Time Waits For No One
This is a song about Victor Trevor and Sherlock Holmes.
(I call this ship Trolms. You should do the same because it’s an awesome name.)
And, gosh, the story of this song is a long one.
When I started writing I realized that writing Trevor is somewhat harder than writing Moran even though both have yet to make an appearance in Sherlock. But while everybody’s headcanon about Moran seems to be more or less the same, Trevor is pretty nebulous and imprecise.
So I asked Frauke what she thinks about Victor and how he met Sherlock in the BBC!verse and whether or not he likes lobster.
Frauke then came up with several headcanons about Victor. I highly recommend for you to read them so everything makes a little more sense and also they’re highly entertaining:
I immediately fell in love with Frauke’s Victor (I mean, isn’t he someone you’d totally love to hang out with?).
Then I wrote a version of this song which was very detailed, about Victor singing The Astronomer in the shower and later marrying Charles and all those things but then I realized how that would make absolutely no sense to anyone but Frauke and me.
So I rewrote the whole thing and I’m quite happy with it now.
Incidentally I wrote the ‘Time waits for no one’ -line before Frauke told me that ‘tempus neminem manet’ is Sherlock’s favourite latin phrase. The Latin snob in me wanted to name the song Tempus Neminem Manet but luckily I decided against that.
It’s been so long, another time, another place
just you were the same, always the same
just a little more callow, a little greener
but am I to blame?
And if you wanted to we could pretend
that we were young and stupid.
Except you were never stupid
and you were never really young
And nothing happened that you didn’t want.
Time waits for no one
not even you.
I’m your ghost of Christmas past
I’m your fears and your faults
but I won’t tell how you tried to hold me fast
and the sins of our past won’t catch up with us.
I guess these days you are way more careful with your heart
than you were back then.
So I can tell you that my dog died years ago
and I’m a married man.
Does it really matter in the end
when you will not ever change
and if you still think no one wants to be your friend
all I can do is not punch you again.
Don’t be bitter, soldier on
I know you are strong
you look somewhat happy now with John.