We Believe

Don't make people into heroes John. Heroes don't exist. And if they did I certainly wouldn't be one of them.

In this world, in this day and age we get used to discovering our heroes have feet of clay. Footballers have affairs. Musicians do drugs. Politicians lie and cheat and steal. We watch the newspapers tear them down bit by bit day after day until their reputations lie in shreds. Then we shake our heads and say that they deserved it. Maybe because they did. Or maybe it's our way of coping with discovering they weren't the people we thought they were.

Sherlock Holmes wasn't real. He was a character that existed on paper, on the internet and on TV. But somehow watching him being torn apart in The Reichenbach Fall hurt even more than watching it happen to people in the real world. I kept expecting him to find some way out of it. Someway to salvage his reputation and taken Morairty down. He was Sherlock and he always had a plan. Maybe he wasn't a real person. But he was real to me.

Never mind what he said. Sherlock was a hero. He was a good man. Even if his motives for going out and solving crimes weren't alturistic - even if they were money and an attempt to alleviate boredom - he still helped people. He still helped put criminals behind bars. Even if he did treat his friends as if they were people who he simply put up with, as if they didn't really count, they so obviously did matter to him. Molly mattered. Lestrade mattered. Mrs Hudson mattered. John Mattered. I liked knowing that in some alternate universe, if some alternate version of me got into trouble, there was someone I could go to for help.

Moriarty said that "Falling is just like flying. Only there's a more permenant destination.". He may have thought that he had bought about the Fall of Sherlock Holmes. But people like me, to whom Sherlock was real in some way shape or form. We will make sure that Sherlock Flies.

Sherlock Holmes was my hero. And I believe in him.

I Believe in Sherlock Holmes.