Alphabet of Johnlock

A is for Adler

Irene Adler. Ever the enigma. She was - as far as most men, and a fair few women, were concerned - the epitome of lust. But not to Sherlock Holmes: to him she was a puzzle to be solved. When Sherlock looked at her, all he saw was a mystery, a woman with gaping insecurities manifesting themselves in a need to control, not the beautiful - and naked - woman will go give him anything; perhaps he did see, he just didn't want anything. John saw how Sherlock looked at her: it was how he looked at his sister. Sherlock didn't want to use her, he wanted to save her. John knew - though Sherlock seldom admitted it - he was the same as Molly and him - he wanted to save people.

Irene Adler had also been useful to Sherlock, she had shown him John's jealous side. He counted the texts. He counted them. Every single one would make him more annoyed. It had entertained Sherlock. Adler had also showed him John's stance on naked women appearing in front of him, a reaction that most surprised Sherlock considering the number of times "I'm not gay!!" had been shouted in the previous years, however the number of failed relationships had numbed the surprise. Irene had her uses to Sherlock, but one was not in the bedroom, not in her bedroom at least.