Sherlock Holmes had two great loves in his life.
The painter, the criminal mastermind known as Moriarty, his first love. His downfall.
Irene Adler was beautiful, shining blond hair and sparkling blue eyes, a criminal in her own right, stealing famous paintings for herself.
She was intoxicating, a mind that stimulated his own.
And she was snatched away by greed and Moriarty- his greatest enemy, his first love. Intertwined in a way he had never predicted.
The truth had torn him apart.
A former surgeon, his partner in solving crime, and his last love was the one to carefully piece him back together.
She was brilliant in her own right, Joan Watson. She didn't possess the mind that Irene-Moriarty-Irene did, but she was still brilliant. He wanted to impress her, gain her favor, in a way that Irene had never inspired in him.
Joan did not share Irene's intellect, nor did she share Irene's shining blond hair and sparkling blue eyes- no, her hair was the color of night and her eyes were rich dark chocolate.
Another proof that Joan was different from her, Irene had never provoked any kind of poetics from him.
Sherlock had two great loves in his life and he had not meant to fall for either of them.
The Woman. She defined her gender in everything she did, a mind brilliant enough to rival his own.
The Heroine. The only one who could ever eclipse The Woman. An angel meant to fight away his demons.
Sherlock Holmes had two great loves in his life.
And when the time came to choose between them, he followed his keeper instead of his trigger.
Sherlock Holmes and Joan Watson.
As it should be.
He named a bee after her!
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