This is one of those random things that you just write one day. It can quite easily be changed by replacing just the names or genders mentioned in a few places. I can't say how rare it is for me to write so little, but this was just one of those things that didn't need a lot of words to convey. Its one of those things that you can attach just about anything to, replace any of the wording and make it into anything you want.
This is very uncharacteristically Sherlock, he is VERY OOC in this little 'whatever' so don't say I didn't warn you.
I DO NOT (No matter how hard I wish I did) own Sherlock.
To my Dearest Joan
Some of the things in this world are not at them seem. They disguise themselves with lies and deception, fooling us with their manners and appearance.
I cannot expect you to understand. But I "know" that you can "identify" and identify "with" them.
You "see" the unusual, but you do not know "what" you are seeing. You can "name" what you witness, but you cannot "explain" what it is. You know "what" you do, yet you cannot tell me when you do it.
You are amazing Joan. You are a broken toy that works better than others. A follower who leads the crowd. A hypocrite who doesn't partake in hypocrisy. A jewel that looks like glass. A dull blade that is deadlier than a gun.
You are a contradiction that makes sense.
You may be wondering what I'm leaving you this note, instead of telling you all of this in person. And the answer is simple.
You drive me crazy Joan.
Your presence is intoxicating. Leaves me stumbling for ways to impress you, to make myself into the only thing in your eyes.
I'm a man of deduction, yet when you are around, no deductions come to my mind. You consume my mind until the only thing I can think about is the fact that you're sitting right next to me.
I can't risk the distraction.
My mind is too valuable to for it to be so eclipsed by you while my performance is being tested at every turn.
I will return once this case has been solved, but until then, I must leave you with this note to explain why.
I said you are amazing Joan, and I mean it. You've turned my world upside down by using your gift to simply name my realities. No one can do what you can.
Which is the second reason I leave this note.
I need your help.
My eyes are failing me, but not in the sense that I can no longer see. My vision is perfect, but I can no longer see the lies and contradictions with such accuracy as I once could. I can no longer recognize those people who cloak themselves so thoroughly in deception that it is who they become.
That is why it took me so long to realize what you are.
Joan, you are my conductor of light, my guide, and the one whose eyes see what they have since birth.
You do not need to understand what you are doing in order to see the truth, nor do you need to understand the lie that you don't know has been presented to you, as opposed to me and the thousands before you who must have all the necessary pieces laid out before us before we can even begin to see the truth.
The skill you possess is used my many, but kept by none. And as such you are the single most valuable woman on this earth.
My devotion to you is unwavering, and I will not stop protecting you, returning to you until the day I die.
Until we meet again.
My Beautiful Guide.
Love, Sherlock
OMG this is so weird!
FLAME IT AS MUCH AS YOU WANT!
I DESERVE THE HATE!
WHAT WAS I THINKING MAKING SHERLOCK "NOT ABLE TO SEE?"
(Bangs head against wall) Bad Soul Fire, bad Soul Fire, VERY bad Soul Fire!
Comments? Suggestions? Flames?
All are welcome...
Especially the flames! T_T
