then she's irene



You may appear to be indifferent and tough but truth is you are just too good at hiding your own emotions. But sometimes it is okay to break. Thank you for doing such a great job at leading Red Velvet and for being so strong despite everything, BAE JOOHYUN IRENE. Ignore all of the insensitive comments about you and continue to be comfortable living in your own skin. No words could describe how much of a wonderful person you are #ProtectLeaderIreneAtAllCost ♥

*Irene’s text alert*

MARY: That noise, that’s a text alert noise.

JOHN: What was that?

SHERLOCK: Hm? What was what?

MARY: That’s the text alert of Irene Adler; she’s the scary mad one, right?

JOHN: That noise.

SHERLOCK: What noise?

MARY: She’s dead. Ooh, I bet she isn’t dead, I bet he saved her! Oh my God! Oh, the posh boy loves the dominatrix! He’s never knowingly under-cliche, is he?


JOHN: I’m going to make a deduction.

SHERLOCK: Oh, okay, that’s good.

JOHN: And if my deduction is right, you’re going to be honest and tell me, okay?

SHERLOCK: Okay. Though I should mention that it is possible for any given text alert to become randomly attached to-

JOHN: Happy birthday.

SHERLOCK: Thank you, John. That’s really kind of you.

JOHN: Never knew when your birthday was.

SHERLOCK: Now you do.

JOHN: Seriously? We’re not going to talk about this?

SHERLOCK: Talk about what?

JOHN: I mean, how does it work?

SHERLOCK: How does what work?

JOHN: You and ‘the woman’. Do you go to a discreet Harvester sometimes? Is there nights of passion in High Wycombe?

SHERLOCK: Oh for God’s sakes! I don’t text her back.

JOHN: Why not? You bloody moron! She’s out there, she likes you, and she’s alive! Do you have the first idea how lucky you are?! Yes, she’s a lunatic, she’s a criminal, she’s insanely dangerous. Trust you to fall for a sociopath!

MARY: Oh, married an assassin!

JOHN: But she’s… you know…


JOHN: Just text her back!


JOHN: Because High Wycombe is better than you are currently equipped to understand!

SHERLOCK: I once caught a triple poisoner in High Wycombe.

JOHN: That’s only the beginning, mate.

SHERLOCK: As I think I have explained to you many times before: romantic entanglement, while fulfilling for other people-

JOHN: Would complete you as a human being.

SHERLOCK: That doesn’t even mean anything.

JOHN: Just text her. Phone her. Do something while there’s still a chance because that chance doesn’t last forever. Trust me, Sherlock, it’s gone before you know it. Before you know it.

JOHN: She was wrong about me.

SHERLOCK: Mary? How so?

JOHN: She thought that if you put yourself in harm’s way I might… rescue you, or something. But I didn’t. Not ’til she told me to. And that’s how this works. That’s what you’re missing. She taught me to be the man she already thought I was: get yourself a piece of that.

SHERLOCK: Forgive me, but you are doing yourself a disservice. I have known many people in this world but made few friends, and I can safely say-

JOHN: I cheated on her.

JOHN: No clever comeback? I cheated on you, Mary. There was a woman on the bus and I had a plastic daisy in my hair, I’d been playing with Rosie, and this girl just smiled at me. That’s all it was, it was a smile. We texted constantly. Wanna know when? Every time you left the room, that’s when. When you were feeding our daughter. When you were stopping her from crying. That’s when. That’s all it was. Just texting. But I wanted more. And do you know something? I still do. I’m not the man you thought I was, I’m not that guy, I never could be. But that’s the point. That’s the whole point. Who you thought I was is the man who I want to be.

MARY: Well, then. John Watson. Get the hell on with it.

*He begins to cry. Sherlock rises and hugs him gently.*

SHERLOCK: It’s okay.

JOHN: It’s not okay.

SHERLOCK: No. But it is what it is.