know, but I can hear it now.” John said.
“Can you see it?” Sherlock asked.
“No, I can’t.” John said, and you played more growling sounds. “I can see it.” John said suddenly.
Sherlock ripped the sheet off of the cage and as instructed, you switched the lights back on.
“Are you alright, John?” Sherlock asked, pulling John out of the cage.
“Jesus Christ! It was the hound!” John yelled, still spooked. “Sherlock, it was here, I swear it, it must… Did you see it? You must have!”
John was rambling like a loonatic.
“It’s alright, it’s okay now.” Sherlock said, calmingly.
“No, it’s not! It’s not okay!” John screamed. “ I saw it, I was wrong!”
“Hm, well, let’s not jump to conclusions.” Sherlock said.
“What?” John asked, angrily.
“What did you see?” Sherlock tested him.
“I told you, I saw the hound.” John argued.
“Huge red eyes, glowing?” Sherlock asked.
“Yes.” John said.
“No.” Sherlock said, smiling and shaking his head.
“What?” John asked.
“I made up the bit about glowing. You saw what you expected to see because I told you. You have been drugged. We have all been drugged.” Sherlock said.
“Drugged?” John asked, he looked as if he was about to take a swing at Sherlock, so you quickly rushed down to the lab just in case.
Sherlock and John were walking out of the lab when you arrived. Sherlock nodded to you, and you knew exactly where you all were headed.
The three of you stepped into a lab where Dr. Stapleton was inspecting a white rabbit on a table.
“Oh, back again? What’s on your mind this time?” She asked rudely and unwelcomingly.
“Murder, Dr. Stapleton. Refined, cold-blooded murder.” Sherlock said, as he flipped off the lights in the lab. Your eyes grew wide as you watched the rabbit begin to glow in the dark.
“Will you tell little Kirsty what happened to Bluebell, or shall I?” Sherlock growled.
“Okay. What do you want?” She gave in.
“Can I borrow your microscope?” He asked, and she looked surprised by his request.
She showed him to a place where he could work, and you and John stood to the side watching carefully.
He seemed to be inspecting the contents of some white crystalline substance on the glass slide. He was trying to figure out what was in it, with little notes written to the side of different atomic names.
John had his head resting on his palm, he seemed to still be trying to wrap his head around what had just happened to him.
“Are you two okay? You look a little peaky.” Dr. Stapleton said. John was still in shock, and you were sick.
You were feeling better but still threw up some this morning. At first you thought it was just some residual stomach flu, but now you were worried. Was this something else? You thought it might have been morning sickness, but you would have to have been pregnant for that to happen. But that’s not possible, you just had your period… three months ago. Your eyes flashed to Sherlock quickly, the possibility scaring you. Sherlock couldn’t be a father, he could barely be a boyfriend. You shook your head and stopped worrying about something that might not even be true. You’ll get tested when you get back into London.
“It was the GFP gene from a jellyfish, in case you’re interested.” She said.
“What?” You asked, snapping back into reality.
“In the rabbits.” She smiled, clearly proud of her work. You nodded.
“Why?” John asked.
“Why not? It was a mix-up anyway. My daughter ended up with one of the lab specimens, so poor Bluebell had to go.” She said simply.
“Your compassion is overwhelming.” You smiled sarcastically.
“I know. I hate myself sometimes.” She said, and she was serious.
A loud clang, caught your attention as you looked up to see Sherlock throwing the glass slide across the lab.
“It’s not there!” He yelled.
“Jesus!” You jumped.
“Nothing there! It doesn’t make any sense!” Sherlock yelled once more.
“What were you expecting to find?” Dr. Stapleton asked.
“A drug, of course. It has to be a drug. A hallucinogenic or a deliriant of some kind. There’s no trace of anything in the sugar.” He said, pacing.
“Sugar. That’s what you put in his drink.” You said, referring to John.
“Yes. A simple process of elimination. I saw the hound, saw it as my imagination expected me to see it. A genetically engineered monster. I think you saw it too Y/N, the drug must have had a stronger affect on you since you were sick and caused you to collapse. I knew I couldn’t believe the evidence of my own eyes, so there were seven possible reasons for it, the most possible being narcotics. Henry Knight saw it too, but you didn’t John. You didn’t see it. The three of us have eaten and drunk the exact same things since we got to Grimpen, apart from one thing.” Sherlock said.
“John doesn’t take sugar in his coffee.” You finished for Sherlock, and he looked to you proudly.
“I took it from Henry’s kitchen, his sugar. It’s perfectly all right.” Sherlock said, disappointed.
“But maybe it’s not a drug.” John offered.
“No, it has to be a drug. How did it get into our systems? How?” Sherlock asked, squeezing the bridge of his nose. “There has to be something. Something buried deep. Get out.”
“What?” Dr. Stapleton asked, she was just as confused as you were.
“Get out, I need to go to my mind palace.” Sherlock said, you rolled your eyes.
“Your what?” She asked.
“He’s not going to be doing much talking for a while so we may as well go.” John said, as you stood to leave.
“No, Y/N, you stay.” Sherlock said.
“Fine.” You sighed, knowing that if you agreed quickly you would spare yourself the long explanation.
You sat down in front of Sherlock and propped your head up on your hands. He was looking at you with that blank stare and you knew he wasn’t really watching.
After a few minutes you felt yourself drifting off. You couldn’t have been out for more than 15 minutes before Sherlock shook you awake.
“I’ve got it let’s go!” Sherlock said, dragging you out of your chair and out of the lab. He began to run, and you followed.
“Sherlock!” You yelled, running to catch up.
You found John and Dr. Stapleton and he began to explain.
He led you two Major Barrymore’s empty office. John stood guard at the door.
“Project HOUND. I must have read about it, stored it away. An experiment in a CIA facility in Liberty, Indiana.”
Dr. Stapleton sat down at the computer and tried to login and search HOUND, but the files were classified and she didn’t have access to them.
“There has to be an override.” You offered.
“Yeah, but that would be Major Barrymore’s.” Stapleton said. You looked around the office looking for any clues.
“Describe him to me.” Sherlock said.
“Uh, he’s a bloody martinet, a throw-back, the sort they’d have sent into Suez.” Stapleton said.
“Good, excellent, old-fashioned. Traditionalist. Not the sort to use his children’s name as a password. He loves his job, proud of it and this is work related. So what’s at eye level?” Sherlock said, sitting and spinning in his chair.
“Lots of Thatcher biographies.” You noticed.
“So that’s the password?” Stapleton asked.
“No, with a man like Major Barrymore only first name terms would do.” Sherlock said, beginning to type in the code.
Margaret, he typed but you grabbed his shoulder before he pressed enter.
“Try Maggie. Trust me just do it.” You said, and he did as you said.
“Override accepted.” The computer read. You smiled and Sherlock raised an eyebrow to you.
Sherlock began scrolling through all of the information. The names of the workers on the project were listed, and together their last name initials were HOUND.
You looked at some of the photos on the screen and they almost made you sick.
“Oh my god.” You said, turning your face.
“Project HOUND. A new deliriant drug which rendered its users incredibly suggestible. They wanted to use it as an anti-personnel weapon, to totally disorientate the enemy using fear and stimulus. But they shut it down and hid it away in 1986.” Sherlock read.
“Because of what it did to the subjects they tested it on… And what they did to others.” You said.
“Prolonged exposure drove them insane. Made them almost uncontrollably aggressive.” Sherlock said.
“So someone’s been doing it again? Carrying on the experiments?” John asked, and it was the only possible explanation.
“Attempting to refine it, perhaps. For the last 20 years.” Sherlock said. John asked who, and you thought for a moment.
“Cell phone.” You said, thinking out loud.
“What?” John asked.
“It didn’t struck me at the time, but cell phone isn’t something you hear in England too often. It’s mobile. Someone would have only said cell phone if they were used to being in America, or spent a lot of time there.” You said, pointing to someone standing in the back of the photo. Sherlock had been eyeing him too.
“He gave us his number in case we needed him.” Sherlock said.
“Oh, my god, Bob Frankland.” Stapleton said, shocked. “But Bob doesn’t even work on… he’s a virologist. This is chemical warfare.”
“That’s where he started though.” You stated. “And he’s never lost the certainty, the obsession that that drug really could work.”
“Nice of him to give us his number. Let’s arrange a little meeting.” Sherlock said, pulling the number from his coat pocket.
As Sherlock was about to make the call, John’s phone rang. He didn’t seem to recognize the number, but he answered cautiously anyway.
“Who’s this?” He asked.
“It’s Louise Mortimer.” He said to us. “”Louise, what’s wrong?”
“Where are you? Alright, stay there. We’ll get someone to you.” John said, as the call ended.
“Henry?” You asked.
“He’s attacked her.” John said.
“Gone?” Sherlock asked, and John nodded.
“There’s only one place he’ll go to. Back to where it all started.” Sherlock said, now raising his phone to his ear.
“Lestrade? Get to the Hollow. Dewer’s Hollow, now! And bring a gun.” Sherlock spoke commandingly into his phone.
i don’t see it being talked about much but this episode of bbc sherlock is quite possibly The Best and i’m going to tell you some of the reasons why with some help from the wonderful emojilock, gaysherlockholmes, mistermarx, and music-medic
sherlock shouting “I NEED SOME, GET ME SOME” at john
sherlock vibrating and thrusting in his seat and just being a horny little thing (gif source)
john being his Most Toppy Self, scolding sherlock and telling him to apologize to mrs. hudson
how in sync they are with each other by this point in their relationship, knowing when there’s a client just by the way they ring the doorbell
THE ENTIRE BEGINNING OF THE EPISODE TBH
sherlock’s military kink revealed
captain watson pulling rank and liking it (sherlock likes it too)
captain watson checking out corporal lyons
sherlock checking out captain watson
HE’S JUST GOT A MILITARY KINK GOD HELP HIM
john never denies that he and sherlock are boyfriends when it’s assumed
“is yours a snorer?” JOHN CHANGES SUBJECTS IMMEDIATELY
“you being all mysterious with your cheekbones and turning your coat collar up so you look cool" stop staring john
trash!john straight up asking henry if he’s rich the moment he walks through the door
“ohh, you’re a bad man”
sherlock…is so small…he tries apologizing to john and is so tiny i can’t even believe it…probably less than 1 inch tall at that moment
john the “live-in PA”
the heart-shaped wreath hanging between their chairs??? honestly
sherlock is very smoll and frightened he is always smoll but now he’s especially smoll
john calling sherlock “spock”
papa lestrade is never too far away
“is that why you’re calling yourself ‘greg’?”
sherlock chucking the petri dish at the wall when john is talking to dr. stapleton and ignoring him……like we get it sherlock but chill
sherlock looking at john like this:
and of course, a poop joke really wraps up the episode nicely, as poop jokes do
“Bluebell or Cluedo”: Ghosts, Garridebs, and the Watson Family History
Hello everyone! This meta is pure speculation based on the subtext and time discrepancy within series 2. I wrote about the wibbly-wobbly timeline of series 2 here, claiming parts of A Scandal in Belgravia happened between scenes in The Hounds of Baskerville. Regardless of whether or not the discrepancy is intentional, for the sake of this argument please suspend disbelief momentarily and treat this misleading timeline as fact. Therefore, the four chunks of time rearranged into correct chronological order are as follows: The opening montage of cases in ASIB, the opening morning/afternoon in Baker Street in THOB (harpoon, lack of cases, need for nicotine, Mrs Hudson’s new man), the rest of ASIB starting with Irene touching the newspaper, the rest of THOB starting with the morning Henry Knight comes to London.
This analysis focuses on the subtextual answer to the question in THOB - “Do we Investigate what happened to Bluebell or do we play Cluedo instead?” Sherlock is fed up from not having any cases to solve and it’s getting on his last nerve. Bluebell is the only thing on his website and he’ll be damned if he’ll go out of his way to investigate a glow-in-the-dark missing rabbit. But we all know what happens later - he solves Bluebell’s case! Obviously, finding Bluebell is the answer to the ultimatum Sherlock gives John earlier in the episode. Wrong. Sherlock solves Bluebell’s case on accident because John picks Cluedo again. These two men play Cluedo twice - the first time being when Sherlock deduces the victim to be the murderer (even though it’s not in the rules) and the second time being when Sherlock stabs the board over the mantle (presuming our boys had another row while playing). If the time discrepancy is to be believed, that means complaining about the idiotic Cluedo game happens BEFORE we see the board stabbed into the mantle, therefore Cluedo was played twice. So what does that mean? What’s the big deal about playing Cluedo twice? Choosing to play Cluedo a second time instead of finding Bluebell shows that when given a subtextual choice, the characters picked Sherlock’s fall over the 3 Garridebs moment, foreshadowing both in the process.
~Are you guys ready to follow me down the rabbit hole?
Oh, that’s the problem – the final problem. Have you worked out what it is yet? What’s the final problem? I want to solve the problem – our problem; the final problem. But that wasn’t the end of Sir Boast-a-lot’s problem. No. That wasn’t the final problem. Here we are at last – you and me, Sherlock, and our problem – the final problem.
There has been a lot of talk about problems lately. Final problems. So, who has been talking about problems before? I have excluded the quotes where the speaker says ”Problem?” (to challenge someone or as a prompt to get someone to speak up) or ”no problem” (as a response to a question or an excuse).
Some are just regular, everyday problems. Some are criminal problems. Some are final, some are in the past, some are in the future, and some are real-life problems. Like @may-shepardhas mentioned and @inevitably-johnlocked and @the-blue-carbuncle discussed in this post, the fact that they seem to be using an original title for the first time, might mean that they will give us a new solution to an original problem.
All I ask is that they under no circumstances let the solution to the “it’s never twins!”-problem be human cloning. I know that Dr Stapleton said that “Size isn’t a problem, not at all.“ but come on …
I was speaking with @waitingforgarridebs about this, how the writers are just waiting to pull the rug out from under our feet with regards to Redbeard… And we thought of a Dr Stapleton/Bluebell and Mummy Holmes/Redbeard parallel…
Say, Redbeard is an actual person, Sherlock’s first and only friend until he met John. But, what if for whatever reason (out of misguided caring or cold manipulation) Mummy Holmes convinces Sherlock that Redbeard is IMAGINARY. She asks Mycroft to keep up the lie- “Promise me, Mycroft”-and he does, hating himself.
And so, out of grief, despair and worrying that he is losing his mind, Sherlock becomes addicted to drugs in order to find Redbeard. He buries Redbeard deep inside his mind palace, far away from Mycroft’s prying reach.
And through the pain of loss and denial, Redbeard becomes a dog in Sherlock’s mind, like Henry Knight disguised the death of his father to his own mind. Mycroft watches Sherlock slip further and further away from reality, and he becomes increasingly sick with guilt.
And so, Mycroft breaks. He reveals the truth: Sherlock, your mind is not lying to you, Redbeard is real. And Sherlock loses faith in his older brother, and resents him for initially keeping the truth from him.
And, that is how Mycroft “upset Mummy.” He broke his promise.
I just wanted to tell you that I find your blog very refreshing and fun! (Especially the Mary appreciation. Can never find good blogs that like Mary instead of trying to shove her into a horrid villainous character mold that she doesn't fit into.) I was curious-- you post a bunch of ships (which is really nice, btw. I don't ship anything too vehemently in general, but it's fun to see it once in awhile, especially with some variation!), do you have a preferred one?