I rewatched Sherlock today, mainly to get away from all the nastiness in the Cumberbatch tag. (Just checked to see if sanity has returned; it hasn’t. There’s a bloody hate blog now. UGH.) But I digress.
All my Sherlolly feels have returned. Full force. Now I have this idea kicking around in my head of a Sherlolly fic that deals with the sudden return of a certain Woman. Why does my brain do this to me? I know Emcee did a little bit of that in The Full House and it was brilliant. And frankly, the idea of writing Sherlock scares the shit out of me.
Maybe it’ll be gone in the morning? Fellow Sherlolliers, should I give it a shot? Run for the hills? Help!