Oh hey! Look I wrote another fan fiction, this time in the Sherlock universe. Although, it’s not actually fan fiction… more like putting my character (Valkyrie) and a friend’s character (Illyria) inside the story to help Sherlock after the Season 2 Episode 3 ‘Reichenbach Fall’. Enjoy:
No one had thought to check the rooftop which Sherlock had ‘fallen’ off.
Well, they did, technically… but they only gave it a once over glazed-eyed sweep. And they certainly did not check until afterwards - after Valkyrie and Illyria cleaned up the mess. It was certainly a new experience for Illyria, Valkyrie could tell you that. Illyria ran to the other side of the rooftop and emptied out her breakfast onto the London streets below. Thankfully there were no people underneath or nearby. Even Valkyrie felt a bit woozy, having to turn away and lean against the door frame. She felt her head go slightly dizzy but stomped the nausea down. She had seen more dead bodies than Illyria, sometimes it was her actions that had been the cause of their death, and Illyria was still somewhat new to this. You learnt to build up your resistance when it came to these things; cast an emotionless detachment from the person whom you once knew, now just a body lying motionless and lifeless on the ground. But that didn’t stop it from being like a punch to the gut every time you were in the situation.
When Illyria came back and stood next to Valkyrie, a shade paler than when they had arrived, Valkyrie had regained her composure. Nodding to each other, they both turned back to face what had to be cleaned up.
“Oh jeez. The smell. You should be glad you don’t have acute awareness Val. God damn it,” Illyria muttered, scrunching her nose. “Do we have to do this?”
Valkyrie sighed, just as motivated as Illyria was. “He told us to. We have to do it.”
“But why us?” Yet Illyria knew why they were called upon by Sherlock. They were the best options available.
“Look, why don’t you search the area? Collect the gun and Sherlock’s phone. I’ll take care of the body.”
Valkyrie walked up to Moriarty and stared down at him. The blood was pooled around Moriarty’s head, his dead eyes staring above into the London grey sky, an eccentric grin still plastered on his face. The guilty gun was a few centimetres away from his splayed hand. Valkyrie kicked the gun away from Moriarty’s hand, half expecting him to jolt awake and grab her foot. She was glad that she wouldn’t have to touch the madman in order to shadow-walk him back to base. It would take a toll on her, though, Valkyrie knew. She waved her hand over his body and felt an inkling of a life force. Odd. She should have felt none considering it had been a few days since The Fall. Not enough for Valkyrie to heal him (she doubted she could bring him back from Death), but there was something there, his essence lingering in the body. Before Valkyrie was able to further ponder what was wrong with Moriarty Illyria called out behind her.
She turned around and Illyria walked up to her, holding out Sherlock’s phone in her gloved hand. “Looks like John wasn’t the last person to call Sherlock.”
Valkyrie dug her hand in her trench coat pocket and pulled out her gloves and put them on. She took the slim phone and peered at the screen, a private number listed. “Who do you think it was?”
Illyria shrugged. “Someone from the homeless network maybe? But that’s not all.” She came up next to Valkyrie and pressed a few buttons, bringing up Sherlock’s call log. “See? Someone tried to call Sherlock after he had fallen as well. A few seconds too late it seems.”
“Irene tried to call.” Valkyrie frowned. “Seems like she was too late to save Sherlock this time. We’ll work out these things later, or better yet, get Sherlock to figure everything out - he usually does.”
Illyria grabbed Moriarty’s gun and took Sherlock’s phone, sealing both items into clear plastic bags. “So what are we going to do with the blood?”
“Take it with us.” Valkyrie replied, playing with her necromancy ring around on her finger with her thumb.
Illyria’s head whipped towards Valkyrie. “Wait. What?” Her eyes widened as she looked from Valkyrie to Moriarty.
“Well Sherlock did say to bring absolutely everything. And don’t worry, we don’t have to touch him to teleport him back to base.” Valkyrie held out her hand without her necromancy ring on it and Illyria took it. Valkyrie pulled on the shadows around her, most of the darkness coming from the death that surrounded Moriarty. The shadows swirled around the three, tendrils of black touching Moriarty and linking him to Valkyrie. Valkyrie clenched her fist and they vanished, not a trace of evidence left behind on the rooftop.