Let’s treat this like a code, assume it is a communication between John and either Sherlock or Mycroft (most likely Sherlock) which the woman on the bus has helped to facilitate, and try to figure out what it means:
07700 900 552
E x x
It’s been too long.
I know. Sorry.
Miss you.
You’re up late.
Or early
Night owl?
Vampire
🙂
The thing that makes me think this is *not* a conversation with Sherlock is that he already *knows* Sherlock is a night owl. Much as I would love to be wrong.
It’s code.
The number she gives him is the obligatory fake tv phone numbers and then the final 3 correlate to the letters JLC…it’s definitely a code. If not for them, it is for us…
THE REST OF IT DOES IN FACT SPELL JLC ON A STANDARD PHONE KEYPAD
The rational, calm, careful part of my brain is like “this is probably just a delightful coincidence?” but the rest of my brain is like LOL remember when they put fandom catchphrases into the TEH dialogue??? HI DAD
“Hey There, John Watson” (a Johnlock-y rewrite of Hey There, Delilah)
Hey there, John Watson,
What’s it like back there in London?
I’m a thousand miles away,
But John, tonight I might come home
Just to see you
It’s such a foolish thing to do
But I need you
Hey there, John Watson,
I know you think that I died,
But in reality I faked it all
To help keep you alive
And now you’re free
Free from my mortal enemy
And free from me
Oh, what have you done to me?
Oh, my eyes can hardly see
Oh, what have you done to me?
Oh, what’s happening to me?
Now I can barely breathe
Hey there, John Watson,
I know seeing that was hard
But I did it all for you
And I’ll come home and heal
the scars so very soon
Can’t wait to come back home to you,
Sun to my moon
Hey there, John Watson,
There’s so much I didn’t say
If every single small deduction
Would still take your breath away
I’d say them all
Never again would I fall
We’d have it all
Oh, What have you done to me?
Oh, my eyes can hardly see
Oh, what have you done to me?
Oh, what’s happening to me?
I know I’ve been away awhile
But I can’t wait to see you smile
There’s so much you don’t know about my heart
That day we met in St. Bart’s lab,
The night I took off in the cab:
I’d never ask you for a better start
John Watson, I can promise you
That I’ll always be there for you
My universe will never be the same
And you’re to blame
Hey there, John Watson,
You be good and don’t you miss me
Two more years and I’ll be home with you,
Jim’s network will be hist’ry
Don’t be blue
You know I’m doing this for you
You can write up cases like you do
Hey there, John Watson,
Here’s to you
I’m missing you
Oh, what have you done to me?
Oh, my eyes can hardly see.
Oh, what have you done to me?
Oh, what’s happening to me?
I need you, don’t you see
It’s not a terrific recording, but all I have is a dinky microphone and a karaoke track, so whatever. But if anyone wants to re-record it, just make sure to credit the lyrics to me and send me a link so that I can reblog it. 🙂
Sherlock ghostwrote that dril tweet about 98% of one’s budget dedicated to candles
What if Mary’s death is all fake and that’s what Sherlock’s recurring nightmare is??? That he will fail in his vow and it would mean John hates him?????? Arghbghhhghhhh
He was done with her. And then she “sacrificed” herself. Don’t believe the lies.
Ya’ll Mary knew. She KNEW that John was going to leave her. And what was that she said in HLV? “I would do anything at all to stop that from happening.” Now John will feel guilty for the rest of his life. Game, set, match.
take time to figure it out 