(inspired by Ruby Sparks)
Nothing ever happens to John Watson. Not since the army doctor returned from Afghanistan. So when his therapist suggests he get into writing books, he decides to give it a try, writing mystery stories under the pseudonym Arthur Conan Doyle. Through this, John creates Sherlock Holmes, the most brilliant consulting detective the world has ever seen.
But John gets the surprise of his life when he wakes up one morning to find the character in his living room, as human as human beings can get, urging the writer to come along with him on a case. Sherlock is a handful - highly intelligent and observant but arrogant and sarcastic - exactly how John had described him, actually. It’s an absolute battlefield as they solve case after case, but John realizes he wouldn’t have written it any other way.
This is just a friendly reminder that today would have been Phil Coulson’s 48th birthday
Hamish is Irene’s son.
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