(For Lady-Karasu, who’s being so patient with that other story meant for her birthday, and who squeed with me over the ideas we both had when we saw this pic.)
Just Like Old Times
It had been months since the death of Sherlock Holmes, his memory thoroughly trashed, reputation in ruins, and yet everyone he’d cared about was alive and well to suffer for having known him.
Exactly according to plan. What hadn’t been according to plan was the other death on that rooftop. The one that Sebastian Moran actually gave a fuck about. That hadn’t been in the plan, nor the back-up plan, and certainly not the last-ditch emergency plan. Jim wasn’t supposed to sodding die, he was meant come down and join Sebastian in celebrating a victory. The plan absolutely did not include Seb watching Jim’s limp body being carried off the roof in a body bag by hospital staff.
Oooh, I like this. (Like that’s a surprise?) I do love it when your muse takes over (clearly the bribes muse treats are working ^_^) Thank you, dear~ ❤
Lady Karasu 