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Games

He is nervous but calculating. Every move is crucial. He knows it.

One wrong decision and he's dead. His opponent was merciless. There will be no parlay no second chances. It's do or die.

"Time's running out, Sherlock."

He doesn't sweat but his forehead is folded with the effort of thought.

So many things could go against him, and he'd already lost so much…

Then it strikes him. A strategy so risky, it just might work.

He surveys the board once more before moving his Queen.

Then he looks up, daring, into the eyes of his enemy.

"Your move, Mycroft."


A/N: Midterms are horrible :( they make me way too busy.

I didn't know where this one was headed, but I like how it turned out :)) R&R!

~panini