Within The Narrative and the Hoax of Series 4

Including Moriarty’s post-TFP message, John Being Shot, Alibi Theory, Mary and Moriarty being the same person, and the teacup as the unresolved Three Garridebs scene they love and faked since the author lying to us in series 4 is part of the plan, and how returning to the real events of John being hurt is how we land this plane and uncover the true story, because the real final problem is staying alive.

See Also: The State of TJLC A Month after TFP Aired, How TAB Foreshadowed Series 4.


It struck me as odd that Within the Narrative is tagged with both “Tragedy” and “Comedy” when it is a pretty heavy story (so far), focusing around Sherlock’s pining over John, Mycroft’s death, John’s marriage problems, the return of Moriarty… it could barely be considered a comedy. 

So then @jenna221b had to go and point out that The Adventure of the Three Garridebs starts out like this:

It may have been a comedy, or it may have been a tragedy. It cost one man his reason, it cost me a blood-letting, and it cost yet another man the penalties of the law. Yet there was certainly an element of comedy. Well, you shall judge for yourselves.“

and suddenly the description for it, “about the stuff between the lines”, now makes so much more sense. 

I just needed you all to know that this person is unbelievably clever and embedded so deep in The Conspiracy that they couldn’t possibly be anyone other than One of Us, which we know they are not.

Sherlock clears his throat. “So, you’ll… that is… you’ll come back, then?”

John’s head whips up at that. He has been sitting in his arm chair, staring dully at the fire. But, he’s been constantly on the edge of his seat, as if ready to flee at a moment’s notice. 

His silence goes on a bit too long, so Sherlock backtracks, stung and mortified. “Sorry. No, forget it, it’s fi-”

“You mean,” John says, his voice hoarse. He’s actually looking at Sherlock now, and some glimmer of life has returned to his eyes. “You mean, you- you want me back?”

Something in Sherlock’s chest snaps, and he tries his hardest not to inhale too obviously. He sees it now, he sees everything, too much at once: a young John who has learned the price of abandonment, has learnt too soon that nothing is permanent, has learnt that even the ones he loves the most could up and leave and-

And Sherlock is up, out of his own seat, going to him. There is one thought on his mind: that John deserves to know just how very loved he is. 

“John. John, of course, I- this- it isn’t- it’s not home without-” 

John lets out a little tear-filled gasp, and one hand clutches Sherlock’s wrist. “Sherlock. Sher-” But, whatever he was about to say is lost as his voice completely breaks, and the tears win their fight.

“Oh, John,” Sherlock whispers. He kneels in front of him, wrapping his arms around him. “It’s going to be alright. Just-shh. It will, I promise…”

He waits and waits until John’s cries slow and fade.

“Now, here’s what we’re going to do,” he says, lips to the top of John’s head. “It’s late, so I’ll give you some pyjamas- they’ll drown you but it’ll be funny- and you’re going to sleep for as long as you want while I phone Mycroft before dawn to arrange a moving van.”

John laughs against Sherlock’s chest. He raises his head, eyes definitely sparkling, now. “You think you’ll get something at that time?” 

“No, but I might as well get some entertainment in pissing him off.” 

John laughs again. He’s looking past Sherlock now, eyes flickering all over the flat, in some sort of dazed wonder. Sherlock can’t tell what he’s seeing.

“This place, I- I never thought-ever-I-” His voice cuts off again as he swallows. 

He’s not ready, Sherlock tells himself. Be gentle

So, Sherlock hands over his mobile. “Welcome home, John. Now, get us a takeaway, will you?”

Lol imagine if during their first time, like right before, when they’re still standing up and making out, John is like “do you want to get in the bed now” all heatedly and Sherlock is like “yes please” all breathlessly, but then Sherlock turns around and crawls onto the bed and underneath the covers with the sheets pulled up to his chin, and John just stands there like “uhh um” ‘cause they’re both still totally clothed and he’s thinking like does sherlock just want to like…go to sleep now i’m so confused like he knew I was talking about sex right? and he’s just standing there awkwardly until Sherlock is like “why are you just standing there I’m ready”