Spoilers: WARNING, MAJOR SPOILERS for the Season One, two-part finale, "The Woman/Heroine," 1.23/1.24.
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A/N: I loved the season finale of Elementary, especially those last scenes, and I couldn't resist writing something for it. :)
As always, I thank my Lord Jesus Christ for his incredible mercy and grace, and his many blessings.
I hope you enjoy this, and please let me know what you think!
Bastion
Sherlock Holmes is well aware that he has an impressive ego.
It is the curse of the intellectual…an inevitable consequence of excellence. Excellence breeds confidence, self-assurance, and arrogance. And yes, Sherlock possesses all three. Generally, he feels entitled to them. He has earned them, has demonstrated over and over again that in the field of deduction, he is second to none.
Until Irene…until Moriarty.
But it is oddly freeing, in a way - to know that Irene's blood is no longer on his hands…that it had never been on his hands to begin with, because Irene was a construct, a mirage, a honey pot. One he had blindly and eagerly partaken of.
If circumstances were different, perhaps he would rail against the idea that his plunge into addiction and self-loathing had been pointless…that his guilt had been empty, imagined. But, in a strange way, Moriarty's scheme had led him to Watson.
And that…that he cannot bring himself to regret, because, yet again, just as he had been tottering on the brink, Watson had done what she had made a particular habit of doing…she had caught him.
She had let him lean on her, until he found his footing once again.
He has yet to find a way to properly thank her, and in truth, he is not sure his debt to her can ever be fully repaid.
But, as she'd watched her diminutive namesake emerge from the hive, her smile had been radiant, so it was, perhaps, a beginning.
Fin
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Ani-maniac494 :)