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    For Mycroft, the most jarring thing about V-day isn’t that it happened. It’s that he did not see it coming.

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    Sherlock Holmes was never meant to be a widower; now a machine wears his late husband's face.

    Originally posted here for Holmestice 2016.

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    "I like you."

    My voice is barely a whisper. "Why?"

    Sherlock seems to debate answering me. "You have certain…qualities. If we had met under different circumstances, at some other time and in some other place…" Another fleeting glance at the guard, and then he leans in so close his lips brush the sensitive curve of my ear. "You could have been one of my victims."

    I draw in a sharp breath.
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    AU one-shot in which John is an ex-army chaplain turned prison chaplain struggling with his faith, and Sherlock is a bored sociopath serving multiple life sentences.

    COMPLETED, PROOFED, AND BRITPICKED.

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    There, in the middle of the foyer in Mycroft’s ridiculous house, stood the man himself, but instead of wearing one of his fine, expensive suits, he was dressed head to toe in a long black frock. It was long sleeved and nearly reached his ankles, and a long line of neat, gleaming black buttons trailed down through the center, starting from his neck all the way to the hem at the bottom. And there at the very top, a pristine white collar stood out amidst the black, thick fabric.

    Lestrade felt his mouth go dry.

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    When the florist looked up to put the vase on the counter, he apparently noticed the arrival of his new customer. “I’ll be with you in a moment,” he said in a bright tone, before turning back to the flustered lady and ringing up her purchase. He herded her out the door, closing it after her and turned back to Sherlock. He put his hands behind his back and raised his face up to catch Sherlock’s eye, an open expression in his eyes. “How can I help you, then?”

    “I’m looking for a bouquet.”

    “Oh really?” The man’s tone was mocking, a glint in his bright blue eyes.

    Sherlock rolled his eyes, but couldn’t help smiling. “I– Well, there’s… You’ve got all of these…” He winced. “Things. Trinkets. Could have been anything.” There was something about the cheeky expression of the florist that made his breath high in his chest and his words come out jumbled.

    The florist chuckled. “I’m teasing. Sorry. Any special occasion?"

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