You, sir, are guilty as sin, and I- no, we, my partner and I - despise you. But mark my words: The queer community is stronger than people like you. We’ll survive and thrive and continue to live and love.”
In the same minute, the door opened. The police, led by Greg, rushed in. As the handcuffed prisoner was led away, my partner called after him:
“History will forget your name.”
And it was a prophecy. For once, Sherlock Holmes asked his brother for help. No newspaper, no online outlet, no social media post mentioned Mr X by name. There was an anonymous donation for the Trevor Project. Apparently, the sum was quite lofty. Last, and as far as anyone reading the paper was aware, unrelated to anything in particular, there was a big photo of Sherlock Holmes and John Watson at London’s Pride.
The Scarlet Crossby@a-different-equation: Someone is crucifying male prostitutes in London. Can Sherlock Holmes and John Watson catch the killer before the beginning of Pride Month? (BBC!Johnlock, mature, ca. 8k, COMPLETE)
