Event Horizon
Summary: They had reached the point of no return. How fitting is it that they are in a frigid and desolate beach being hounded by the East Wind.
Rating: T
Pairings: Sherlock Holmes x Molly Hooper
Status: 1/?
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CHAPTER 1: POINT-BLANK
She could feel him even before she heard his footsteps. The howling of the wind is deafening and the beating of her heart is even more piercing. But somehow, she still knows he's there even before the sound of his Oxfords crunching against the pebbles, reached her ears. After his - there's no other way to say it - death, she had developed this "spidery-sense' reserved just for him. What does it say about her fate when the one special ability she had apparently obtained is this power to sense the presence of a walking porcupine?
F*cking Moriarty.
It's all that damned bastard's fault. Actually, it's still his fault. His and a woman called Eurus. Well, maybe not just any other woman. The woman?
Again.
She still has no idea what had happened or what is probably still happening, but Mr. Holmes - Mycroft's eyes was a looking glass and it's so damn familiar.
"He tried. We tried. As best as we can. As he can."
She had only seen something similar once. The look of a man standing as strong as possible despite all the cracks, is something that can never be forgotten no matter how painful and haunting it is to look at.
"You..."
Why are Holmes men so prone to bearing that look?
"You are a remarkable woman, Ms. Hooper - Molly. I know I am in no position to ask this of you, but please..."
Why do they always look so sad?
"Please be gentle with him."
Such a tall plea, Mycroft.
When had she ever not been gentle with him? All those late night overtimes? All those unwarranted outbursts over failed samples? All those frankly disrespectful coffee orders? All those emotional manipulations? When had she not been gentle with him?
Twice. Just twice.
Two times and she damn sure deserves them. When the man you love is wasting himself away because of addiction, you have every right to slap his stupid face. And when the same man asks you to say those words for who knows what, you have every right to make him realize how heartbreaking it is to say them out loud.
Especially, when you mean them.
"Be gentle with him, Molly. It's his curse."
