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shinybearnerd · 1 year

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“At Dead of Night”

Hi everyone!

This is a little ff for the BBC Sherlock fandom.

It's set a little bit before the events of the third season. So !SPOILER WARNING! if you had not seen it yet.

Honestly, I don't know what it is. I'm tired and I wanted to exorcise my old obsession with this (wonderful) series by writing something.

It was supposed to be longer, with the reader that finds out that Sherlock is alive and that Mycroft lied to them. Let me know if you're interested in that. I'll do a part 2 if that's the case.

Anyway, I hope you like it. Let me know what you think down below!

(no use of y/n - the reader has they/them pronounce)

-Engish is not my first language. So I'm sorry if there are any mistakes-

Pair: Mycroft x reader, a few remainders of Sherlock x reader

Words: 1,5k

Genre: Fluff , a little bit of Angst

Story: Reader and Mycroft finally have some precious time alone. During this, Reader remembers and thinks about the last three years and his relationship with the Holmes brothers. About that, lately, they have the feeling that the oldest might hide something...

Dining with Mycroft is... strange. Beautiful but strange.

No. Strange is not the right word.

Upsetting, perhaps?

Disarming?

Yes. Disarming is the right word.

You were so used to the half dinners that every so often you and Sherlock indulged between one case and another that remaining seated from ordering to withdrawing the last dish destabilized you in a good way. Even if you can't help but think that with Sherlock you would have had more fun. Not that Mycroft was boring. No, it was quite the opposite.

The charm and elegance of that man had always been something that had fascinated and impressed you. It's a characteristic that could also be seen in the younger of the Holmes brothers but stood out in the movements of the older one. Like right now: he had raised his arm slightly, getting the attention of a waiter who immediately ran towards your table. Then he asked if it might be possible to have another bottle of who knows what fine wine he was craving at that moment. And all you can do is smile at him and restrain the urge you had at that moment to jump on him and make love once again. It mattered little to you if everyone saw you.

Mycroft loved to spoil you.

You came to understand it quite soon. When you pointed out that there was no need and that all that attention could embarrass you, he replied that if you wanted the world, he would have brought it to you on a tray of gold.

That statement turned you on more than you care to admit.

Next month will be the third year since you saw him die. Sometimes that horrible, heartbreaking image would come back to visit you during your nightmares. Since you've been dating Mycroft tho, things started to change.

Having someone take care of you, and granting any kind of wish was incredibly pleasant.

Not that Sherlock didn't care about what you needed. He had his way of dealing with this kind of thing. And, even late at times, your needs were met.

He was a lovable and, more than his pride would admit, forgetful idiot. Your lovable and forgetful idiot.

He has been your rock in difficult times. He was your confidant. A person you could talk to. Over time he too has opened up to your presence and you have discovered a side of Mycroft that you would not even have imagined before.

Then things started to change. And perhaps for the best.

Between one evening together and another, a kiss escaped. Then a date. And after even more time, a night of love at the man's house. The first time after Sherlock's death.

You felt awful. Disgusting.

You hated yourself because you felt like you cheated on Sherlock by sleeping with his brother. With his enemy.

In all this, however, Mycroft was always understanding. He didn't push you into doing anything. He always listened and asked if you were comfortable doing anything.

He was able to make you feel alive and loved once again. Which you didn't think was possible. Spending time with him was magical and incredibly peaceful. Maybe more than you wanted, but you need calm and serenity in your life. So everything was perfect.

Except for one thing. You had the sensation that he was hiding something from you.

As the waiter walked away from your table, Mycroft noticed your gaze on him. He smiled too, taking your hands and leaving a kiss on your skin.

<<Are you enjoying yourself, my dear?>>

That nickname always managed to make you blush like a teenager.

<<Very.>>

His smile widened. <<I'm happy.>>

He had a strange look in his eyes. Like someone who has a cross to bear.

It's not the first time you've noticed such a look. In these three years, you have noticed it several times. Particularly when he thought you were not watching him.

<<Hard day at work?>> You ask him.

He looks down at your hands and strokes them with his thumb. <<No more than others.>>

<<Something wrong? I see you a little tense, love.>>

<<I'm fine. Don't worry.>>

<<Is there anything I can do to help you?>> You ask with a hint of maliciousness in your voice.

You give up, even if momentarily.

Mycroft could be stubborn if he wanted to and you're sure if you insisted you wouldn't get anything out of it. Might as well wait for the moment when he wants to talk.

But you know that something was up.

Mycroft's smile went from adoring to mischievous in fractions of seconds. He was about to say something when he was interrupted by two waiters. One who served you dessert and another who opened the requested bottle and poured it.

<<What are we toasting to?>> You ask, taking your glass.

<<To the beautiful person in front of me.>>

You blush hard while smiling. <<Stop it! You know it bothers me!>>

He chuckles and clinks both glasses together. <<To you, my love.>>

<<You know what? I don't want to do anything more for you. Keep your secrets.>>

He looked at you with a beaten puppy gaze as he lowered his wine glass and opened his jacket to reach for his cell phone in the inside pocket. You see him getting white as a ghost as soon as his eyes rest on the name that appears on the screen.

Mycroft opens his mouth to tell you that your beauty was meant to be celebrated every second, when he is interrupted by his cell phone ringing.

You were annoyed that someone was interrupting you, but you know very well that Mycroft can't help it.

<<I'm sorry, my dear.>>

He gets up, kisses you and walks towards the exit.

You can see him through one of the vertical windows on either side of the hall. He's tense. Very tense.

He walks slowly up and down the street. He is listening to someone, trying to assess the situation. Suddenly his head snaps up. You can't see his face because of the distance, but you know that it's no good and that Mycroft must leave as soon as possible.

You thank the waiter by leaving a generous tip and get up, walking towards the lobby.

You call the waiter with a wave of your hand, asking for the bill and if it were possible to pack the two desserts to take them away.

In a few minutes, he fixed everything.

<<Are you going away, miss?>>

<<I'm afraid so.>>

<<Okay. Wait here while I get your coats, please.>>

As the woman walks away, you can get a better look at your boyfriend.

His back is straight and tense. The expression is always cold and detached but the movement of his lips makes you understand that he is furious.

You are very concerned about this situation. You’ve never seen him so upset.

The receptionist's voice wakes you from your thoughts.

She moves behind you and helps you put on your coat.

<<Thank you.>>

<<You’re welcome, miss. Here. This is your husband's.>> She smiles as she hands you Mycroft's coat.

<<He’s- ...Thank you. Good evening.>>

Husband...

You’ve never thought about that

As the woman opens the door to let you out you find yourself looking at your left ring finger. Smiling at the idea.

How can't you? Mycroft was perfect.

As soon as you finish the sentence, Mycroft feels weird. He doesn't know what that depends on. He just can't help but smile.

<<Yes, I'll be right there.>>

Your boyfriend has just ended the call when he notices your presence.

<> You tell him as you hand him both the jacket and the box containing the desserts. <<And these are both yours. From how tense I see you, I know you deserve them all.>>

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You both are surprised and stare blanc at each other.

It's the first time either of them has said the l-word.

A taxi appeared, parking in front of you. You share another kiss before the eldest Holmes opens the door for you, and then closes it behind you.

You smile at him. Hug him to you and kiss him. <>

He melts under your touch.

<>

<> You reply mischievously.

Mycroft chuckles. <<That's not what I meant ... Or at least in part.

<>

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<<I'll make it up to you.>>

<> You stated as you caress his face. <<Can we talk later?>>

<<Of course. Call me when you arrive.>>

<<The same goes for you too, Mister.>>

You think for a long time about that "I'll make it up to you". He had an odd tone. As if he was hiding something.

He smiles at you, kisses you one more time and gives directions to the taxi driver.

As soon as the taxi starts you realize that his car has arrived, but Mycroft doesn't get on it. He waits for you to leave, waving at you from a distance. You blow him a kiss and sit up composed.

You suppress a yawn in your throat and blame it all on tiredness and your overthinking. Mycroft has always told you everything. Sure he would not hide something from you... right?

#mycroft #mycroft holmes #mycroft holmes x reader #mycroft holmes x you #mycroft holmes fluff #mycroft holmes angst #bbc sherlock #sherlock #sherlock holmes #sherlock holmes x reader #sherlock holmes x you #bbc sherlock imagine #bbc sherlock fanfiction #bbc sherlock x reader #bbc sherlock x you #bbc sherlock fic #fanfiction #ff

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rey-jake-therapist · 3 months

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The One That Got Away (Sherlock fanfic)

Hey lovely people!

After "It's so cold", my Molly Hooper centric one shot fic, here's the beginning of my second contribution to the Sherlock fandom :)

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RATING: mature

PAIRINGS: Sherlock/Original Female Character, Mycroft/Original Male Character, John/Molly

TIMELINE: post The Final Problem, with many flashbacks of Sherlock's past (between 10 and 15 years before TFP)

TW: PTSD, references to past rape, drugs and suicide

STATUS: WIP

Summary:

Six months after Sherlock's sister Eurus put him, his brother Mycroft and his best friend John Watson through a series of sick games that nearly got all them killed, they all came back to their life. After helping Sherlock to repair the damages caused by the fire that destroyed their apartment, John found a new job and raises Rosie in the house he used to share with Mary. However, he hasn't forgotten his friend Sherlock, who resumed his consulting work at 221B Baker Street. It's not enough to cure Sherlock's boredom, but soon a new case will get him back to Scotland Yard; a wealthy man was found hanged in his living-room, and the circumstances surrounding his death are mysterious. Despite Lestrade's inclination towards deeming it a suicide, Sherlock is doubtful: how come his safe, hidden behind a painting, was found unlocked and emptied? Was the hanged man a blackmail's victim? Was it even a suicide? For the first time in months, Sherlock is excited: at last, the game is on! Little does he know that this new case will soon force him to face the ghost of a past he thought was behind him. Memories of a case he investigated fifteen years ago resurface, along with the heartbreak that ensued.

#sherlock bbc #sherlock holmes #sherlock fanfiction #sherlock fanfic #sherlock x ofc #sherlock x oc #fanfiction #john watson x molly hooper #the final problem #post tfp #but also pre ASIP #Mycroft x omc #the one that got away ff

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orbeavariegata · 3 months

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Anatomy of a bromance fandom

Actor A and actor B (usually male) star in the same media.

Actor A and actor B work well with each other.

Actor A and actor B form a personal friendship.

Fans start shipping the actors.

Actor A and actor B get confronted with shipping.

Actor A and actor B start playing up their friendship to appeal to / appease the fans.

Fans start questioning the actors' sexuality and make allegations / claims towards their sexual preferences and gender identities.

Chaos ensues.

... and suddenly there's discourse in the fandom about who should be with whom and who should divorce their wife and leave their children for their ... work friend... question mark?

Fandom is wild, man.

#you could insert any fandom here #most notably:#supernatural #hannibal #sherlock #good omens #the avengers #sherlock holmes #leave those people be fr #i don't care if it's just a headcanon for you #you're free to think of whatever you like #i'm not policing that #but leave these real life people out of it #ffs #most of the time: they're just friends #isn't that enough?

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spiteful-crow · 26 days

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Chapters: 6/? Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/Jonathan , Sherlock Holmes & John Watson, Mycroft Holmes & Sherlock Holmes, Jonathan & John Watson, Sherlock Holmes & Violet Holmes, implied Sherlock Holmes/Verner Vogel Characters: Jonathan, Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, Mycroft Holmes, Violet Holmes Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Child Neglect, Child Abuse, Suicidal Thoughts, Murder, Drug Use, Drowning, Lovecraftian, Multiverse, twin flames, Domestic Violence

Our universe grants every soul a twin - a reflection of themselves - the kindred spirit - And no matter where they are or how far away they are from each other- even if they are in different dimensions, they will always find one another. This is destiny; this is love.

- Julie Dillon

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This fanfic will mainly focus on Jon & Sherlock's relationship. I will add more warnings as it progresses.

#sherlock holmes chapter one #sherlock holmes the awakened #I usually don't tag new chapters but this one took so long #no I didn't drop the ff xD #I'm just slow

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dazaiandhislovelybandages · 2 years

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Moving In Together Can Be Tough {S.H}

Genre: fluff with slight angst/comfort

Pairings: Sherlock Holmes x reader

A/n: 1) I was thinking of having William make an appearance due to the manga chapters but I decided for it to be spoiler free 2) I'm going back to the town I study in for uni after 2 months of vacation and I'm feeling a bit sad because I'm leaving my family behind so I needed some comfort 3) SEND RECOMMENDATIONS PLEASE

“And everything is set.” Sherlock placed the last box that happened to contain your books down before taking a quick turn to scan his apartment again.

You and Sherlock had gotten married around two days ago but it had simply been for the sake of Sherlock and you to be able to move in together. Society of course wouldn't allow an unmarried man and an unmarried woman moving in together...

Before all that you had been living with your family a few streets down from Sherlock's apartment and the two of you had met at the most peculiar place possible...a crime scene.

Yes, a crime scene. Sherlock would never get distracted by mere commotion during an investigation so you can imagine the surprise on his face when he raised his stare to look at you more than twice. You had happened to be one of the bystanders at the scene. After that...everything is history.

“Y/n?” He made a 360° turn when he didn't spot you in the apartment.

“I am right here.” You appeared from behind a pile of boxes to approach your husband.

“Oh don't be sad...I promise you we'll make many memories here.” Sherlock cupped your face.

“Sad?” You asked dumbfounded. If you didn't know how smart, attending and good at noticing things, your boyfriend was you would have been shocked that he noticed the change in your attitude.

“You're bringing your hands to your stomach...you only do that when you're sad.” He guided you to the couch and kneeled in front of you. “I know this...this is a huge step for you. But you said it yourself, it is a necessary one. You've been living with your parents up until now and I know you miss having them around darling but they don't live that far away. A new chapter is about to begin in your life, don't you think you need new settings and characters?”

The only thing you could do is nod and smoothly take the handkerchief from inside his coat to wipe the tears that were by now streaming down your face.

“Oh darling.” He helped you stand up and hugged you. “My dear, I'm here and you know that.” He started stroking your hair while slow dancing between the boxes with you. “I know it was sudden my love but we'll be fine. We'll make this work and everything will be okay.”

You didn't know how on earth an angel like Sherlock was sent to you (and what you didn't know is that Sherlock thought the same thing about you as well) but you couldn't be more grateful to have someone supporting you in some of your biggest steps in life.

#writing #anime and manga #moriarty the patriot #sherlock holmes #sherlock holmes moriarty the patriot #sherlock holmes x reader #william james moriarty #anime #moriarty the patriot x reader #moriarty the patriot ff

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icecreamdreams · 1 year

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i wrote

a little snippet about Edith and Sherlock from the Enola Holmes movie because I thought they were cute so here goes nothing...

It was Enola’s fault. She was the reason Edith ever met Sherlock in the first place. Edith had a habit of staying away from people who invited trouble into her life and what was Sherlock if not trouble in a suit?

Of course she’d heard of the illustrious and enigmatic detective before; who in London hadn’t? But that didn’t mean she had any intention of knowing him personally. Even, and especially, because she was friends with his mother.

So she met trouble on a Tuesday while at the library with Enola. It was quite a coincidence, really. Edith and Enola were much too enthralled in the search for a copy of A Manual of Bandaging to pay much attention to people in the aisle, much less notice Enola walk right into a gentleman’s backside-

“Enola?” The man turned around at the intrusion, blinking between the two of them. The gaze he settled on the younger woman demanded answers. Edith was glad he did not seem to want answers out of her. She was not typically inclined to answer to the whims of strange men.

#enola holmes #enola holmes ff #edith x sherlock #sherlock x edith #my writing - shy writing

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alphacentaurirunaway · 2 years

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I guess chapter six of the Bakery/Tattoo Shop is coming soon.

P.S. The fluffy thing is a very much alive cat

P.P.S. I really should be working

#sherlock holmes #sherlock #writing #ff #fanfic #fanfiction #fic rec #ofmd #our flag means death

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ao3feed-irenelock · 9 months

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Follow Friday: Follow ao3feed-adlock for various Sherlock Holmes/Irene Adler tagged fanworks from around the web.

#ff #follow friday #followfriday #adlock #sherlock holmes #irenelock #irene adler #sherene

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loichte · 7 months

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Modern Sherliam met through tinder

#william james moriarty #sherlock holmes #moriarty the patriot #yuukoku no moriarty #writing #ff #it's a prompt #john is the best wingman

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themoriartyholmes · 1 year

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'Haven't I Given Enough?' — Yet They Have; A Rant on Merlin of Ealdor and Sherlock Holmes.

Warning: Spoilers ahead!

Currently listening to Gilded Lily by Cults and whenever the lines 'Haven't I given enough? Haven't I given enough?' were repeated, I kept thinking of Sherlock and Merlin.

Sherlock and Merlin; the two of them have given nearly everything they had for the ones they've loved and cherished yet they've suffered so damn much in silence for those sacrifices.

The two of them were also, in my opinion, considered anti-heroes. They meant well (each one of them truly did and tried their very best in remedying their personalised trauma and achieving their own set of goals; whether that be through legal, illegal means or both.)

For example, Merlin.

Merlin had lost so much in his life for Arthur's sake as well as the golden age of Albion with nearly no help and what did he get in the end?

He had to wait for Arthur's awakening all by himself for centuries — uncertain whether Arthur would wake up or not.

He had to live through his friends' deaths, the fall of Camelot, the various evolution of societies and raging wars whilst waiting for Arthur.

Before that, he had to face all sorts of obstacles all by his lonesome self, rarely with anyone to tell of it, to get advice or Hell, even a few hugs and words of encouragement.

Sure, he had Gauis and Kilgharrah but Merlin didn't have anyone his age to talk of it all. They all died one by one and mostly he had to bury them alone. He didn't have a place to freely practice his magic without the fear of judgement or death dangling on his neck. Not to mention, certain times, the two people he could count on either didn't help that much or gave unwisely advice that eventually tore Merlin apart — situation wise, physical wise or even emotional wise.

He had done and given everything he could for Arthur's sake and happiness even though his own was always put behind. He had killed, defied his own kind even though at certain times, he didn't want to or he knew they had the absolute right to be enraged.

Still, he kept pretending to be a fool, doing the dirty work in the shadows without getting any recognition — he didn't want any.

Merlin had been through various dangerous situations and some had even nearly died in them yet he still protected Arthur with all his might and magic.

Why?

Love.

Because he loved Arthur so much — whichever way people could see it (platonically, romantically or somewhere in between) but no one could deny that the love was there.

As for Sherlock ...

Sherlock had literally lost two years of his life, years of his hard work invalidated by being called a fraud as he was tearing down an infamous criminal network all by himself without telling the people he had done it for. When he wanted to explain himself, he was thrown with the whole conundrum of emotions; which he had specified earlier on that it wasn't his forte.

He could sympathize, could even feel protective over the ones he held near and dear but he didn't show it a lot. Most times, he kept his guard up, letting everyone around him perceive him as emotionless and heartless as they could whilst worrying himself to the ground silently when things didn't go his way.

Or when it all came out wrong and he lost people that meant so much to him.

He was so damn lost after returning, rarely counting on anyone and just tried his best to patch himself up all alone despite spiralling down regardless.

All the while, of course, Mary, Magnussen and eventually Eurus happened.

Again, another question would be why would he do such things for people when he had claimed himself as a high functioning sociopath?

Because he isn't one. It's a mere facade. Not to mention, he loved John, Molly, Greg, Mrs. Hudson and Mycroft (even if they seem like enemies - that's not true) dearly.

In conclusion, the two of them had given more than enough for their loved ones. The saddest thing however is that no one told them that by each sacrifice, a part of themselves would be lost. The more they sacrificed for the people they cared for, the more they lost themselves until what was left was a tired shell of themselves.

That and the fact that both of them seemed to believe the people around them wouldn't give a damn if something were to happen to them, as if their lives were worth little next to nothing is just ... Dear Lord.

They both need a ton of hugs and love — seriously. (Oh, and definitely therapy too.)

#sherlock holmes #merlin #bbc merlin #bbc sherlock #someone please give these two a lot of hugs (unless they don't want them then maybe words of encouragement would be good too!)#just ffs they need love and lots of them #sherlock and merlin are precious okay?#okayyy maybe one is rude and constantly annoyed with people's stupidity kinda consultant detective and one is a sarcastic witty warlock #still my point stands #they deserve to be fully loved and accepted as who they wholly are #also this is kinda a rant? or vent? I don't know lol

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baggedbloodandmilk · 1 year

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A friend of mine told me to write a small oneshot just to post here so people can see my writing capabilities

Honestly, it’s not a bad idea and I might just do it

But that depends on my willingness to do so

Either way it’ll be a small oneshot with the pairing:

William James Moriarty x Reader

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rey-jake-therapist · 2 months

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Sherlock fic: The One That Got Away: chapter 3

Chapter 3: "Splitting Hairs" of my Sherlock fic The One That Got Away is up!

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Summary:

While Sherlock's investigation on the suicide case progresses and he acquires the conviction that it may have been assisted, John and Molly spend a lovely afternoon together at the park with Rosie. Too bad they're interrupted by a call from Greg Lestrade, who just made a very unsettling discovery in a hotel room booked by Ema Nymton, the mysterious woman who burglarized Harold Boltroy's house shortly before he died. Mrs Hudson offers John to rent the 221C Baker Street, so he and Rosie can live closer to Sherlock.

Excerpt, inspired by the February prompt 'FEAR' proposed by @sherlockchallenge :

Hearing only silence from his partner, Sherlock repeated John's name, only to be met with an echoing void—John's absence, a persistent reminder. For a time, Sherlock had tried living with Billy Wiggins, a promising young man he had found on the streets, but Billy had disappeared one day and never returned. Sherlock blamed himself for scaring him away, though he knew it was for the best considering that Billy’s interests were limited to drug taking; he had hoped to teach Billy everything he knew and turn him into a good detective, but it hadn't worked out. Now, Sherlock lived alone, and sometimes loneliness crept inside him like a cold wind. It left him feeling helpless against the voices inside his head that whispered for him to end it all. But every time those voices came, he stood up straight and refused to listen.

Someday, death would come for him, whether he wanted it or not. Like the man from Samarra, he had run away from it many times before. One day, however, it would catch up with him. There were people waiting for him behind Death's curtain, eagerly awaiting his explanation for why they suffered and died because of him. Despite knowing this, Sherlock was not afraid to die. He knew his career path would lead him to an early grave, but he didn't fear it.

The only thing that scared him was the thought that maybe the people who believed in an afterlife were right, and the ones who suffered and died because of him were really waiting for him behind Death's curtain, eager to hear his explanation for what happened to them. As Sherlock put on his coat in the lobby downstairs, a sad-looking face appeared before him, staring at him intently. Dazed for a moment, he closed his eyes and shook his head to send the vision back away to the darkest corners of his memory, where it belonged.

Just as he was going to call a cab, determined to visit the late Harold Boltroy's assistant alone, Sherlock's phone rang in his pocket. A light of joy flashed in his eyes as he saw the caller's name on the screen; it was Greg Lestrade, at last!

“Sherlock? I’ve got some news. Is John with you?”

Ships: Sherlock x OFC, John x Molly, Mycroft x OMC

TW for this chapter: brief thoughts of suicide are mentioned.

CW for this chapter: mentions of platonic Adlock and Sherlolly.

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