[ SECRET POST #2477 ]

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⌈ Secret Post #2477 ⌋

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Comments

[intrigueing]

Uh, no no no. Just because Holmes is also a dick doesn't mean he's anything similar to Sherlock in his style of dickishness.

Not to mention (on a totally separate note) Holmes is actually completely undickish a lot of the time in between moments of dickery, while dickishness pervades every aspect of Sherlock's personality almost all the time. Which is a fine alternative character interpretation you know, I'm not purist in the slightest, but it's not inline with canon.

Like, I'm sorry, but canon Holmes? He would gladly jam an ice pick through his own brain before he did to Watson what Sherlock did to John in the BBC version of Hound.

[abharding]

Well in the Adventure of the Devil's Foot Root, he sort of did. But at least he also exposed himself to poison as well, and admitted that what he wrong and stupid.

“Upon my word, Watson!” said Holmes at last with an unsteady voice, “I owe you both my thanks and an apology. It was an unjustifiable experiment even for one’s self, and doubly so for a friend. I am really very sorry.”

[(Anonymous)]

Other way around, sort of. He mostly wanted to test the poison on himself to start with, but asked Watson to stay with him so that they could keep an eye on each other:

"Now, Watson, we will light our lamp; we will, however, take the precaution to open our window to avoid the premature decease of two deserving members of society, and you will seat yourself near that open window in an armchair unless, like a sensible man, you determine to have nothing to do with the affair. Oh, you will see it out, will you? I thought I knew my Watson. This chair I will place opposite yours, so that we may be the same distance from the poison and face to face. The door we will leave ajar. Each is now in a position to watch the other and to bring the experiment to an end should the symptoms seem alarming."

Which was just about the only thing that saved his life, since apparently Watson is harder to chemically cripple with untold horrors than Holmes is.

At the same moment, in some effort of escape, I broke through that cloud of despair and had a glimpse of Holmes’s face, white, rigid, and drawn with horror—the very look which I had seen upon the features of the dead. It was that vision which gave me an instant of sanity and of strength. I dashed from my chair, threw my arms round Holmes, and together we lurched through the door

Once Watson drags them both out the door and Holmes wakes up from the screaming horrors, he realises what an absolute idiot idea that whole thing just was, and makes the apology above.

It's not really a case of poisoning his friend to see what happens, though, like it is in Sherlock. More a case of poisoning HIMSELF to see what happens, with Watson there in case something goes horribly wrong. And then apologising for not realising that it was never not going to go wrong, how much of idiot do you have to be to test murderous chemicals on actual people?

Nothing close to the same calibre of dickishness, really.