Shut Up You're Lowering The IQ Of The Whole Planet

After the fall, I was tired. It takes a lot to successfully pull off the illusion of your own death before the eyes of the world’s only consulting detective. A mind of genius in and of itself, along with the almost unbelievable amount of deductive reasoning… On St. Bart’s that day, I had to be believable. It’d taken weeks of planning. But I had at last gotten it done. After I died that day on that roof, I was able to start a new. 

Even throughout my endeavors… If we’re speaking personally, the most difficult part was not being able to contact Sebastian. We’d spent so much time together, that in all honesty, when I was finally able to step away, I then realized how much I missed him. 

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All the precious memories I’d once had of him were stronger than ever. Pulsing through my mind as naturally as blood through my veins. I had chalked it up to mere anxiety at first. The pressure of not being able to have my bodyguard and confidant near me at all times. And such is to be expected after so many years of work at one another’s side. But no, it was more than that. More than I ever had, would like to, or will ever admit. 

 Clearly, my resources were limited exponentially. Unable to access any of my money, or estates, I had nowhere to live. While I was “dead” I spent a multitude of my time moving from city to city. Eating out of take out Chinese food containers, and bottled waters. Not the most luxurious of lives, I’m sure you can only imagine how much I’d hated it. The hardest part was how I’d had to make my money while I was away. Serving right hand to underlings, and nobody’s under some made up name. Doing odd jobs here and there, collecting my money and disappearing.  

 Unable to contact Sebastian left me in a harder position. I knew what I needed to do, but I couldn’t do it. Undeniably, The Ice Man had put a tail on Sebastian, which made contact not only impossible, but high risk. Leaving me exhausted, and frustrated. 

I didn’t want my cover blown yet. I couldn’t have it blown yet. Not until Sherlock blew his first.

Oh don’t tell me you thought I didn’t know.

Of course he found a way to weasel out of all of it. He’s Sherlock Holmes, for gods sake. I didn’t pick him as a toy because he’d be an easy target, now did I?

Back to the subject at hand, when Sherlock was planning so was I. Allbeit, both of our plans landed us both in less than luxurious areas, with less than accommodating company, but so is life. But just as I thought Holmes would do, he targeted my web. Spending years in some attempt to tear it down. Naturally, I intended for this to happen, so I kept all contact information for those who may’ve proved useful at a later date, but other than that, they were cut.

  Unlike Sherlock, I had no confidant. No one to cover for me.  No one to lean on for support. I was alone in all of the entirety of the word. Leaving me in shambles. Until the day finally came that I’d heard Sherlock Holmes had re-appeared. Opening himself back to the public eye of London. 

This was when I’d made my decision… I must act while everyone’s heads, were turned. 

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The day I was supposed to meet Sebastian again, for the first time in 3 years… I was a nervous wreck. I spent at least 3 hours of the morning, in bed. Nauseous with worry that he’d have forgotten me, or been hired by another.

He had no idea he was meeting me, of course. I’d returned to London under a false name, and, after weeks, managed to track him down. He, for some reason, would go to the cemetery at least once a week. I didn’t understand why, but I thought that perhaps, it was best I meet him there. 

I got up, showered, and dressed, throwing on a suit. Made my way out towards the city. My disguise wasn’t a great one, but it was something. Hopping into my rented car, I headed towards the graveyard. I left early. Around 5 am, the sun was barely up yet. And for a while, I just- sat. Waiting in the car, staring at the graveyard.

I couldn’t understand why he’d visit it on such a daily basis. I’d come to the conclusion that perhaps he’d lost an old friend from the war, or something along those lines… But even when Sebastian spoke of the war, he never spoken of, or mentioned anyone who was worth that much effort. When I looked at the clock again, it was only 5:15 a.m. Time seemed to be moving so slowly… it was almost torturous. It was then, I decided it was time to leave the car. Investigate, maybe take a closer look at the damned tombstone Tiger Jack seemed to spend so much time staring at. 

I made my way towards the graveyard, quickly, and quietly. The city was still asleep, some waking up; but one thing was for sure. The graveyard was practically empty. Walking through the gates, it took me about 3 minutes before I could find the usual tombstone that Sebastian practically planted himself next to for hours on end, guzzling down scotch like a fish with water. 

 Imagine my surprise when I saw it was my name on that gravestone… He must have paid for a burial, even though my body was technically never recovered..

My outlook on Sebastian then changed. 

I used to laugh, and joke about the spider. About how I’d break all my toys, and throw fits when I was bored. That I had no one important, or that mattered to me. I must have stood in front of that tombstone for hours, scolding myself for my stupidity. My foolishness. The harsh words, the foul language. The insults. I mistreated Sebastian, quite horribly, I’m afraid. Odds are, even after we’re reunited, I will still be mistreating him. That’s just the way I am. 

 I must have been standing there for quite some time, because the next thing I knew, I heard footsteps on the gravel trail of the graveyard, crunching. It brings me back to reality enough for me to realize the sun was all the way up now. Birds chirping, the sky blue. There I was, standing in front of my own tombstone, giving myself the business for daring to “die” at all. 

  I look to my left, and suddenly, everything seemed okay..

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