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The blood had finally dried as you unlocked the door to your beach front cottage. Mycroft was supposed to be in London all weekend so did not need to know that your latest mission had resulted in some minor injuries. At least that was the plan, and all well laid plans usually go to waste. None of the lights in the front of the cottage had been on as you approached, however, upon unlocking the front door and pushing it open you found yourself being bathe in the glow of kitchen light. Mycroft appeared in the doorway and was quickly joined by John and Sherlock, all of whom had heard the door opening. “What are you doing here?’, R

"(F/n)..." Your former still figure began to shift and turn as you murmured soft sounds of distress, muffled by your restless sleep. "...Shall we try this again..?" All you could hear were the whispers, the cries, crowding your mind, spilling out of your subconscious, filling your very being. "'For the better'...?! What makes it so much better?!" Sweat began to accumulate on your forehead as you continued to fidget anxiously. "I think you need to go." We can try again if you want, (f/n)... "It just makes me so damn pissed! He not only closed the school, but he hurt my friends, too! That asshole--!" You gritted your teeth, grasping at the