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some meme shit. ([personal profile] unmemely) wrote in [community profile] bakerstreet2017-03-12 08:08 pm

angst meme.


Sometimes we all want to play some angst and see just how far our characters can and will fall.

- Post your characters, name and series in the subject along with any preferences.
- Go to random.org and roll.
- Play!

1. just depressed.
Things are tough, you're feeling worn out, or whatever the case, you're depressed. You need help or someone else thinks you do anyway.

2. abandoned.
You were left behind by everyone you hold dear and now you're forced to see how well they've adjusted, how happy they all are while you're screaming inside.

3. sick.
Cold, flu, or something even worse, all you can do is lay back and let someone take care of you.

4. fight.
You've been fighting nonstop with the other person and it just keep escalating.

5. break up.
You're being broken up with and they won't reconsider... Damn.

6. separated.
For some reason, you've been separated from the other person for a long time.

7. kidnapped.
You've been held captive for how long now? Maybe they've been torturing you even, using your blood to write ransom notes, threatening to cut off fingers to send next, etc. Rescue is on the way though, right?

8. beaten up.
Just because someone didn't like you or maybe they wanted something you had, whatever the case is, you're coming home sporting some nasty wounds and bruises.

9. jealousy.
You just have this undeniable jealousy suddenly and you need to let it out.

10. cheated on.
This goes beyond just suspicion and you have full on proof of what your lover has done. How do you handle it?

11. apathetic.
You're not sad, you're not happy, you just... don't feel much anymore. The sparkle of life has gone right out of you and you're just going through the motions now.

12. addicted.
Drugs, alcohol, whatever your drug of choice is, you can't fight the draw and you can't draw yourself out of the hole, but the other person is going to try.

13. bad romance.
You know this isn't good for either of you, but you can't stop now.

14. fear.
Nightmares, the feeling someone is following you, etc. You can't shake the feeling.

15. insanity.
You're seeing things and hearing them, waking up only to realize you've done things you don't remember or you're in a place you weren't before. You're losing it and you don't know what to do.

16. guilt.
It's eating you up inside and you have to tell someone about it now. You want to be punished and you won't take no for an answer.

17. loss
You've lost something dear to you.

18. wild card.
Combine some options or make your own!
theonewhocounted: (sad)

Molly Hooper | BBC Sherlock

[personal profile] theonewhocounted 2017-03-13 02:23 am (UTC)(link)
consulting_freak: (Neutron Activation Analysis)


[personal profile] consulting_freak 2017-03-14 04:18 am (UTC)(link)
It had been forty-eight hours since Molly Hooper had gone missing.

He'd been called in to investigate as soon as Lestrade knew about it. There were only a couple of clues left behind which told him the people who'd kidnapped her had been professionals.

Through the process of the investigation, he'd found and uncovered a human trafficking ring centred around London. A selfish part of him was relieved that the crime itself had nothing to do with him or Molly's association with him, but he was horrified by the implications. Some human trafficking rings were crueller than others and no one knew what to expect with this one.

It had been eight hours since they found Molly Hooper.

She'd been kept in a lorry with a half dozen other women and four teenage girls. They'd been bound, gagged, and blindfolded. All of them showed signs of various amounts of assault. Mostly abrasions, lacerations, and contusions from being beaten into submission. Two of the women had been sexually assaulted, but Molly hadn't been one of them and thankfully none of the teenagers had been either.

The prisoners were in various states of medical distress. Most of them suffered from dehydration - some more advanced than others - and none had been given any food since their kidnappings. One woman was in insulin shock and one of the teenagers had fainted from a panic attack.

It had been seven hours since the hospitalisation of Molly Hooper.

She'd been put on IV fluids and been given small amounts of liquid food for her first meal and then a sandwich for lunch when the apple sauce and oatmeal proved to stay down. The hospital provided a temporary counsellor for her and they'd doctored her wounds.

The police - against Lestrade's express disdain - chose to question all of the victims after their initial treatment while the events were still fresh in their minds.

It had been fifteen minutes since Sherlock had been texted by Lestrade that the police were finished for the day and that Molly could take visitors. He'd been at Baker Street at the time and had left to catch a cab right away. He'd got the room number in the text and could navigate the hospital quickly enough.

He knocked lightly before opening her door. "Molly? It's me," he announced before stepping in.
theonewhocounted: (Looking down)

[personal profile] theonewhocounted 2017-03-14 05:33 pm (UTC)(link)
When the knock came, Molly was curled up on her side facing the windows of her hospital room. Her body was bruised and battered and sore, but she refused anything stronger than paracetamol. She had seen too many bodies come through Bart's because of drug addictions that started with prescription pain killers. She could live with the pain. There were worse things - like the memories of the past three days. They hurt more than any contusion and she knew their impact on her would last much longer. It was all she could think about since she got to the hospital - the sounds of the other women and girls, the never-ending darkness, the smell, the knowledge that things were only going to get worse.

Some of the women probably didn't realize what was happening to them, but Molly knew. She knew if no one found them it would only be a matter of time before they were all sexually assaulted, all sent to a house for "seasoning" or smuggled into eastern Europe or Russia somewhere to be broken down and then sold off to the highest bidder or made to work in some brothel.

But, that didn't happen, she had to remind herself. She was alive, she hadn't been sexually assaulted. The other women and girls were safe. It could have been a lot worse. And according to Greg, it was because of Sherlock.

His broke her from her deep reverie and she turned her head and body slightly to look over her shoulder at him. A grimace passed her face as the bruises on her body complained about the movement. One of her eyes was black and blue and there was a cut and contusion on her head. There were bandages on both wrists where the bindings had cut into her as she struggled and bruises in the shape of hand prints on her neck.

"Hi," she said back to him, her voice rough and weak. She wasn't surprised he would be her first visitor (aside from Greg). She hadn't even called her mother yet. Somehow she would make it all about herself anyway and Molly didn't have the strength to deal with that right now. And she just wasn't ready to talk to her other friends, didn't feel up for their questions or their sympathetic looks.

Sherlock, though, was different. He already knew what happened. She wouldn't have to recount the whole ordeal. And he saved her life. The least she could do was let him check up on her.
consulting_freak: (Contact Wound)

[personal profile] consulting_freak 2017-03-15 12:29 am (UTC)(link)
"Hi," Sherlock replied, stepping into the room and closing the door behind him. He knew about her injuries because of the police report. He hadn't been there when the women were recovered. He would have been, but he wasn't allowed due to his civilian status and Mycroft was conveniently not taking calls at the time of the sting operation. NSY managed to get it done, though. And that was the important part.

He looked over what he could see of her and glanced briefly at the IV stand. It told him everything he needed to know about her current physical condition. Her mental condition was still to be assessed.

There was a wheeled chair in the corner of the room for the doctor consultation and any counselling sessions requested, so he moved it somewhat closer to the bed and had a seat. Despite his efforts at accepting his more human side, he still had trouble with this sort of thing. Comforting didn't come naturally to him because he didn't know how to process grief in a healthy way. But he couldn't live with himself if he didn't try.

He cleared his throat and twined his fingers together in his lap. "All of the men directly responsible for any of the kidnappings have been put into custody. There's been enough evidence collected to incarcerate each of them and I've made a formal request to the government," (read: Mycroft), "To remove the option of parole and plea bargaining in their individual trials. I'm currently assisting in the investigation to find who they were working with and how extensive their reach is. You can rest assured that we're going to bring down the whole operation."
theonewhocounted: (Sees you)

[personal profile] theonewhocounted 2017-03-15 03:02 am (UTC)(link)
Molly tried to give him a smile, but it didn't reach her eyes. She struggled to get herself into a sitting position but finally managed to do it with some help from the automatic hospital bed. Once she was situated, Molly listened to Sherlock tell her about the men who did this to her and how he was going to make sure they paid for their crimes.

She just nodded. She hadn't even really thought that much about her kidnappers in the last 8 hours. Mostly she didn't have time to think about them except in relation to trying to recall details of what they all looked and sounded like. She had sort of distanced herself from them, knowing at least some of them had been captured during the raid. For the most part she had just worried about the other women and girls. Some had been there far longer than her and were much worse off.

"Thank you," she said when he was finished.
consulting_freak: (ViCAP)

[personal profile] consulting_freak 2017-03-15 03:59 pm (UTC)(link)
"You're welcome," Sherlock said, wringing his hands a bit. He'd offered her the comfort of safety and karmic vengeance, which was the easy part. Finding a way to offer her comfort on a more personal level without upsetting her further was going to be far more challenging.

He thought about what he knew about Molly. She was stronger than she looked. She had an enduring moral character to the point where she'd bend the rules if it meant doing the right thing. And she cared deeply about others, sometimes to the point of caring about them before caring about herself. She had a nasty habit - that he'd taken advantage of in the past - of wanting to help at the expense of her time, health, or position.

That was a tack he could take.

"The others are doing well, all things considered. The two women with severe dehydration are perking up with the saline treatment. Doesn't look like anyone will be suffering any permanent physical harm," he explained. Each victim wasn't supposed to learn anything about the others, but Sherlock was privy to everything the police knew. "The parents of all the younger girls were contacted and I hear the reunions were touching."
theonewhocounted: (pensive)

[personal profile] theonewhocounted 2017-03-15 05:24 pm (UTC)(link)
"That...that's good," she said nodding, trying not to let her mind wander back to the lorry, but it was hard to avoid, fresh as it was in her memory.

"I was worried. I...tried to help them."

She'd managed to get her blindfold off but it was still so dark in there and her hands were bound so tight. Eventually she got her hands to the front of her body and removed her gag, but even then, there wasn't much she could do except try to bandage wounds as best she could and tell them that there would be people looking for her. That she worked for the police and that Sherlock Holmes was her friend. That was the hope she held on to - that he would find them.

Then she'd been caught by one of the men and ended up with hands around her neck and tied to the side of the truck where she couldn't do anything but pray she was right about Sherlock.
consulting_freak: (Thymine)

[personal profile] consulting_freak 2017-03-16 01:03 am (UTC)(link)
Sherlock glanced at her neck and wrists when she mentioned that, then he looked back at her face. He'd already inventoried all of her wounds, but he was still missing a few pieces. She'd just filled some of those pieces in.

"And that's why they punished you," he said a bit too sharply, failing to suppress some of the rising anger. Those evil excuses for men had laid their hands on one of the kindest, most compassionate people he'd ever known just because she was providing comfort to the other scared women with no regard to her own safety. They weren't there to face his wrath, but Molly was. And it wasn't fair to blame her selflessness for the way she'd been treated.

He took a deep breath and forced it out slowly. "Sorry. It's just that everyone was so worried, but you've had it worse than any of us."
theonewhocounted: (heartbroken)

[personal profile] theonewhocounted 2017-03-16 01:31 am (UTC)(link)
Molly flinched slightly at the sudden raising in the volume of his voice. Over the past 3 days, if it wasn't almost eerily quiet, then men were yelling at her about something or other. She knew though that Sherlock wasn't angry with her and his anger just showed how much he cared.

"It's alright," she said, her voice cracking a bit. It was the first time since she'd been found that her emotions started bubbling up. She had kept a brave face during all the police interviews. The more she was able to emotionally distance herself from the event, the easier it was for her to recount it accurately. But now Sherlock was here and even he was having trouble keeping his feelings at bay. She could feel her control slipping. "It's why they punished me."

A hand came up and touched her neck lightly at the memory, eyes glassy with unshed tears. She thought she was going to die.
consulting_freak: (AAFS)

[personal profile] consulting_freak 2017-03-27 03:05 am (UTC)(link)
Sherlock kicked himself mentally for causing Molly more anguish than she'd already been feeling. He knew he was bad at this sort of thing, so it was only natural he'd find a way to muck it up in his efforts. Part of him felt that things would be easier for her if he just left and let her deal with the aftermath of the trauma in the hands of the medical staff and NSY.

The louder part of him told him that he'd probably be considered a complete and total arsehole if he abandoned her after making her cry.

"It's not," he argued, scooting his chair closer to the side of her bed. "I'm frustrated this happened and there's no excuse for me to take that frustration out on you." He reached across her and took her wrist in his hand, pulling it gently away from her neck. He used his other hand to take his handkerchief out of his breast pocket and place it on her palm. "I'm sorry, Molly."
theonewhocounted: (heartbroken)

[personal profile] theonewhocounted 2017-03-27 08:20 pm (UTC)(link)
In spite of what he thought, Molly didn't think he was mucking it up at all. Anything he said at this point was going to cause her to cry because she hadn't done that yet. If anything, it was a compliment that she felt comfortable enough with him to cry. She was happy he was there.

"You've nothing to be sorry for. I know you're not mad at me," she said, sniffling as she took the handkerchief from him. "You're the reason I'm here and not still in that truck, or worse."

Her tears spilled over and she used his handkerchief to wipe them away, being gentle with the eye that was swollen almost shut.
consulting_freak: (Rifling)

[personal profile] consulting_freak 2017-03-28 02:11 am (UTC)(link)
Sherlock had never been one to care for taking credit for solving cases - he'd been far more interested in mastering his technique and seeing to it that the proper amount of justice was had. Right now, credit felt especially damning. Sure, he'd found the truck and made sure there was enough evidence for convictions, but it wasn't about the case this time. It was about Molly.

"Maybe. But you're the reason why there are ten young women and girls recovering in this wing," he admitted to her. It wasn't that the other victims didn't matter. It was simply that the whole organisation had gone without his notice until they targeted someone important to him.

If it were him in her place, he would find solace in knowing something good came about from his suffering. Perhaps Molly would find some comfort in that, too.
theonewhocounted: (heartbroken)

[personal profile] theonewhocounted 2017-03-30 12:07 am (UTC)(link)
"I know," she said, still sniffling. "That's why, as awful as it was, I'm also glad that it was me it happened to, not another woman."

It sounded mental, really. And "glad" wasn't exactly the right word, but her association, her friendship with Sherlock was what got them all out of there. No matter what he said, it still came down to him.

"Sorry. I keep crying."

She wiped her eyes again. She knew crying made him uncomfortable.
consulting_freak: (Electrophoresis)

[personal profile] consulting_freak 2017-03-31 03:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Sherlock nodded his head, agreeing with her statement. He hated that this happened to her, but if it hadn't, those ten women would have faced a life of torture and humiliation. Not to mention countless other women and girls until NSY got wind of the organisation and eventually pulled him in if they couldn't figure it out on their own. So many lives were saved that it would be selfish to wish it had been any other way.

"Don't apologise," he waved his hand, trying to indicate that it was nothing that was troubling him despite the fact that it did make him somewhat uncomfortable. That was more to do with him than her. "I would know by now how unhealthy it is to ignore unpleasant emotion."

He twisted in his chair to reach the shelf behind him without standing. He picked up the disposable tissue box and set it down on the bed next to her in case the handkerchief was no longer sufficient.

"Lestrade said they'll probably release you in the morning. Should have brought something for entertainment, but I suppose I'll have to do."
theonewhocounted: (Looking down)

[personal profile] theonewhocounted 2017-03-31 08:12 pm (UTC)(link)
"Thank you," she said when he brought the tissue box down for her. She took one from the box and blew her nose. She didn't really want to do that into Sherlock's handkerchief.

She smiled slightly but it hurt her face so it didn't last long.

"You're usually pretty entertaining. But don't feel like you've got to hang around. I'm sure you've got other cases in queue or something else more interesting to do than sit here with me."

She does like his company and would be happy if he stayed but she doesn't want to be a burden on anyone.
consulting_freak: (ViCAP)

[personal profile] consulting_freak 2017-04-01 03:41 am (UTC)(link)
Sherlock's response to the thanks was an acknowledging hum. He'd actually let the situation with Molly interrupt a fairly interesting case he'd been working on. After Molly's safe return, he'd gone back to the case and finished it up not long before he'd been contacted by Lestrade.

"Oh, I have a few," he answered with a shallow shrug. "Nothing big enough to warrant my physical presence." He planned to work on them remotely after Molly fell asleep.

"Lestrade said he'll be round half four in the morning. John wanted to come by with Rosie after nine and Mrs. Hudson's giving you a ride home." It was reminiscent of when the same people had taken shifts to make sure he stayed clean after his most recent drugs episode. They were an unusual little family.
theonewhocounted: (small smile)

[personal profile] theonewhocounted 2017-04-02 02:27 am (UTC)(link)
Molly huffed out a laugh as a new wave of tears hit when Sherlock told her what her friends had planned. She was touched.

"That's so nice," she said, sniffling and wiping at her tears. "I'm so lucky to have you all."

The night would probably be hard. The sun was setting as they spoke and she was already feeling anxious. She expected it was going to be a while before she was going to be comfortable in the dark again.

consulting_freak: (Y-Incision)

[personal profile] consulting_freak 2017-04-02 05:24 pm (UTC)(link)
"I came to the same conclusion a few months ago," he admitted. He'd been so far into his own denial of personal humanity that he'd taken for granted all of the friendships he'd developed. He readily acknowledged and valued them now.

Molly's body language would have been enough to cue Sherlock in on the growing anxiety, but the EKG monitor gave a numerical readout of it. Slight rise in the blood pressure, elevated pulse. He wasn't blind enough to not realise what was causing the rising tension. It made him more sure that his decision to stay the night had been the good one.

She needed a distraction.

"So," he started, giving himself a moment to run through conversation topics. He wasn't one for small talk and he didn't have any big cases he needed to bounce around ideas for. People liked talking about themselves. "Forensic pathology. Not the sort of thing most kids dream of doing when they grow up. What made you decide on it?"
theonewhocounted: (small smile)

[personal profile] theonewhocounted 2017-04-04 12:58 am (UTC)(link)
Molly nodded and gave him a slight smile at his admission. He had come a long way in his view of personal relationships. She remembered the man who thought he didn't need anyone.

She blew her nose again as a bit of silence fell between them.

"Oh, um, well I guess I realized I wanted to be a pathologist during that rotation in med school," she explained. "It definitely wasn't what I ever intended, but I really enjoyed it....I mean....as much as you're supposed to enjoy cutting up dead people when you're not a serial killer."

She laughed at her own bad joke and then cringed when it hurt her bruised body.
consulting_freak: (Cyanide)

[personal profile] consulting_freak 2017-04-04 02:40 am (UTC)(link)
The joke really had been bad. But at the same time, it had just been so Molly that it was somehow appropriate. "Better than enjoying cutting them up when they're living," he added. It was either that or point out that the enjoyment of cutting up dead people isn't necessarily a requirement for serial killing.

"Careful," he told her gently. "Have you had anything for the pain?" Because he'd noticed the absence of a drip administered pain medication when he'd walked into the room.

Coming from someone with his spotty history when it came to morphine, he probably wasn't the most reputable source when it came to pain management. And some addicts with less dignity have had the audacity to convince loved ones to get prescriptions so they could steal them. It wasn't what he intended, though. He was clean and he planned to stay that way. Not just for himself, but because he was part of Rosie's life.
theonewhocounted: (Side profile)

[personal profile] theonewhocounted 2017-04-04 03:05 am (UTC)(link)
"Just paracetamol," she said as she shifted and grimaced again. "That's all I asked for but I could probably do with some more honestly."

Molly didn't like narcotics and Sherlock's history was only some of the reason. The people on her slab were the rest.

"Would you mind asking the nurse for some?"
consulting_freak: (Beryllium Oxide)

[personal profile] consulting_freak 2017-04-04 10:42 pm (UTC)(link)
"Some more paracetamol?" Sherlock asked, not hiding his disbelief in the drug's effectiveness for her condition. "A few days of tramadol won't turn you into a junkie, you know." And it would probably help her get some sleep if she took something a bit stronger. Without any broken bones, the medical staff wouldn't have offered her anything too potent.

No matter her answer, he stood up to fetch the nurse.
theonewhocounted: (Looking down)

[personal profile] theonewhocounted 2017-04-06 03:11 am (UTC)(link)
"I know," she said as she picked at the bedspread. But after what she'd been through she was worried that having an easy out from her own thoughts might be too convenient. "Addiction runs in my family."

She shrugged. It ran in a lot of people's families.

"But I suppose some paracodol would be okay."