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A/N: If ever you saw flame and ice face to face, it was those two women.
Kitty Winter:
In her heart an ice splinter.
Though her rage is aflame,
She can’t melt away the shame.
Kitty Winter:
In her heart an ice splinter.
Though her rage is aflame,
She can’t melt away the shame.
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To John
To John,
I was a bad influence on you. I always was. You would have taken the blame if we were ever caught; so I did it for you.
I can't even try to think about how much pain you went through these past years without me. But you're much better off. I would have been the death of you; and I wouldn't have been able to hold that weight.
I've been keeping an eye on you every now and then, see how you're holding up.
Thank you for letting me go. I know you'll have a wonderful life without the worry of me. I was never worthy. I will never be worthy.
I will not explain how I did it, in fear you will be targeted, but I will say that you were the
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SH - Echoes of Evensong
For a very long time John Watson had feared sleep.
So often he would wake in a cold sweat with the echoes of nightmares screaming in his ears, or lurch awake in a panic as his body confused simple rest with returning to the coma from which he had barely escaped.
He took to drinking lots of coffee, forcing himself to remain awake for as long as possible until he balanced on the brink of exhaustion before crashing over into unconsciousness. It was not as restful as sleep but it kept him sane and it kept the nightmares away.
It took several months after he had moved into 221B Baker Street to change that.
Three o'clock in the morning and he w
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BBC SH - Reunion - Mycroft
The Diogenes Club was old. The dark wood panelling and the high ceilings marking it out as a relic of a bygone era.
Rather like many of its inhabitants.
And like every old thing, it was a bit battered around the edges.
Normally, Mycroft Holmes saw the grandeur and the glory of the building's past.
But today, in the gloom of January with the rain pattering with insistent consistency against the window, Mycroft found it hard to ignore the flaking paint and chipped wood surrounding him.
But then again, the entire world seemed a little bit tarnished now.
He sat in the window seat, a glass of brandy cradled in his lax fingers, gazing numbly
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A Sherlock Holmes clerihew. I'm attempting to write a clerihew for each of the canon stories: selecting one character from each story.
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