Say You're Sorry
"You're going to love being dead, Sherlock."
"No one ever bothers you."
Eyes, that's all he saw in his mind palace. Images of Moriarty and Mycroft floated through his mind as the bullet sheared through his flesh, but it was a pair of brown eyes that held his attention. Brown eyes filled with pain, and anger, as her hand rose and whacked him across his cheek.
"How dare you..."
"How dare you throw away the beautiful gifts you were born with..."
He reached out for her, trying to grasp the flying hand as it slapped him again, and again; trying to stare into the eyes that refused to soften and comfort him; trying... trying...
"How dare you betray the love of your friends."
He takes a stumbling step forwards before the hand pushes him back. The big brown eyes shift and change, turning into another pair of eyes: eyes which looked at him with love and longing, but he didn't want them. He wanted the others back. He wanted hers back. Only hers. Always hers.
Sherlock- NurseWarning- contains post reichenbach spoilers.
Molly Hooper was having a bad day.
It was her day off, or, at least, was supposed to be. And yet she was here. Truthfully, she hadn't left Bart's in nearly two days, save for a quick pop home for a wash before she received an urgent call to return. Then she came back to find her favorite sociopath bleeding in the mortuary, appearing dead. She'd managed to stop the bleeding without bandaging him, thankfully. Bandages would come later, out of sight.
He looked bloody awful, or at the least, both bloody and awful. Doubtless a closed-casket funeral would be in order. Thank God. She didn't know how they'd pull of an open casket. She waited, but no-one came to see the body. The report said that he had been dead on arrival. And he had probably seemed it. Molly knew a bit about anesthetics, and the particular one she'd given to the man was actually from one of his earlier cases. A man had faked his death by the drug, and luckily she still had a bit t