Watson's Frustration(s)
Spoilers for the most recent Hollywood Sherlock film. Also, I do not own Sherlock.
Watson is frustrated. Sherlock is under him, half-naked, knees around Watson's ears and gasping and he can't do anything about it. And it's not just about the terrible makeup or the fact that there are men coming to kill them.
It's because Sherlock just threw the one person it is now okay for Watson to have these urges for off of a train.
And also because Watson suspects that Sherlock doesn't quite understand sex, potentially viewing marriage as a mutually beneficial arrangement for a living bedwarmer who can help produce offspring to carry on the family name and/or provide support.
Which might be why Sherlock looked vaguely betrayed all the time recently, actually. He could fulfill two out of three, and probably views the new Mrs. Watson as only being able to fulfill two out of three. Git.
Confronting any of this means, however, that Watson would have to confront his feelings, sodomist urges, and semi-violations of the Hippocratic Oath when Sherlock drinks formaldehyde/deliberately poisons himself/manages to get impaled on something that Watson rips out without preamble and against all medical indications.
He briefly entertains the thought of sharing himself, and then imagines Sherlock (with his copious amounts of free time) taking on the really quite intelligent Mrs. Watson as his protégé and then having to deal with two of them drinking formaldehyde and being insane gits everywhere.
And then it doesn't matter anymore because Sherlock is dead.
And then it really doesn't matter because evidently Mrs. Watson has become Mycroft's protégé and Sherlock has been pretending to be the furniture for two weeks.
Watson is frustrated. Sherlock is under him, half-naked, knees around Watson's ears and gasping and he can't do anything about it. And it's not just about the terrible makeup or the fact that there are men coming to kill them.
It's because Sherlock just threw the one person it is now okay for Watson to have these urges for off of a train.
And also because Watson suspects that Sherlock doesn't quite understand sex, potentially viewing marriage as a mutually beneficial arrangement for a living bedwarmer who can help produce offspring to carry on the family name and/or provide support.
Which might be why Sherlock looked vaguely betrayed all the time recently, actually. He could fulfill two out of three, and probably views the new Mrs. Watson as only being able to fulfill two out of three. Git.
Confronting any of this means, however, that Watson would have to confront his feelings, sodomist urges, and semi-violations of the Hippocratic Oath when Sherlock drinks formaldehyde/deliberately poisons himself/manages to get impaled on something that Watson rips out without preamble and against all medical indications.
He briefly entertains the thought of sharing himself, and then imagines Sherlock (with his copious amounts of free time) taking on the really quite intelligent Mrs. Watson as his protégé and then having to deal with two of them drinking formaldehyde and being insane gits everywhere.
And then it doesn't matter anymore because Sherlock is dead.
And then it really doesn't matter because evidently Mrs. Watson has become Mycroft's protégé and Sherlock has been pretending to be the furniture for two weeks.