John was an army doctor. He was a soldier. He was acclimatized to violence and could hold up under extreme conditions because he was trained to do it. He’s a crack shot and often that comes in handy when they two of them get into trouble.
Making Joan a doctor whose license was revoked for, what, the death of a patient (seriously what happened did she stab them or something?) makes no sense to John’s original character. Why would an ordinary doctor with no background of danger and adventure decide to suddenly jump into the line of fire with Sherlock? Normal people don’t do that. Soldiers who miss the thrill of war and the sense they’re accomplishing something in the face of gunshots and danger would do that. An ex-doctor would not.
It makes no sense.
I’m not even going to see this as Sherlock. I’ll probably watch it, it might be good, it might be amazing, but I won’t call it Sherlock Holmes. I’ll call it ‘a detective show that takes elements from Sherlock Holmes’, because yeah. That’s what it is.
(Based, of course, on Cee-Lo’s Forget You. I would like to apologize for the craptastic quality of my recording/editing software and also for my high notes. I am an alto two, so Cee-Lo’s falsetto notes are not ~exactly in my range, but I did my best. Credit for part of the bridge and general lyrical assistance goes to saintdoriangray, thanks so much! Mild spoilers for Reichenbach.)
I see you solvin’ my crimes with my devious clues And I’m like, I’ll burn you (oo-oo-oo!) I think you would make such wonderful shoes And I’m like, I’ll burn you and burn John too If I wasn’t forgiving, you wouldn’t be living Oh, but this is fun (isn’t this fun?) And though you’re awfully cute, I’ll still tell Seb to shoot And I’ll burn you (oo-oo-oo!)
Hey Sherly, it’s Jim from IT I had some cute gay underwear I left my number, but you didn’t call me Now you know I don’t play fair I’ll blow up that fool who hangs around with you (I play with semtex, and now I’m Mr. Sex) Ooh, I’ve got some bombs for you Now, run and tell your little doctor friend…
Hey shorty, it’s Moriarty Wearin’ Westwood, lookin’ cool I’ll destroy ya, oh I adore ya And I look so good in the crown jewels I’ll blow up that fool who runs around with you (I play with semxtex, and now I’m Mr. Sex) Ooh, I’ve got a game for you You didn’t realize I was insane til now?
Now virgin, virgin, virgin, virgin, you need to get laid so bad (so bad, so bad, so bad) Your flatmate’s heterosexual, your frustration is oh so sad (so sad, so sad, so sad) Don’t shoot, don’t shoot, don’t shoot, Sherly I owe you, I still owe you, oh-oh-oh
° Watson is no longer the accomplished and decorated war hero and army doctor, two aspects of the character which have always, in some way or another, coloured the way the character behaves and the decisions they make. Not only does it change the character, but it sends a…