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Solitaire She had never dreamed of hoping the game would go on for so long, but he was a partner...
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She had never dreamed of hoping the game would go on for so long, but he was a partner like no other.
There were days when she forgot she wasn't really Molly Hooper, and she earnestly cheered him on as he solved the gruesome crimes that found their way to her morgue. Watching him simmer with the energy of the mysteries she provided was enough for a long time. She worried sometimes his fire would burn out too quickly. He didn't eat enough. When the loneliness he didn't even know he felt threatened to reduce his efficiency, she made certain he found the ideal flatmate. It took only a few phone calls to make sure her coworker Stamford was in the right place at the right time. Their first meeting went even better than she had planned.
She grew restless over time, and one night during a long soak in the tub, conceived of the fun that could be had with Semtex vests and her favorite snipers. She had seen up close how quickly Sherlock worked, smiling over mutilated corpses while he dazzled Molly with his deductions. (He thought she was dazzled anyway. Occasionally, he really did amaze her, and her body hummed with warmth for hours afterward. Her post-mortems were finished flawlessly in record time on those days.)
She had hoped that after the game with the cabbie that Sherlock might see through the masquerade with Jim, but she was disappointed. Another test failed. It was so easy to make dying men jump, or pull a trigger. "Thank you," Jim had said to her, holding back tears. He was a smart man in his own way, a good employee before the tumors took hold. He enjoyed the starring role in the endgame, and Molly was a woman of her word. Jimmy's mother would be taken care of until her dying day.
Having Jim leave her phone number in the lab that day was another calculated risk, but one to assess Sherlock's arrogance. She had begun to feel that her hopes were in vain and that a swift termination might be in the near future. She wouldn't be the first woman to idealize the wrong man, she thought ruefully as she considered how she would eliminate him.
Oh, but the Van Buren supernova deduction in the forged painting? That was splendid. She almost purred to think of it. Faith restored, time and time again, even with the temptation of Irene Adler. The Woman lived, but Molly was content with that. She had no desire to hunt her down and turn her into footwear. Jim's comical threats made her laugh, but were hardly good business sense. Besides, the Woman might be a valuable piece again in the future to manipulate Sherlock. It would be foolish to remove her out of petty jealousy.
And it would be jealousy. Molly had no illusions about the feelings that had ripped through her when she saw Irene's mouth hovering over Sherlock's, and his fingertips grazing over her pulse.
Molly remembered the cool brush of his lips over her cheek, the polite kiss of regret after he'd deduced her intentions. In a moment of sentimentality, she'd bought him a small antique surgical knife rumored to belong to H.H. Holmes (illegally obtained, but Molly would feign ignorance). She'd had to look away while he smugly rambled on about her having love on her mind, because her first instinct had been to grab the gift back from him, unwrap the knife, and ram it into his gut.
But she held her temper, and the game rolled on. Her surveillance cameras kept her apprised of his actions from afar. Jim played his part beautifully, though she thought the dancing while committing robbery was a tad over the top. Molly laid the trail, set out the breadcrumbs, and made sure the scent of suspicion caught the attention of NSY. The game reached a fevered pitch, and she found Sherlock waiting for her in the dark, with a word.
"You."
In the beginning, he was only dimly aware of her presence in the periphery of his second home, Barts. She was an aide, an ear, a pair of hands to hoist the body, and he never questioned why she would break every rule for him, or let him bring home any body part he wanted. She encouraged him, and after three years, he was ready.
Jim was waiting for him on the roof.
She would be waiting for him after that, and together finally, they would go on from there.
naturalshocks: White coloured pencil and grey pastel pencil on...
White coloured pencil and grey pastel pencil on A4 black paper.
deducecanoe: strawberrypatty: From Hell I watched the...
From Hell
I watched the MysteryQuest episode on Jack the Ripper and the forensic handwriting expert hypothesized that the person who wrote the "From Hell" letter (The purported Jack the Ripper letter that came with part of a kidney) was written by someone of Irish extraction due to the peculiar spelling. That put thoughts in my head. And hey, it's not like Sherlock Holmes and Jack the Ripper don't go together like peanut butter and jam. And it gave me an excuse to draw Jim.
This was done in ink. The canvas texture (and the From Hell title, which came from the actual letter) were added in Photoshop.
I like arts. I thik this would be an awesomely noir/gothic sort of style for a comic book.
sunnyedge: 3.9 - Family of Blood
3.9 - Family of Blood
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frightfullytreeish: spock out wit yo cock out
spock out wit yo cock out
Random Headcanon
Anthea's real name is Godiva Norton.
For reasons.
Serious question: does the Sherlock 30 Day Challenge exist just so that people can tag their hate of...
Serious question: does the Sherlock 30 Day Challenge exist just so that people can tag their hate of Sally Donovan on Least Favorite character day?
littleasp: Shamelessly staring.
Shamelessly staring.
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adi-who-is-also-mou: Part two of the Mirror verse series is now up!Rating: M On Fanfiction and...
Part two of the Mirror verse series is now up!
Rating: MOn Fanfiction and AO3.
bassanimation: jermmgirl: half traditional and half digital...
half traditional and half digital :D
Anger Management
Every single time Sally whatsherface calls Sherlock Freak, I cringe and repress the growing need to hit something.
You know her last name because you tagged this post with “Sally Donovan.”
Just sayin.
cumberbell: Benedict Cumberbatch as Joseph Hooker in Creation...
Benedict Cumberbatch as Joseph Hooker in Creation (2009)
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Greek Mythology Dreamcast: Louise Brealey as Hestia. inspired...
Greek Mythology Dreamcast: Louise Brealey as Hestia.
inspired by rescuepotts' wonderful series
Hestia (Ἑστια, Vesta, Hearth)
Hestia is the virgin goddess of the hearth and the home. She presided over the cooking of bread and the preparation of the family meal. As it was tradition in most parts of Greece to burn their sacrifices, Hestia received a share of every sacrifice to the gods since she was also the goddess of the sacrificial flame. She is depicted to have a very meek and modest personality, often seen veiled and holding either a flowered branch or a kettle in Athenian vase paintings. Although she was the first born child of Kronos and Rhea, she was the last one to be disgorged, making her both the eldest and the youngest of the siblings.
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ifuckedmadsmikkelsen: No jacket appreciation. #nsfw
No jacket appreciation.
can we not start or participate in stuff like this? shipping...
can we not start or participate in stuff like this? shipping wars suck.
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