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In the Writers' Room: Sherlock Series 3
Gatiss: Okay, Steven, everyone's going crazy trying to figure out how Sherlock survived that fall, so we're going to need a really clever solution.
Moffat: Sherlock stood on top of St. Bart's. And then--
Gatiss: Yes?
Moffat: More disco music.
Gatiss: What? No. It was funny at the pool, but--
Moffat: More. Disco. Music.
Gatiss: How does that even explain--
Moffat: Gloria Gaynor.
Gatiss: But you were talking about all the clues being--
Moffat: First I was afraid. I was petrified.
Gatiss: You don't need to sing it. I know the song.
Moffat: Kept thinking I could never live without you by my side.
Gatiss: Molly. Molly definitely has a part in it, right?
Moffat: But I spent so many nights, thinking how you did me wrong, and I grew strong. And I learned how to carry on.
Gatiss: Stop it. Stop it right now. Did the garbage truck break Sherlock's fa--
Moffat: Oh no, not I.
Gatiss: STEVEN. No! He used the ball to stop his pulse! The dummy that was hanging in the flat was wearing a mask! Something! Anything!
Moffat: I WILL SURVIVE. AS LONG AS I KNOW HOW TO LOVE I KNOW I'LL STAY ALIVE.
Gatiss: Please, please, Steven. I'm begging you as your friend--
Moffat: I. Will. Survive.
Gatiss: Fuck it. Fine.
my headcanon is that molly knows sherlock is alive because she helped him do the dying trick also he stays with her for a while that is my headcanon
He spends the first night at her flat. Molly doesn’t ever hear him crying but in the morning when she shuffles into her kitchen in her least-embarrassing bathrobe she finds Sherlock sitting at the table with red-rimmed eyes and dried tracks down his cheeks. One of her cats is sitting on his lap. He looks surprised when it jumps down and she wonders how long it sat there without him noticing.
He’s made two cups of tea. The one in front of him is empty, the other long since cold and she realizes that he didn’t make it for her, that he’d undoubtedly automatically made it for someone else, another man on the other side of the city who probably has also made two cups of tea and hasn’t made any efforts to hide his tears. John, unlike Sherlock, has never had any problem with letting everyone see how much he cares. Except, no, that’s wrong, that’s different now. Because before she’d flutter about him unseen and unheard but now when he watches her she thinks he actually sees her, actually hears what she says.
Funny how death changes people, she thinks. She’s so surrounded by it and yet it never ceases to surprise her how much it changes people. And he’s been changed by it, by his death. Even if his body hasn’t been made ash, she thinks that death means losing everything, and there is no doubt that this man has lost everything.
