Spoiler alert: The Great Game
Ch 11 in which our hero Sherlock is a bit disappointed by waste time and misplaced sentiment.
For Sherlock, it was a good day. He knew it was a terrible day in the same time, but there were terrible days all around and he wasn't guilty of them, nor did he feel guilty for savouring the moment when he could use his higher functions in the way that was worthy of his mind. And his mind did work that day, it was a powerful day. Of course, there were losses but he could handle it, put it aside because sentiment did get in the way of the judgment. He was rather disappointed in John when he displayed his all mighty compassion and emotion, regret, he was a doctor after all, and a soldier, he would expect more understanding of nature of life, cruel and unforgiving, and of course, he became useless after submitting to his sentiment. Sherlock hadn't had time for that, there was a bomber to be caught and his mind did work overtime. There were puzzles all over the place.
John was a worthy company and for some way, his quiet and thoughtful nature did help him think, and his open faces full of expressions did come as a fun distraction. Maybe he loved him for the fact that he never hides, he had nothing he was so ashamed of that he would shield it from the world. It was so refreshing because it brought with its ability to just look pass Sherlock's lack of reasoning what's proper and what's not proper to say or do. Proper was such a waste of time, maybe the biggest one around. But today it seemed that Sherlock did pass even patient doctor's limits.
"I put products in my hair," he said earlier and it was a sweet argument because he didn't even use regenerator, even less other things, he was so bluntly man that he wasn't even slightly aware of his appearance. It was like he was deliberately demining his own attractiveness. The clothes he wore were worn out baggy and not at all flattering. Lack of any grooming left him looking worn himself like he's just got out of bed and just put something on, like those jumpers of his. But despite that, he had his appeal, something luring about him, not like that fake straight guy that Molly dragged along. He was just distasteful if he's pretending it could be at least a bit more subtle. He was like a hammer in the head and not at least bit attractive. To think people passed him by as straight was not understandable. Like Molly, she hadn't had a courtesy to even remember John's name, it was a lack of manners, it wasn't like John was here for the first time. Anyway, he was doing her a favour, and John's opinion that it wasn't nice was just illogical.
After that, he gave John a chance to reason and it was all fun to see his mind works, trying to get dots together and there was some reasoning involved, but of course, he missed out details and their meaning. They were equally clumsy them two, just in opposite areas. Luckily Sherlock was the master where it matter, in his mind, he easily could let John be master of proper and sentiment, he wasn't sorry he was cut off on that.
Like he was cut off from jumping when his brother says queen and the country; he knew that most of the time it was only his big ass on the line. Sherlock couldn't care less about that. But he let it be assigned to John, which made it fun, he could watch him walk and think, and that was a worthy sight. It wasn't important that he'll most likely fail, but he would try, he won't give up just because it's hard and unlikely that he would crack it. It was a simple enough task and there was no hurry to disclose it when he could walk behind John and watch how his thoughts were formed by routes he made.
After a while, he started to think there is something more behind that incident with missing plans. It was just too big of a coincidence that it all occurred at the same time and he couldn't really believe that it all revolved around him solely.