Leave Me Be - Chapter 4

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reposting for time zones

Leave Me Be - Chapter 4 

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Finally made it to the next page!

The next chapter of Leave Me Be will be up soon eventually!

So Prisci and I decided that, character-wise, BBC Sherlock (from Molly’s POV) is a modern Jane Eyre

Molly is Jane, Sherlock is Rochester, Lestrade is St. John, Irene is Blanche, Mrs Hudson is Mrs Fairfax, Moriarty is Richard Mason, Donovan and Anderson and St. John’s sisters.

And John is Bertha.

Headcanon accepted

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I don’t write out separate explanations of headcanons very often, I try to let my fics take care of those. But … but … This fic. THIS FIC.

Now, after you’ve read that here is my headcanon which is based a bit on the fic but also has some of its own points.

Irene Adler is an invented name, just as Richard Brook or Jim Moriarty are. Her real name is Harriet Watson, and that explains so much. The snippy little sibling-rivalry thing that they’ve got going when they’re alone, the way John is uncomfortable in Adler’s flat when she’s naked—his roommate is just STARING at his SISTER—and why he asks her to put some clothes on.

She’d not spoken to him for years and years, but despite problems in her own life (a breakup, burgeoning alcoholism) she rushed to his side when she heard he’d been wounded. The phone had been professionally erased of everything save the engraving on the back, and a single phone number. She assured John that he wouldn’t have to pay for it, and that she’d left the engraving on the back to remind him that it was second-hand to make him feel better. She left his bedside (because of course she broke in somewhere, duh) with a brief kiss on his forehead and a good-luck wish before she disappeared.

When Mike Stamford asked if Harry could help, John felt like his sister had endangered herself quite enough by giving him her phone number. He’d known for a long time that his sister was mixed up with the wrong kind, and on the shady side of the law most of the time—in the last few years he’d really understood how deeply she was into it, too—and John can’t ask her for more than she’s already given.

Some nights he considers deleting the phone number, to protect her. Other nights he sends her a text asking how she is. Not because he really cares, but because having someone expect something of him keeps what’s on the bottom of the middle drawer on the left at the bottom and not against his head. Even if it is a simple expectation of a reply, and Harry ALWAYS asks how he’s been in return.

It explains the older-brother tone that John adopts when they meet in the warehouse, too. “Dammit, Sis, you WILL listen to me you are breaking a man’s heart here!” kind of tone. Because his life is put back together once again he feels he can stand his ground. But he doesn’t yell or do anymore than plead to her sense of fairness, because without a mobile phone Sherlock would never have been able to text him and things might not have panned out as they did.

It also explains her attitude about Sherlock not texting her back, because while she and John haven’t been in touch much since he’s been getting better they still TALK occasionally. Just to make sure that the only other family they have on earth is still alive.

This is also why it is so hard for John to lie to Sherlock for Mycroft. Because he feels like he’s giving Sherlock hope where he himself is deprived of it. John was prepared for Sherlock’s fall long before it ever became an issue—he’d lost his sister already, in his mind, because of something she’d done to herself really. It’s also why he didn’t want to give Sherlock the phone, because a petty part of him felt like he’d lost more than Sherlock had with Irene/Harry’s death.

I like to think that she came back for him again, after Sherlock’s death, to make him laugh and give him a touch of hope. She makes him believe in Sherlock, she makes him believe that the man still might be alive and lays it all out for him. Because she is clever like Sherlock. Before she leaves she kisses his forehead once and gives him a new phone with a new number but with no etching on the back.

POST TO THE POST:

It also explains why she was off on her own in Pakistan. She was trying to get into Afghanistan because she was going to FIND the people who shot up her brother and she was going to END them.

I.

What.

Do want.

New Chapter - Leave Me Be: Chapter 1

Her face felt stiff.  Her hand rose to meet her cheek.  It was wet.  She was crying.  Why was she crying?  She opened her mouth to call out for someone, anyone, and realised there wasn’t enough air left in her lungs to cry out.  She had been crying for a very long time.  She took a shuddering breath and wiped her eyes and nose on her sleeve.

Read on!

New Fic! (Reposting for timezones)

Title: Leave Me Be
Series: Gravity
Rating: M (although, for now it’s really only T)
Chapter: Prologue / ?
Pairing: Eventual Sherlock/Molly.  Perhaps.

Summary:

He had always trusted her. Since the beginning. But, unlike with John, he had not always been aware. Sherlock Holmes did not trust people easily. And when he realized that he trusted Molly Hooper, the sweet, nervous girl who worked in the morgue, well, that surprised him. And Sherlock Holmes never surprises himself.

Read more @ AO3

New Fic

Title: Leave Me Be
Series: Gravity
Rating: M (although, for now it’s really only T)
Chapter: Prologue / ?
Pairing: Eventual Sherlock/Molly.  Perhaps.

Summary:

He had always trusted her. Since the beginning. But, unlike with John, he had not always been aware. Sherlock Holmes did not trust people easily. And when he realized that he trusted Molly Hooper, the sweet, nervous girl who worked in the morgue, well, that surprised him. And Sherlock Holmes never surprises himself.

Read more @ AO3

Sherlock, Molly and the great “I don’t count.”

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The look on Sherlock’s face when Molly tells him she doesn’t count has struck me more than any other shot in the entire series.

So many things fly across Benedict Cumberbatch’s face in that moment. You can SEE the inaudible “Of course you count” he is about to say when she interrupts him again and it’s heartbreaking because he finally sees her as a person outside of the “Someone not directly irritating” list that most of the people he tolerates reside within and she knows exactly how little she is ever going to mean to him. She interrupts him because she knows even if he says it, he will never really understand what it means.

She finally becomes a real person to him by holding up a mirror to him and John and saying “This is what you think counts. Even if you don’t know it. And I will stay the girl behind the mirror who still loves you even though that concept is so far outside your realm of ideaology you only know of it because February has anatomically incorrect hearts everywhere.” She looks him straight in the eye and says “I know you. I know you as well as he does and that is never going to mean anything to you because you are who you are, but I AM STILL HERE FOR YOU.”

She is as resigned to her role as Sherlock is being the smartest person in the room. She knows it and she owns it. But to her it is no matter of great pride as Sherlock’s intelligence is.  Her love is nothing like Irene Adler’s soul crushing infatuation, it’s a weight, like Sherlock’s drive against boredom.

This moment, to me, makes Sherlock and Molly the far greater tragic love affair than Sherlock’s relationship with John