The Darkest Timeline Meme

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The Darkest Timeline. 

Pick a point in your character's timeline.  What choice did they make? What choice did others make that would have changed their world?  Decide that choice, change it and go from there.  Tag others to join in on the fun.  The darker the new timeline, the better!

 

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[denokandafaran]

I know. It's okay. [It is not even a little bit okay, and he knows that. But they need to get out of here, and then he'll worry about it.] Can you walk?

[formersurgeon]

I don't know.

[Her voice grates, rough from both disuse and agonized screams.]

I don't think so.

[denokandafaran]

[Kit swore under his breath. He's not sure that he can carry her. He thinks.

Okay. 911 or Sherlock?

[formersurgeon]

911.

[She strains weakly at her bonds, wanting to help him.]

[denokandafaran]

[Getting her bonds undone is pretty difficult with his shoulder shot up, but he manages it after a while. Then, the phone. 911, he can manage.]

[formersurgeon]

[Once the bonds are no longer holding her up, she slumps to the floor, barely able to keep herself up on all fours and cursing herself for being useless.]

[denokandafaran]

[He grabs her as well and as quick as he can, helping her sit up and back. Holding onto her]

Shit. Shit, sorry.

[formersurgeon]

Not your fault.

[She holds onto him weakly.]

I'm sorry you got pulled into this.

[denokandafaran]

Don't be. No one pulled me into it, I volunteered. I was worried.

[And clearly rightfully so. He dials 911 while trying to keep her upright.]

[formersurgeon]

[That is so Kit. Disregarding his own safety to protect others. She wishes she could help him in return, but its all she can do to lean against him.]

Sherlock. Is Sherlock okay?

[denokandafaran]

[He'd honestly probably do the same for Sherlock, if need be.]

He's fine, he was fine when I talked to him. Trying to find you. He gave me a list of places to check.

[formersurgeon]

Good.

[It's a whisper. She hasn't slept, hasn't eaten, since she was taken three days ago, and that combined with the abuse she's taken means that even talking wears her out.]

[denokandafaran]

Just rest, they'll be here soon.

[formersurgeon]

[She sighs against him. She can't do much more than rest.

From down the hall comes the click of heels, approaching.]

[denokandafaran]

[Which...well, honestly, it gets Kit's aattention. People who come in ambulances don't generally come around in heels, do they? And he's not exactly sure how great he'll be with his rifle now.

Getting the gun off the floor seems a priority. Just in case.]

[formersurgeon]

[Joan rouses at the sound of the heels, begins to paw at Kit's chest, in fear for his safety more than hers. She knows very well who that is.

"Quite enough, Mr. Walker," comes a female voice, British accent, from behind Kit. "If you touch the rifle, I will shoot both you and Miss Watson."]

[denokandafaran]

[Kit freezes, taking Joan's hand and squeezing it.]

I've already called the police. You get that, yeah?

[formersurgeon]

[She tightens her grip on his hand as much as she's able.

"I am quite aware our time here is limited, Mr. Walker. How it ends, however, is up to you. The police will be here in about five minutes. Enough time for me to kill both of you and walk away. I have no interest in you, though. Just in Miss Watson."]

[denokandafaran]

Yeah, well, if you think I'm going to give her to you? You're nuttier than anyone I ever met at Briarcliff.

[formersurgeon]

["Your chivalry is touching, really. Not to mention, Miss Watson is lucky that you're the one who's come for her. See, if Sherlock had found her, the situation would have been very different. I would never kill Sherlock. I just want to hurt him. And I would have done that by killing his beloved Miss Watson while she was in his arms."

She aims the gun at Kit.

"Now, I'll kill you, and Miss Watson will live to die another day."]

[denokandafaran]

[Kit stares at the woman for a moment, and laughs. It's probably just a bit hysterical.]

Sure. Go ahead. Shoot me. Kill me. Let's see what happens.

[Because he's pretty sure if the aliens flipped when Arden tried to kill him, they won't be too happy with her either.]

[formersurgeon]

Kit...

[Joan protests weakly, and tries to push herself away from him.]

Don't. Don't hurt him. You can have me.

[denokandafaran]

[Kit holds onto her tightly.]

No. She can't. He's not the only one who cares about you.

[formersurgeon]

She'll...

[She'll kill him. She knows she will. And she doesn't have as much trust in the aliens as Kit.

Moriarty tilts her head, her lips upturned in a cruel smile.

"Isn't that sweet. Such devotion, that you're willing to die for her. It would be beautiful if ti wasn't so completely stupid."

She fires.]

[denokandafaran]

[It's less trust and more belief that they probably won't want to waste how many years of experimentation on him. He closes his eyes when she fires, tightening his grip around Joan's shoulders. At the very least, maybe he can make this difficult on Moriarty. He feels the bullet hit him, and it hurts just as much as the other. If not more.

And for a moment, he wonders if he made a mistake. But then, there's that horrible noise. That blinding light that he can even see with his eyes shut tight.</small.]