Title: "Residual risk"
Genre: Drama / One-Shot
Pov: S.H.
Music: Opening Titles
Disclaimer: I own nothing and nobody, everything is borrowed!
(Only the lower part of the lyric is mine!)
Authors Note: Actually, this should be a two-shot, but I did not make it. -_-,
Maybe a tbc to "hold my hand" and I had not seen complete series 2 as I´ve written this, so everything is OOC and pure fiction!
PS: complaints go direct to the Easter Bunny ... xD
Who can not stand his enemies,
is not worthy his friends.
(Schefer)
And here I was, on the edge of this roof, looking at the orange-striped awning under me. For a moment I let my mind wander ... through to the last days.
I had my enemies never felt as a burden, at least not in the conventional sense. They made my life difficult, but because of that I had a job, a profession, a vocation. Without that, I would probably die of boredom or still attached to the needle. And so I bore it with stoic composure and was secretly happy, if I catch another one. And Moriarty himself was a source of eternal joy. Where the man took his ideas forth almost bordered on genius. But only almost, because crime could never be great. To catch him it would be, perhaps, or maybe just a relief for the rest of London.
And now? Now spread the blood of the man just slowly across the floor. Had I not been so damn self-absorbed and selfish, I could see it might come sooner. But now remained only Plan B. Mycroft helped me this time, amazingly, without hesitation and the hearse was ready, the residual risk was factored studiously.
The worst was yet to come...
I would have to lie to John.
Not that it would have been something new, but I could not initiate him, he had to believe that my whole life´s just a crumbling facade, all of which he believed, was an illusion. And with all that I did not even know whether we would ever see again ... self-help with Mycroft, I would not be off Moriarty's people in a day.
But ... nothing ventured ...
And with a resolute gesture I chose John's number, knowing that I would hear his voice today, perhaps for the last time.
Thousand fathoms deep opens the Hellmouth at my feet.
Silent Fear affects my mood.
What if I fall for ever, if no end is coming?
Will I end up like Prometheus?
An everlasting punishment for my sins?
And without a backward glance, I take the last step.
(J.D)