bakerstreet | Not just a job

MORE THAN JUST A JOB

It's only business, nothing personal...at least, that's how it started. You were pegged as the right one for a job that involves this person; your task could be positive, such as protecting them with their consent or without it, guiding them from point a to point b, and the like - or, as seedier transactions tend to go, it could be negative. You have to take them back to a place they really don't want to return to, you have to be a jailor, or you even have to be their assassin. At the very least, helping or hurting, you'll be compensated generously (by money or, you know, by not being killed off). And that was all that mattered.

Until they mattered.

They could have shown you something you never knew existed in the world or in yourself. They could have done any number of things, yet they've won you and your feelings over. Your priorities just may shift because of this, but will their view of you do the same as soon as they learn why you were around them in the first place? For your own gain? Will they be able to forgive you?

Even if they can, will they be able to see you the way you see them?

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[ darcy as the job! ]

[ either role ]

[the job, assumed/previous cr and cross canon are all loved!]

[ well, obviously. ]

[ the job ]

[either role. Open to cross-canon/aus]

[ ooc; the job. gimme all the cross-canon and au scenarios with this. she is a scientist after all! ]

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[The assassin/hunter of course]

[ i can offer Darcy as the job if you're interested! ]

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[ either side! assumed cr and cross canon welcome ]

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[The job is probably taking your character's soul to the underworld. Assumed CR is loved.]

Life happens. That was the excuse that he'd given himself time and again when plans fell through. Sure he'd been able to see Bash a time or two, between their respective duties, and the photos of his dog flowed readily, but in the end, things just...happened.

Like accidents that make it on the news, of hostage situations that dump responding officers off of high rise buildings, and of meeting a man that you've been flirting with off and on for some time in a much more official capacity.

The broken vessel that had previously been Connor's body was being carefully removed from the vehicle on which it had landed amid a terrified cacophony from the crowd of looky-loos, one of whom was screaming at the top of his lungs, looking very much like the man in question if he'd let himself be fluffier, struggling to try and get to his twin, his clone, as if he could somehow help.

"Fuck," he breathes, regarding the proceedings with an odd sort of detachment. Must come with the territory of no longer inhabiting your body.