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AN: Drabble, set near the end of TBA. As far as drabbles go, the LRK fandom is lacking at best.
A Laboratory In Scarlet.
What happened next didn't seem to have anything to do with anything that might have preceded it.
The pink and black streaked sky faded to a dark deep blue, vivid with the afterimages of those brighter colours. The air was like cold night-time grass. There was a thought that he could be dancing with her, probably slowly, on that ghostly grass under the bright hard diamonds hanging in the sky. If it wasn't such a still and wild night they might have laughed at an idea like that.
Dawn would be very far away. He would think darling, and strange as she would usually have found that she would know immediately that he'd thought it and know too that it was perfectly right and sensible that he should do so.
Knowing there must have been a shot, Russell suspects that she has died.