How His Last Vow should have ended. (Johnlock)
Jean cried out when she felt the sudden change of pressure in which her captive had held onto her. When she turned to see why, she screamed. The man was dead, his head severed, but his grip still strong on her wrist. With a writhe of repulsion she moved her hand away and fell onto her back. Jean saw that Sarah had a long steel blade drawn, and was currently on top of the beady-eyed pervert.
"J-Jesus christ, what…..what…"
Sarah pressed her bodyweight down upon the man to compensate for her physical strength should the blade she held to the man’s throat not provide enough incentive for him to lay still and be a good boy. It seemed pointless now and Sarah wanted to yell vulgarities to the sky for it. Jean Watson had screamed at the man’s death and in the process ruined Sarah’s entire plan. Who knew how many Abstergo agents were on the train? All of them would have surely have heard the echoing scream travel along the station and would be on them in mere seconds – if they were lucky.
The plan had been remarkably simple, the best plans always were. All Sarah had needed to do was wait for the agents to think they had won, kill the two escorting Watson and then leg it up the station before the others noticed. It all lay in ruins now and Sarah couldn’t understand why. Hadn’t Watson served in the army? Surely she would have seen death before and violent ones at that? All Sarah could do on the matter was wonder why the death had seemed all that shocking when it was fairly obvious that she would kill the agent, kill them both even.
Had the roles been reversed, Sarah knew she would not have felt shocked had Watson killed them. Perhaps she would have given a frightened gasp but a scream? Certainly not. Then again…Sarah’s heart had been melded into something cold and dark, perhaps she had been wrong to assume that war had done much the same to Watson’s. Maybe Sarah had been wrong to presume that Watson had learned from the war and had returned home soft and foolish. It was the only way Sarah could rationalize it the matter.
Jean scrambled to her feet, breathing heavily as she tried to catch up with Sarah. The violence, this level at least, was what got Jean shot, traumatized, and sent back home. The last time she’d seen a such a horror was years behind her. Since then, the most gore was when she went out with Sherlock Holmes to investigate a murder.
Jean knew she had ruined the plan with screaming, and silently hated herself for the weakness. Now however, her gun was drawn, and she stood next to Sarah. “we need to take this away from the civilians. Any ideas?”
friendly reminder this is john’s face a moment after sherlock kills magnussen
he’s terrified: not of what sherlock did, but why he did it
Brilliant acting is brilliant.
Come on, Sherlock. Just die, why can’t you?
the gay, Mrs. Hudson, is on
I owe you a thousand apologies.