Coming back from Afghanistan, John doesn’t seem to know what to do with his life. He is in his young 30’s, no job, a alcoholic sister and nothing to hold on to. After meeting Sherlock Holmes at St.Barts, he finds new friends in Mrs. Hudson, Molly and Lestrade.
It appears as if solving crimes with his coleague (and later best friend), Sherlock, and blooging about their lives, helps him to forget the war he had to fight. Not just the war he had to fight as a soldier, but also the war he had to fight with himself, finding something that makes him feel worthy and liked.
Spending time with his flat mate helps him fighting this war, that is often harder to end than anything else. Losing the one who helped him so much, knowing him just for a few months, pushes him back to the beginning, as if his experiences have been erased.
John Watson is the kind of man who normally doen’t want to need help, not realizing how much he really needs it. Yet he trusts Sherlock from the very beginning, liking the feeling of being safe that Sherlock give him without knowing it. His friendship with the detective has given him the strenght to move on. Even though he hears what people think about Sherlock, even though he doesn’t know his friends past, the bond the two have is one of the strongest bonds two human beings can have.
They are like brothers, trusting each other like noone else ever would. After seeing Sherlock fall, he still believes in his friend, not believing what anyone says. This indicates a strong, but still hurt character. Standing at the detectives grave may remind him of the horror he’s seen.
The fact that he cannot go back to the flat is normal in his situation, but keeping it could mean that he still doesn’t believe what Sherlock’s said to him, hoping that it was all just a trick and that one day, Sherlock would come back.
Just a short list of things I’m trying to write:
Okay, first of all, it was a tough day… I’m not really up to doing anything this afternoon, and I think the only friend I have doesn’t like me anymore…
But okay, enough of my deep depression :D
I thought about doing some of this analyses, some theories. The first one I wanna do is a theory about Sherlock. The hints in the episodes, character analyses, a theory about how Sherlock faked his death.
If you have any ideas what I could do, my ask box is open, and you can send more than one idea :)
Okay, here we go:
My name is Catherine ‘Cat’ Grainger. Of course this isn’t my real name, I would be pretty dumb to tell you who I really am. You might call me however you want, anyway.
This blog is just for people who are interested in stories about a girl that has way too much fantasy, stories about her living in her favourite movies and books. And last would be pretty much. And for those who have problems, or need someone to talk to.
I wasn’t sure about this first. I mean, who would talk to a stranger, I’m still not sure if I should keep it, but I’m not interested in many followers, I am interested in honest words, I want to be there for people who need someone, and I want to have some fun, have nice roleplay sessions and so on.
So, feel free to write me, my ask box is always open for you :)