Disclaimer:
As usual... I do not own anything. It all belongs to Mark Gatiss and Steven Moffat. Did anyone mention yet you do a fantastic job? Well...mentioned now. :-)
Prologue:
To John Watson, Sherlock Holmes was a wonder of nature. Incredibly clever, exceptionally fast thinking and extraordinarily gifted. To John Watson, Sherlock Holmes was the most brilliant brain in the whole of Britain. Including Commonwealth Nations.
To Sherlock Holmes, John Watson was – no offence – an idiot. He was like any other of these billions of people who lived their lives on the same planet as he did. The only thing that made John the exception among these billions of other people was that he sometimes got through. In some moments John said something (stupid, mostly) and got through Sherlock's constantly hard-working brain – right into his core. And these were the moments when Sherlock felt something inside that he had very rarely sensed so far. He felt like a proper human being. He had never found out what the trick was; the only thing he knew was: there were only few people who had that effect on him. Very few. Actually, the number could probably be reduced to one. To him. John Watson.