#thequartermasterholmes

[axholmes]

Continued from here.

Once upon a time, Mycroft had been there for Sherlock.

He could remember being lifted onto Mycroft’s shoulder and watching fireworks explode in the sky, being awed over them and breathlessly explaining just what caused them to be so brilliant. But, then Mycfort went off to school and Q was born.

And Sherlock? He turned  just a little bitter.

Yet, he was the one who stayed with Q, cradled him as a baby and hoisted Q on his hip as a toddler, tucked Q against his chest when a nightmare woke Q up, leading Q into his bed. Sherlock didn’t mind, in fact, he found that he was rather good at being a big brother.

He was just good with children in general. Maybe it was because he had been so good with his own baby brother...

Shifting the child again, he ran his eyes over Q, noting the way Q rubbed his head. “And throwing toys too,” He chided with a soft click of his tongue, beginning the trek back up the stairs. “That means no story for you. We don’t throw toys.”

The child sulked, leaning back in Sherlock’s arms, trusting Sherlock to not let him fall. “Wont work,” Sherlock added, ignoring the pout upon the child’s face. “You were naughty and thus, you get punished.”

How else would a child learn?

                                                                                 { @thequartermasterholmes }

[slicinggazelle]

@thequartermasterholmes

Gazelle had heard of his guy from some of her contacts. The only name she new him as was the codename they had told her: Q. 

A man with that much intelligence and ingenuity was both a potential ally and a certain threat. She wasn’t sure how much he knew about Valentine or the group that was trying to stop them, but it was worth finding out.

[missemoneypenny]

Codename

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Been there done that, Currently Doing That, It Happened Once In A Dream, If I Had To Pick A Dude, or Eagle #2

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@thequartermasterholmes  cont. from [X]

“I’ll look at your leg later, I don’t see blood squirting out so no major arteries were hit.” She told him as she triedto make him put as little pressure on his leg as she started walking while supporting him.  “This is the last timeI’m going into the field. Easy mission they said, will take just a day, they said. I’m going to kill them.”

[thekingoftheyard-blog]

@thequartermasterholmes

The room is in chaos. Half a dozen officers are half-shouting into phones,  desperate and urgent.  Another half dozen are tense and unsure, waiting for orders from their D.I., from any- one. 

    “ ---- you’re telling me that someone’s hacking their merry way through the Met’s database and not one person can work out how to stop them? Anyone?”

[oraculumin-a]

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ACTORS AU WITH @thequartermasterholmes

{🌼} It was her first big job, as a small time actress. Usually, they’d assign her to smaller roles. They said, in show business that your face already set the tone of your career; the TYPECASTED you with a certain type of character; Molly was neither the romantic heroine, nor the bad-ass new age rebel. Instead, she settled for for minor roles, the face you’d see passing by in the background, the supporting friend who was never there to see the happy ending. Until this job came. Her agent said it’d be perfect, as she passed her the script, and after Molly read it, she had to agree. Which was why she was there now, standing at the set, makeup done, waiting for everything else to be ready. No better time to introduce herself to her costar. “Hello.. I’m Molly. Molly Hooper.”

[oraculumin-a]

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@thequartermasterholmes Is trapped in the closet

{🌼} This wasn’t exactly the most comfortable situation. If she could move, she’d push past him and press her palms against the doors, bang against them, maybe even try to get someone’s attention. But the closet was SMALL. Molly was by no reason CLAUSTROPHOBIC, but even she recognised how small it was. She was also very aware of how his elbow seemed be almost resting on her shoulder, even with her back to the wall. How exactly they got here was a long and complicated story. Molly sighed. “We’ll just have to wait until morning. Someone will have to come get us.”

[lxngmayhereign]

“No, no, no, don’t die on me!”

Send me “No, no, no, don’t die on me!” for a scenario in which my muse dies protecting yours

It was a split second, but sometimes that’s all it takes, a split second before life or death is decided. Not that it was ever going to be hard for Mallory to make that decision. The moment Denbigh pulled out that second gun, Mallory already knew what he would do. And before the gun even had a chance to be pointed at the Quartermaster in the other room, Mallory had stepped in the way.

They both shot at the same time, or maybe one of them shot before the other, that Mallory doesn’t know. But when he feel himself falling, he does recognize that Denbigh is falling too.

It seems to be a while that he stares up at the ceiling, his body numb, before Q’s young face, filled with fear and panic, shows up in his field of vision. He lets go of a breath that he didn’t even know he was holding. Q is alright, Q is safe, that makes everything okay.

Before his eyes fall close, he sees Tanner and Eve coming into view. Q will be okay with them. They’ll look after him.