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Carolyn's Bribe"Martin, you utter idiot." Martin cringed. Douglas had already been snide about the whole ordeal and that had been bad enough, he didn't really need Carolyn to add to it. "This is too much. Get back in the air and when you get back to Fitton tomorrow I don't want to see you."
"Yes Carolyn." Martin switched off the satcomm. "oh god, do you think she's going to fire me? Oh god oh god oh god."
"Well you did just divert to the sound of thousands of pounds and for the dire emergency of a beeping timepiece."
"Thank you, Douglas, I feel so much better." Martin just wanted to put his head in his hands. He was going to lose his job. Job, he almost laughed, he wasn't even paid, instead he started the pre-takeoff checklist.
They touched down in Fitton the next afternoon and Martin left the plane after completing the post landing checklist and grabbing his keys from his box in the hangar.
A Case of Mistaken Identity- IVSo many people- all ages, sizes, nationalities. All walking, few noticing two nearly-identical tall men who emerge from a shop and separate.
One with redder hair and freckles is trying to fight his natural awkwardness. He's trying to walk like Sherlock Holmes (it helps that he's wearing the man's clothes)- straight and tall. Confident. He imagines walking into MJN's office like this: looking like an actual captain, not mistaken for the copilot by every single patron. Commanding.
It's random thoughts like this that stop Martin Crieff from panicking and running away. He knows that, at this moment, he is being watched. Possibly through crosshairs He's less than a block away from 221 Baker Street, where the danger really begins.
Why did he agree to this in the first place?
The paler man with darker hair shifts in his uncomfortable aeroplane-captain's uniform. This hat is ridiculous. Who decided any kind of headwear would need this much gold braid?
Sherlock is on a mission. He needs to
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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