Literally ruining lives ([personal profile] memeboogeyman) wrote in [community profile] bakerstreet2017-01-23 08:36 am

Bright Spot

Bright Spot
The world can sometimes seem like a cold, wicked place, and more than likely, it actually is a cruel place. For days, months, years on end, you never catch a break, everything falling to pieces as soon as you pick it up. Maybe, despite this, you still try your hardest. There has to be a light at the end of the tunnel, doesn't there? The fates don't play favorites, so surely your number is about to come up. Or maybe you've given up and decided to allow yourself to barely float along with only bouts of anger or bitterness to keep you above water. There is no light anywhere, is there?

But there is. There's one bright spot in your life - a person who makes everything worthwhile.

It doesn't really matter how they came to you. What does is that they stay. Whether you admit it or not, you seek comfort from them...and, perhaps, them from you, if you're in the same situation.

So, whether you push them away, treat them right, or go so far as to worship them and put them on a pedestal, you don't want them to go now. You crave being with them, or at least being in their presence. Don't ruin this for yourself. After all, what would you do without your little ray of light? You'll do anything to keep them happy and loved. Anything.

  • Respond to the meme with your character, canon, preferences, and, if you'd like, what position you're character will be in.
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theonewhocounted: (Happy)

Molly Hooper | BBC Sherlock

[personal profile] theonewhocounted 2017-01-23 04:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[Molly is the definition of a Bright Spot.]
punchmeitssubtext: (Less than ideal.)

>.> assuming you know about s4 by this point...

[personal profile] punchmeitssubtext 2017-01-25 01:54 pm (UTC)(link)
To: Molly
From: SH
Sent: 2:35 AM

I won't insult your intelligence by asking if you're still awake.

Are you still speaking to me?
theonewhocounted: (Looking down)

Yup! Up to speed.

[personal profile] theonewhocounted 2017-01-25 04:30 pm (UTC)(link)
To: SH
From: Mx
Sent: 2:40 AM

I'm not sure. Are you going to give me a compelling reason to continue speaking with you?
punchmeitssubtext: (Less than ideal.)

Guess who cried through the phone call (me)

[personal profile] punchmeitssubtext 2017-01-25 04:40 pm (UTC)(link)
To: Molly
From: SH
Sent: 2:42 AM

I need to say some things to you and I've already deleted nine attempts at putting them into email. Twenty attempts to fit it into text.

Sent: 2:43 AM

I brought coffee.

Edited 2017-01-25 16:40 (UTC)
theonewhocounted: (Sees you)

Same. Poor Molly.

[personal profile] theonewhocounted 2017-01-25 06:38 pm (UTC)(link)
To: SH
From: Mx
Sent: 2:45 AM


She's not sure why she asks that. Of course now. When Sherlock decides to do something, time of day isn't a factor in his decision. Nor is anyone else's schedule. He's not wrong that she wasn't exactly asleep though.
Edited 2017-01-25 18:38 (UTC)
punchmeitssubtext: (I will tolerate this touching.)

The fact that he said it TWICE

[personal profile] punchmeitssubtext 2017-01-25 07:32 pm (UTC)(link)
To: Molly
From: SH
Sent: 2:46 AM

It's just started to rain out here, so now is a very good time, yes.

He pulls his coat tighter around his shoulders, more as armor than to protect against the cold, and waits. Sherlock can be a patient creature when he needs to be, or wants to be.
Edited 2017-01-25 19:33 (UTC)
theonewhocounted: (Neck)

I KNOW. That 2nd time tho. The look on his face.

[personal profile] theonewhocounted 2017-01-25 07:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Molly looks at the message and sighs. She doesn't text back but she does roll out of bed and pull on a jumper over her camisole. She then sticks her feet into her slippers and tries to tame her hair a bit as she makes her way to the front door. Old Molly would have rushed to put on a bit of makeup and look more presentable for him. New Molly doesn't have any more fucks to give.

She takes the locks off and cracks open the door to see him standing there bundled up in his Belstaff. He worn out as she feels. Without a greeting, she steps back to open the door wider and let him come in.
Edited 2017-01-25 20:09 (UTC)
punchmeitssubtext: (Hmn. Distracting.)


[personal profile] punchmeitssubtext 2017-01-25 10:04 pm (UTC)(link)

He steps forward, looking strangely less certain of himself than he's ever done in her space before. Like he's suddenly aware he's a visitor, not the owner.

"I, ah. Coffee." And even weirder, he offers her a mug--one from the cafe in the neighborhood she stops by on her days off--full of fresh, hot latte. It's one of those charming little boho places where they use mugs from jumble sales and the like; this one has dancing skeletons on it. "The barista said you liked this one. Um--the American expat, the novelist with the gay pride ring and the--" he gestures expressively with his free hand-- "the hair."
Edited 2017-01-25 23:52 (UTC)
theonewhocounted: (serious)

Seriously. Ded.

[personal profile] theonewhocounted 2017-01-26 12:21 am (UTC)(link)
After he enters, Molly closes and locks the door behind him, bracing herself to face him while her back is to him. It honestly hurts to see him. She feels embarrassed and exposed in a way that even that one Christmas couldnt come close to. She takes a breath and turns from the door to find him presenting her with the coffee he had mentioned in his text.

Her brows knit at the decorative mug she recognizes.

"Did you nick this from Cafe Valencia?"

Still, she takes the coffee from him and walks further into her flat, putting on a table lamp in the living room as she does.
Edited 2017-01-26 00:22 (UTC)
punchmeitssubtext: (Less than ideal.)

It's going in the icons for sure

[personal profile] punchmeitssubtext 2017-01-26 12:38 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah. Well, I mean--they're closed, so technically it was a break-in, but I can put it back on the way out."

He watches her, for a moment, allowing her the distance of several strides before he speaks again.

"Molly, the first thing I needed to say was that I'm sorry."
theonewhocounted: (Sees you)

Yeah I need to refresh Molly's

[personal profile] theonewhocounted 2017-01-26 12:54 am (UTC)(link)
Right. It's the middle of the night. She opens her mouth to admonish him for committing a felony to get her coffee but she closes it and decides to just enjoy the coffee as best she can under the circumstances. It also gives her something else to look at besides him. She blows on the top before she takes a sip. When he speaks she does look up and then away again before she curls herself into her favourite chair, both hands cradling the mug. She is rather fond of it.

"You always are sorry, Sherlock, aren't you?"

She looks back up at him in a bit of a challenge. She knows he has meant them in the past and she knows he is a different man today. He's less careless with feelings. It's maybe part of why this hurts the most. They're proper friends now.
punchmeitssubtext: (Less than ideal.)

[personal profile] punchmeitssubtext 2017-01-26 01:04 am (UTC)(link)
(No worries, he'll put the mug back before anyone notices there was a break-in. Or else Mycroft's people will.)

"Not nearly as often as I should be, but I am, sincerely."

He's never used that word with her before.

He hasn't been that with her since the last time they spoke.

"I was trapped, and I had been told your flat was rigged with explosives, and that if you didn't say it you would die. That's--not an excuse, and I know it's a piss-poor explanation, and I wish I had known better at the time."
theonewhocounted: (Not pleased)

[personal profile] theonewhocounted 2017-01-26 01:18 am (UTC)(link)
She studies him and he does look sorry. He actually looks sorry and tired and a bit broken. Something has happened.

"My...what? Why would someone do that?"

She looks completely confused by the whole idea of it. That was not at all what she was expecting him to say. She actually wasn't sure what she was expecting by way of explanation, but wasn't that someone had tricked him into making her say those words to save her life. It just seems so...twisted and disturbingly personal. How did they even know?

"And why would they want me to say...that?"

Molly's first thought is Moriarty by habit. Maybe one of Jim's devotees found out about her role in Sherlock's "death." Maybe this was her punishment. She can't figure out why anyone else would care about her at all.
punchmeitssubtext: (Less than ideal.)

[personal profile] punchmeitssubtext 2017-01-26 01:37 am (UTC)(link)
"Because they knew it would hurt you."

He'll have to tell her about Eurus. He can't not. Eurus, and poor Victor, and the burnt-out shell that looks so much like the architecture of his own heart.

"And I'm--" He tips his head back, stares at the ceiling like a fidgety teenager. God. How do people do this? It's bloody awful. "You--have never deserved to be a piece in someone else's game, and I know forgiveness probably isn't on the table and that's fine but I wanted you to hear it from me."
theonewhocounted: (Looking down)

[personal profile] theonewhocounted 2017-01-26 01:48 am (UTC)(link)
"How could they know?" she asks and there is pain in her voice, mostly because she knows how. Because it's obvious. Poor mousy Molly and her crush on the great detective. It's probably written all over her face whenever he's around and not being a complete prat.

She sighs and stares at her coffee again until her attention is drawn back to him by the way he's struggling to get the words out. Sherlock doesn't struggle with talking most of the time. But he is clearly uncomfortable and out of his element right now. She feels for him, in a way. She doesn't necessarily want to, but god, she loves him still and it hurts her to see him hurting.

"I'd feel better if you sat down."

Forgiveness will come. It's in Molly's nature. Right now, though, she just wants to understand what's happened.
punchmeitssubtext: (Hmn. Distracting.)

[personal profile] punchmeitssubtext 2017-01-26 01:59 am (UTC)(link)
Sherlock looks down, abruptly, blinking at the invitation. That's honestly... okay, no, he really did expect to be thrown out rather than invited further in. Which makes this even more alien territory.

John does a crap job of explaining how to make this work, he thinks.

But she says she'd feel better, and that's at least half of why he's here. So he moves to the other end of her little sofa and sort of folds himself up there.

"It was someone a lot more observant than I was."
theonewhocounted: (Sees you)

[personal profile] theonewhocounted 2017-01-26 02:10 am (UTC)(link)
She watches him look surprised and uncertain about being offered a seat, but is relieved when he does take one. Him standing there was making her anxious. She's too tired to feel anxious as well as emotionally raw.

"You're not telling me the whole story."

And if there's a person involved in it who is somehow more observant than Sherlock Holmes, she is curious. She also think he owes her more than what he's offered up. How did he end up trapped? Who trapped him? What made them so cross at him that they had to make his torture so personal?
punchmeitssubtext: (Less than ideal.)

[personal profile] punchmeitssubtext 2017-01-26 02:33 am (UTC)(link)
He closes his eyes, breathes out, and there is something in his voice he doesn't like to let people hear.

"It's a very long and very ugly story, Molly. And it's why I am the way I am, now that I've had the chance to think about it. Because it goes back a very long way. You should know it, you deserve to, but there is something else really important about all this and I can't decide which you should know first because I have no script at all for what I'm doing right now."
theonewhocounted: (Ew)

[personal profile] theonewhocounted 2017-01-26 02:56 am (UTC)(link)
"Apologizing?" she asks, not really understanding what he's talking about. Clearly something has happened. Something big that has him thinking about things like why he is the way he is. It's...all a bit unsettling. This is a Sherlock she's not used to seeing. She's used to having to look through him to see him.

But things have been...tough lately for all of them, even without whatever it is that's happened in the past couple of days. Mary's face pops into her head and the deep sadness that's been plaguing her washes over her again. Her ordeal seems terribly trite in comparison.
Edited 2017-01-26 03:01 (UTC)
punchmeitssubtext: (Dead serious.)

[personal profile] punchmeitssubtext 2017-01-26 03:03 am (UTC)(link)
"Telling you how I feel."

There's a long moment of breathless silence after that. Literally breathless--Sherlock has to remind himself to pull in a lungful of air, and he can feel his startled heartbeat in every last one of his ribs.

"Sorry," he almost wheezes, "John told me this was normal, the whole psychosomatic response to emotions, but I am really not used to it."
theonewhocounted: (Sees you)

[personal profile] theonewhocounted 2017-01-26 03:09 am (UTC)(link)
Molly's brows knit together. She's not following. Maybe it's the hour. Maybe it's that he's not being entirely clear (or that he's 10 steps ahead of her, as usual).

"I...sorry..." she frowns. "How are you feeling?"

He's sorry. She's got that bit. And emotional. Sad, she would gather as well.
punchmeitssubtext: (Dead serious.)

[personal profile] punchmeitssubtext 2017-01-26 03:21 am (UTC)(link)
He shakes his head. "No. Not how I'm feeling. How I feel."

It's a bit like vomiting, in a way, how the words come surging up from this weird place inside him to scald his throat and coat his tongue with things he'd rather not taste.

"Because the thing is that I like you, Molly--" He cringes, makes a quick gesture like the kinds he's prone to when he's untangling a case. "--no, not in the way you're thinking, I don't mean I like you, but. I mean--I mean I like you, and. I mean I like you, and I thought if I was coming over you should at least have coffee, but if it was anyone else I know I wouldn't bother, even John would have to shift for himself. I like you, and I'm aware that you're hurt, and sometimes that thought is almost physically painful and I don't know why. I like you, and I don't know what that means, because this is different and I have no frame of reference for how."
theonewhocounted: (Default)

[personal profile] theonewhocounted 2017-01-26 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
Molly has gone very still during his explanation. If that's what you could call it. She's not really sure what he's trying to say. Or at least, she doesn't until he gets to about the fourth time he says "I like you." Then she thinks maybe she does know what he's trying to say, if he were anyone else but Sherlock Holmes anyway. If he weren't Sherlock Holmes she would think that he was a man, telling a woman that he's fond of her in a way that goes beyond friendship.

But this is Sherlock Holmes. At least, she thinks it is.

"Sherlock...are you..."

She lets out a breath because she doesn't have a clue what to do with all of this information he's just given her. Part of her thinks she's gone crackers. That there's no way that he's trying to say what she thinks he might be trying to say. The other part thinks that maybe he has.

After a moment of deliberation and hesitation, Molly puts her coffee aside. She unfolds herself from her chair and goes to sit beside Sherlock. Not too close. Just...there. She's there. And she cautiously moves her hand to cover his where it lays.
punchmeitssubtext: (Finally got it.)

[personal profile] punchmeitssubtext 2017-01-26 04:03 am (UTC)(link)
His pulse is worryingly fast under her fingertips. His throat works, soundless, as he tries to fish up something clever and fails. It's too late; he's let too much out, let her too far in the way John and Mary's memory and Mycroft and even Eurus are right up against all the vulnerable, breakable, messy red stuff inside him he's been trying to hide for most of his life.

"I don't really know," he says, very quietly. His hand turns underneath hers, not to take her pulse, just to let his cold fingertips rest against the heel of her hand. Just so their palms touch.

"But I think so."
theonewhocounted: (Neck)

[personal profile] theonewhocounted 2017-01-26 04:19 am (UTC)(link)
Molly is barely breathing. She a bit of shock. When Sherlock's hand moves, she expects him to pull it away, but he doesn't. Instinctively, her fingers slot through his until they are curled around them. She chances a glance in his direction. He is looking somewhat distraught at his "psychosomatic responses to emotion." She's still unsure though.

"This isn't some kind of trick is it, or experiment?" she has to ask.

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