bakerstreet | The Darkest Timeline Meme

Just rest, they'll be here soon.

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

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

[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.]

[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."]

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

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

[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."]

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

["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."]

[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.]

Kit...

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

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

[Kit holds onto her tightly.]

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

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.]

[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.]

[Joan cries out, half scream, half choking sob, as Kit is shot, as his blood spatters over her.

Then the light, the noise, and she doesn't know what's going on, have the police come, are these Moriarty's people, has their been an explosion, are they both dead, what?

Moriarty is just as shocked, as confused, as she throws her arms in front of her face to block out the light.]

When he opens his eyes, finally, he can see them out of the corner of his eyes. Thin fingers, giant eyes, that weird mouth. Touching him. Not so much fixing him as keeping this from killing him. He closed his eyes again, because well. That tended to hurt. Everything they did hurt. He doesn't know if they help Joan. If they do anything to the other womn.

The light, the noise, eventually it fades and he can hear a siren.]

[The woman is gone. Just gone. Joan is curled on the floor, shaking. She still doesn't know what happened, still thinks Kit is dead, and Moriarty is there to hurt her again, to keep hurting her.]

[Kit will wonder, later, where she went. The woman. Sherlock, he's sure, will never stop wondering.

Kit opened his eyes again, his vision crazy blurry. There was definitely an ambulance on its way, judging by those sirens. Good. He didn't think he could manage to get up, and he was pretty sure he was still bleeding.]

...Joan? Are you there?

[She hears him, and for a moment thinks she must be imagining things. But no, when she opens her eyes, she sees him. Sees him moving. He's alive. And Moriarty is nowhere to be seen.

She moves to him, an action that hurts like hell but is absolutely necessary.]

Are you okay?

I'll be okay. Are you?

I will be.

What happened?

[He shook his head.]

I think they took her.

Moriarty? Who took her?

Them. The aliens. Creatures. Monsters. [He closed his eyes again.]

Kit? No...stay with me.

[Funny thing for her to say, they're probably in equally bad shape.]

[They really are, and he'd honestly say she's probably worse off. She's been here for days.]

I'm okay.

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