#thequartermasterholmes

Once upon a time, Mycroft had been there for Sherlock.

He could remember being lifted onto Mycroft’s shoulder and watching fireworks explode in the sky, being awed over them and breathlessly explaining just what caused them to be so brilliant. But, then Mycfort went off to school and Q was born.

And Sherlock? He turned  just a little bitter.

Yet, he was the one who stayed with Q, cradled him as a baby and hoisted Q on his hip as a toddler, tucked Q against his chest when a nightmare woke Q up, leading Q into his bed. Sherlock didn’t mind, in fact, he found that he was rather good at being a big brother.

He was just good with children in general. Maybe it was because he had been so good with his own baby brother...

Shifting the child again, he ran his eyes over Q, noting the way Q rubbed his head. “And throwing toys too,” He chided with a soft click of his tongue, beginning the trek back up the stairs. “That means no story for you. We don’t throw toys.”

The child sulked, leaning back in Sherlock’s arms, trusting Sherlock to not let him fall. “Wont work,” Sherlock added, ignoring the pout upon the child’s face. “You were naughty and thus, you get punished.”

How else would a child learn?

Gazelle had heard of his guy from some of her contacts. The only name she new him as was the codename they had told her: Q. 

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The room is in chaos. Half a dozen officers are half-shouting into phones,  desperate and urgent.  Another half dozen are tense and unsure, waiting for orders from their D.I., from any- one. 

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@thequartermasterholmes Is trapped in the closet

{🌼} This wasn’t exactly the most comfortable situation. If she could move, she’d push past him and press her palms against the doors, bang against them, maybe even try to get someone’s attention. But the closet was SMALL. Molly was by no reason CLAUSTROPHOBIC, but even she recognised how small it was. She was also very aware of how his elbow seemed be almost resting on her shoulder, even with her back to the wall. How exactly they got here was a long and complicated story. Molly sighed. “We’ll just have to wait until morning. Someone will have to come get us.”

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It was a split second, but sometimes that’s all it takes, a split second before life or death is decided. Not that it was ever going to be hard for Mallory to make that decision. The moment Denbigh pulled out that second gun, Mallory already knew what he would do. And before the gun even had a chance to be pointed at the Quartermaster in the other room, Mallory had stepped in the way.

They both shot at the same time, or maybe one of them shot before the other, that Mallory doesn’t know. But when he feel himself falling, he does recognize that Denbigh is falling too.

It seems to be a while that he stares up at the ceiling, his body numb, before Q’s young face, filled with fear and panic, shows up in his field of vision. He lets go of a breath that he didn’t even know he was holding. Q is alright, Q is safe, that makes everything okay.