Based on Winnie's AU gifset
Here goes nothing. Not BETA and ignore my gramatical error. :p And yes, this is only the first Chapter: (I can't think of a title just yet. HOHOHO )
In which Benedict Cumberbatch, Lee Pace, Tom Hiddleston, and Ben Whishaw star in a tale of Cold War-era espionage where handshakes exchanged in the dark, conversations overheard on tape and mysterious figures in the shadows change the lives of four friends forever.
"Tom," Benedict finally managed to look up to the man, hand still clutching his lover's tightly as if he was trying to wake her up from her unneeded trance. "Tom," he called out again. He has no intention to stop the man for mourning about his sister but this was not the best time. There's an issue waiting for both of them to handle which cannot be ignored any longer. This is one of the sacrifice that they have to make as an agent. Their little lives means nothing at all.
"Then you go," Tom replied, blue eyes still fixated at his adopted sister's lifeless body. "You can handle it without me." The man would not let go of her, like Benedict, Lee and Ben, he was not prepare for this. It was not long ago that she called him a favour, asking him to prepare dinner to celebrate her return from her mission. Voice as sweet as thunder, she demanded it and threaten to spill out Tom's secret where he planted a virus in the HQ's webpage as a joke and caused a fuzz for 3 days. It was horrible but most of them took it as a well planned joke except for their Director who demanded to catch the culprit out for severe 'detention'. It took Tom and his fellow team and his sister to crack on the second day, fixing it by the next morning. It was no biggy but it will still be something of an issue that the Director would not let go.
How Tom had wished that he was the one who took her back from their airport, how he personally send her back to her apartment and make sure everything was alright before leaving to work with Benedict. Yet fate has decided for she has to die alone, in the apartment, bruised and beaten. The images of her laying on the floor, dying slowly without anyone to her aid has killed his soul, nearly driving him to madness as soon as he got the news from an agent while he was there, with his might be brother-in-law, trying to figure out a case that dragged the entire agency's precious time. There were no right words to describe his emotion. The only thing that he wanted to do right then was to be alone with his precious sibling, and perhaps quitting this job for there's no reason left for him to stay.
Benedict understood it well. Yet as the leader of the team, he had to pick them up. Ben and Lee apparently were taking it well, leaving the room to God knows where. Well, at least they were not pouring their eyes out like Tom, making it even harder to control his team. The ginger haired man walked towards the man, patting his shoulder, forcing his well kept emotion back. From this view, he saw more hidden bruises and even deeper cuts of knife on her porcelain flesh. On those he caressed every night that they were together, kissing every inch of it as if it was his and only his, the smell of her sweet rose perfume lingered every minute of the day... Benedict could not help but to choked out his words, bitterly, "Tom, we need to leave her for now. There's something- There's- There's something far more important to do now. And you know the Director will handle this well. There's nothing we can do for now-"
Without any warming, Tom pounced against the taller man, slammed his head onto the solid glass wall, tugging on to his clock's collars, teeth baring white. Benedict could have beaten up the younger man there and there but those eyes glaring at him, there was no anger but sadness, "HOW CAN YOU SAY THIS TO ME? YOU ARE HER LOVER AND I AM HER BROTHER! ALTHOUGH WE ARE NOT FROM THE SAME BLOODLINE BUT AT LEAST I LOVE HER AS MUCH AS YOU DO." The man punched the side, closely to the Benedict's cheek, cracking the glass and his own fist. "PERHAPS I WAS WRONG, YOU HAVE NEVER LOVED HER! HOW-" Benedict can handle any bash from Tom but not that. He has loved Elizabeth far too much, he would leave MI6 for her, eloped somewhere far that no agents or enemies can find them both. He would willing to sacrifice his chance to become the future Director just to live the rest of his life with Elizabeth. He even wanted to propose to her after completing the current mission that he has been given by the agency.
He all the might he can muster, he threw Tom across the room, crashing his back first onto the solid cold ground and with it the apparatus that placed on the nearby table where he tried to hold himself up but ended up pouring like their shattering souls onto the floor. There were a moment of silence, pains were literally radiating from their heart, engulfing the room as they held onto each other's eyes, asking for forgiveness. There was nothing they could do for now but to help each other out from their sorrow and allow everything to flow back to its own course. Her death will be haunting them all till their last breath of life.
"Let us go to the Director and ask permission to be in the team to investigate her death," Benedict suggested, pulling his comrade up to his feet, tilting his head a little just to get another glimpse of the lady, "I will push hard to get his permission, for all of us. Will that do?"
The man nodded in silence, hands placed onto Benedict's shoulders and gave a tight squeeze, eyes sunken with tiredness and misery, knowing that it will be a hard chance to be involved in it but there's no harm trying. Something that he had learn from Elizabeth herself, it is a certain failure if you don't even want to put an effort on trying. Be strong.