I am enjoying having Sherlock back on our screens, even if I am disgruntled at developments in the story (JohnHamishWatsonyoubloodyidiot *cough*). Anyway, just a silly bit of fun I came up with ahead of the final episode merging two of my favorite fandoms as an antidote to the seriousness this series. Let me know what you think.
"Noo! Nooo!" Luke Skywalker wasn't taking the news of his unfortunate parentage any easier than he had the first twenty times John Watson had seen this film. The fact that he was now missing a limb due to said parent was probably something to do with his discomfort. John was not really paying attention to the young Jedi's existential angst, busy examining the angular face of his tall, dark haired companion expectantly. Sherlock's interjections could be quite amusing at home. The cinema of course was out of the question, as were most relatively enclosed public spaces where social norms dictate that one is required to observe respectful silence. On the few occasions Sherlock had been persuaded to go, he had either criticised the characters loudly or conducted disturbing internet searches or text conversations related to various cases until an excuse was made to leave. So since ITV were showing the Star Wars Original Trilogy (with no silly CGI additions), John had persuaded Sherlock to acquaint himself with some pop culture. Especially as their last case had involved an avid Trekkie and a severed ear lobe (John had settled on 'The Final Front-Ear' as the blog entry title, which had been received with a groan by all).
"Knew it." Sherlock's baritone verdict was delivered with a satisfied movement of his eyebrows.
"Oh come on!" John shouted exasperatedly "it was one of the most jealously guarded plot twists in the history of cinema. I thought you said you didn't know anything about Star Wars?"
"Deduction based on typical tropes in fiction and the story, John. 'Vader' is obviously a ham-fisted corruption of the German word 'vater', meaning 'father'. Since Luke is the central character it is logical to assume that the offspring in question would be him, adding a much needed layer of moral complexity to the plot. Additionally, a man who apparently enjoys asphyxiating his underlings for failures apparently beyond their control would not ask for favour for a person who has not only destroyed a tactical advantage of extreme value to his government, but who belongs to a religion that is currently illegal unless his being the 'son of Skywalker' had some personal meaning for him. Honestly, I don't know why you thought it was so surprising."
"I *was* about seven. And not a genius" John grumbled, turning back to the screen in time to see Leia and Lando pluck Luke from his precarious position on an inverted antennae.
Sherlock gave a small smirk.
The following evening saw the two friends watching the next instalment, surrounded by satay covered take away boxes. "I thought you didn't like it, something about being blindingly obvious." John had said.
"I never said I didn't like it. Sometimes the mind requires rest after all."
So here they were, watching Luke and Obi-Wan's conversation in the misty swamps of Degobah. "Leia! Leia is my sister!" Luke's epiphiany spread across his face.
John turned to Sherlock "I supposed that was obvious too?"
"Of course, John."
"Oh for Christ's sake!"