Title: Subversive
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters; they belong to Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. And I certainly didn't come up with the brilliant idea of doing a modern adaption of the Sherlock Holmes series, Mr. Moffat and Mr. Gatiss did. I just came up with the idea for this fic. Also Mary Russell created by Laurie R. King, not my character either.
Mycroft Holmes entered the cell.
Sitting on the ground was a young girl, barely fifteen. She didn't speak to him, looking at the ground.
'Ms. Russell, what am I going to do with you' he said with a sigh. She looked up at him and just glared at him for a moment before breaking down crying.
Knowing that the game was up, she was wanted by both the law and the criminal community. She wanted to get out of that life she had built up around her. Regaining her composure, she looked up at him.
'I want a new life, Mr. Holmes' she told him.
This girl was quite remarkable; she had an intelligence and sentiment that would match his twenty-three year old brother Sherlock. In a sense, they were equals.
It was strange, but when he looked at her he saw Sherlock. As flawed and all as Sherlock was at the moment, what with his penchant for drug use and his insistence on solving any mysteries that had occurred on his college campus and the constant sniping between them, he was still a good man underneath it all.
For the first, and perhaps the only time in his life, he took pity on a complete stranger.