AN: Contains minor spoilers for 'Empty House'.
Written: 10-20-12
Intent
I nearly choked on the sentence, my intended words strangling to a disbelieving halt before replacing them with other words, informing him I feared for my own safety and then thoughtlessly adding my confidence in Mycroft. He didn't question, though I could see the muted pain in his eyes before it was veiled in the enthusiasm of another question. Moments before my friend had lain prone on the floor, and my guilt was not assuaged by his apparent hunger for details.
I continued speaking, ruthlessly flattening my traitorous thoughts.
I feared you would be endangered by knowledge of my whereabouts.