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mscutino · 2 months ago

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╰─ ✧*̥ 𝐌𝐂 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 爱

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╰─ ✧*̥ CH. 2 • Peru | Leon S. Kennedy

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CONDOR ONE

October 20, 2011

Berlin, Germany

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"Can't catch a break," Leon whispered to himself. He stared down at the message from Jill, letting him know she was in town and needed to talk. "Never can catch a break."

Leon pulled himself off the adorned street lamp, casting a long shadow across the brick ground. The plaza was empty. The lights were the only sign that people were once there. It felt warm, like a dream. His flight out would be in a few hours - early morning - but he had to come here at least once. Just to bathe in the normalcy a city plaza gave.

The restaurants and cafes had closed hours ago, but Leon walked slowly past them. His eyes filtering through the dark windows. His phone lightly buzzed, but he ignored it. Jill wouldn't be in town if it didn't mean a new assignment. An assignment the BSAA didn't want to deal with. Home was just a flight away, but he knew turning down a mission wasn't an option.

Leon plucked his phone back out of his pocket, swiping to see what else Jill had sent.

"I'll tell you the details tomorrow morning. Sorry, Leon. See you then."

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The sun was up in just a few hours, much to Leon's dismay. Moving swiftly through the thin crowd of people, he was back at the plaza, where Jill said she'd be.

"You're early," a voice cut through, accompanied by a hand on his shoulder. Leon didn't have to turn to recognize Jill's voice. "Come with me."

Leon was led to a pavement cafe, where chairs and tables were laid out across the plaza's center. The early morning sun beat down on them both.

"Here," Jill spoke first, placing a small folder in front of Leon labeled with the BSAA logo.

Leon huffed, "Good morning to you too. What's this?"

"Chris has been on my ass about this case. He wants me to hand this mission over to someone else. The BSAA is stretched thin, and they think we can't spare the resources for Chavez. Doesn't want to bother with it. Bigger fish to fry, I guess."

Bigger fish to fry?

Rolling his eyes, Leon fidgeted with the folder, opening it only slightly to see the contents inside.

"It's a case on Emilio Chavez, that one guy they keep complaining about on the news."

"Yeah," Leon sighed, "I'm familiar."

The D.S.O. has been trying to get rid of this guy for years at this point. Chavez was a corrupt politician and previous Umbrella patron. Nowadays, there's talk he funds bioweapon research for his own personal use.

"I thought we dealt with this guy years ago?"

"We never properly dealt with him; we just buried the problem under bigger ones." Jill squinted, shielding her face from the sun.

"And what do you want me to do about it?" Leon asked, frustration clear on his face and laced in his words.

"Assassinate him. Then you can go home."

Leon paused just to look pointedly back up at Jill. He dropped the file back on the table, "I'm not a hitman."

"I know," Jill grimaced at Leon's tone. She knew Leon well enough to know he would never agree to a flat out assassination. She waved towards the folder, "You'll find the information on your partner in there."

Looking back into the folder, Leon pulled out a paper plastered with your name and face. Everything he'd need to know, and only that.

"Not much on here. You sure this is even a real person?"

"Give me some credit; it was hard enough just to track her name down," Jill jokingly pleaded. "I've only talked to her once or twice. She's a catch."

"Sounds like you're setting me up on a date," Leon joked absentmindedly, scanning your file.

Jill ignored his statement, continuing, "She'll be doing the dirty work for you. She's the D.S.O.'s best sniper."

This fact piqued Leon's interest. No wonder he hadn't heard of you. You seemed to have a knack for going under the radar. A fact that rubbed Leon the wrong way.

He continued to skim through the short paragraphs, only stopping when he read the name of your F.O.S. agent.

"Hunnigan?" Leon sounded surprised. He hadn't talked to Hunnigan in months, and if he was being honest, his new partner wasn't half the agent that Hunnigan was. He missed the thoroughness only Hunnigan was capable of. "Small world."

"Y/N is already in Lima. You'll meet her there. I'm sure your F.O.S. agent will let you know."

Leon scoffed at her statement, leaning back in his chair. "I'll be surprised if she even knows how to turn her computer on."

"Then do yourself the favor and look through those files beforehand." Jill glanced sparingly at her watch before standing up from her seat.

Just before leaving Jill tapped the table, briefly catching Leon's attention one last time. "You should get some sleep. You look like you need it."

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Leon didn't get any sleep. He had been awake for over 24 hours by the time he arrived in Lima. The weather was warmer, and Leon welcomed it with open arms. It was comfortable enough to lull him to sleep.

He found himself in the middle of the town square, much like you just a few moments ago, staring up into the lights that adorned the city streets. They really could replace the stars.

"Condor One. She's arrived," spoke his F.O.S. agent, Harper. "Wouldn't want to give the wrong impression being late."

Leon sped up his pace without a word, opting to ignore whatever Harper was trying to relay to him. She really was just a half-ass excuse of an F.O.S. agent. She was a plethora of things, but 'good at her job' wasn't one of them. They'd only been paired up for a few months, yet she's managed to almost get him killed more times than Leon cared to count. Anything she could be saying now just fell on deaf ears.

He rounded a corner before being met with the cozy environment that was Cafe Central. Leon peered through the window briefly before landing on you. At least, who he hoped was you.

"She's here already, you said?" Leon asked his earpiece. Harper confirmed his question, yet it didn't ease his suspicions.

Your gaze was hardened and sharp. You seemed to be mumbling a few words under your breath. Maybe talking to Hunnigan, or maybe talking to yourself. Compared to the picture Jill provided, Leon, you were older. Your hair was longer. Your features were sharper. Your eyes were trained. A perfectly tailored product of war.

"Close enough," Leon sighed before walking through the doors of the cafe.

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mscutino · 2 months ago

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╰─ ✧*̥ 𝐌𝐂 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 爱

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╰─ ✧*̥ CH. 3 • Peru | Leon S. Kennedy

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WITHOUT A HITCH

October 21, 2011

Lima, Peru

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Leon made sure to remove the incessant voice in his ear and shoved the earpiece into his pocket.

When he walked in, his eyes dragged across the room before landing on you. You sat back, head down, and just barely catching him as he walked your way.

He was tall, wide, and stoic. Even dwarfing the room with his intimidating demeanor. Yet every step he took was quiet - purposeful.

"Leon," you stood, quickly jutting your hand out to meet his. "I'm -"

"Y/N L/N. Cyclops." His interjection wasn't meant to come off as rude, but it left your eyebrows raised in surprise. He didn't follow up with anything else, just shaking your hand and taking a seat.

The wood groaned under Leon's weight, and the room seemed to get a bit dimmer with him here. Something was off about his demeanor. His eyes seemed to beg for sleep, and his posture curled into himself.

You followed suit and took a seat, clearing your throat before speaking again. "Glad we're familiar. Hunnigan should be coming through soon. I'll get us a drink," you suggested, while taking out an earpiece for Leon to speak to Hunnigan. With the earpiece followed a black folder, the D.S.O. logo decorating the front.

Leon remained silent.

Instead of waiting for his response, you were already up and leaving. It had been less than a minute into the rendezvous and you were already seeking for a way out. The room had an unspoken tension that even left Leon shifting in his seat.

In an attempt to distract himself while you were gone, Leon fumbled with the items on the table. It only took a glance at the earpiece for him to recognize it.

Condor One '04

It was his old one. The writing on it took him back to missions with Hunnigan. Without a second thought he fit it into place, tapping in.

"Condor One? Long time no see," Hunnigan smiled on the opposite end.

"Long time no see, Roost." Hearing Hunnigans voice after so long was like a wave of relief. The familiarity sending Leon back in time. "It's just me right now."

"Ah, so you've met Y/N. Recognize her?"

"Sure," he lied. His memory failed to remind him of brief passerby's in the office with you or short conversations in the hallways. But tonight, that wasn't what he was focused on.

"Y'know, I'm kind of disappointed in you," Leon jokingly sighed, a playful hint in his words.

Hunnigan could only laugh. "Oh, how so?" Her smile could be heard through her words. It was amusing to hear Leon hadn't changed from the sulky boy he was last time they spoke.

"Couldn't do so much as to tell me about my assigned partner; had to do the work myself." Though his words were half-joking, and he knew Hunnigan had next to no reason to reach out, he figured maybe she'd warn him at the least.

Hunnigan sighed, an audible tsk coming through, "I figured that was Jill's job."

"Well, don't leave me out of the fun now," Leon stretched back into the chair, sparing a glance at your figure only a few feet a way.

Hunnigan struggled on the other end, no words fully being able to describe you. There also wasn't much she could share anyway. You were truly a special case.

"Well, she's a great shot. I can tell you that much," Hunnigan sighed, the sound of her nails tapping against her desk coming through softly.

"Besides that, she's as stubborn as a donkey and has an attitude that'll even give Jill a run for her money."

Just the idea made Leon scoff in amusement. "Didn't take her as the type."

Leon turned his gaze to your figure walking back to the table. You set down the drinks before tapping into your earpiece. "Cyclops to Sentinel? We're online."

Sentinel? Leon's eyebrows rose at Hunnigans new call sign. A sentinel was meant to be a soldier or guard who stands to keep watch. As the name suggested, Hunnigan was on watch no matter what. She had eyes and ears everywhere.

Holding the warm cup in his hands, he stared into the dark liquid, mulling over Hunnigans new callsign. "It's fitting."

"I'm sure she won't mind if you keep using 'Roost'," you shrugged, paying no mind to the tone in Leon's voice. It wasn't like he had an issue using Sentinel, but the reassurance of her old name just stuck better.

He took a sip of the drink, immediately taken a back by the order. He shot you a curious glance and a raised brow. It was made just how he liked it.

"Courtesy of Hunnigan."

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You lost track of how long you'd been in the cafe. Hunnigan spoke about a lot without speaking about anything. It was like following leads that only dragged you into circles.

"The intel we have is limited, but come tomorrow we will have a hit planned," Hunnigan assured you both.

"I'd like to get this done sooner rather than later," you sighed. Being a sitting duck in the mountains for three weeks had definitely taken its toll. If you weren't impatient before, you were now.

"Nothing you're not capable of," Hunnigan smiled on the other end. It felt more like she was trying to convince herself, but her effort is what counts. "I'll send coordinates to you both when we have a more precise location. In the meantime, you've been provided some of his more personal files."

Leon shifted the documents in his direction and flipped his way towards the files Hunnigan was referring to. The files were pages long and entailed all of Chavez' personal matters. Even his family.

Hunnigans voice came out again, and much more serious. "Use it however you seem fit."

You noticed how Leon's jaw tensed, and his brows dropped a bit further down. His eyes seemed to look through the paper instead of at it. He hovered over the page a few beats longer before responding back to Hunnigan.

"Thanks Hun, we'll take it from here."

"Thanks Hunnigan, talk soon," you tapped your earpiece, ending the call before turning to Leon.

"You seem excited, no?"

Leon set his cup to the side, leaning onto his elbows. He stared at his hands in thought before a sigh left his lips. He had something weighing on his mind. "You know," he began looking back up to you, "I found it weird your file was next to empty."

It was a weird comment, and your head tilted in confusion. "I don't follow."

"Your file was empty," he repeated, but this time with more conviction. "Even Jill acknowledged it." He hoped mentioning Jill would've sparked a small reaction out of you, but you still stared through him - almost bored.

Unsatisfied with the direction of the situation, Leon sat back up. "I think I'd be familiar with the supposed best sniper the D.S.O. has to offer, no?"

You shrugged, still nonchalant about the topic. "You flatter me."

"You running from something?"

"You questioning my integrity, Kennedy?" You narrowed your eyes onto him, the lights from the cafe no longer reflecting in your eyes.

"Handsome spotter by the way."

Your back tensed immediately. It felt like a frog was caught in your throat, and it took all of your self-restraint to not claw at the hives forming on your neck. "Excuse me?"

Finally. Leon started to get momentum. "Elliot Hughes? Codename Havoc? That's your spotter right?"

A void opened up in your gut. In an effort to keep up, you could only swallow the doubt and nod. "He's not up for grabs. There's plenty of other spotters on the market."

"It's impressive. You two have been partners for how long now?"

"Since '03."

Leon feigned surprise, looking at you incredulously. "Eight years is impressive.” Before he continued to speak, he pulled a crumbled mess of the file Jill oh-so-graciously lended him.

A file you were oh-so-graciously familiar with. "How do you have th-"

"Courtesy of Jill."

Instead of a feeling of uneasiness, fury began to boil in your gut. Jill would've never ratted you out. Leon mocking your previous words earlier only fueled the fire.

He turned the paper to you, before pointing at it in accusation. "You didn't join the D.S.O. until 2009." His finger traced down the short sections before landing on a portion reserved for an agents prior history, all of which was redacted.

"Care to share what you were up to beforehand?"

"I don't understand what this is about Kennedy," you breathed through a clenched jaw, "but if you insist on riding my ass about everything, why don't you ask Hunnigan?"

What you didn't know was that Hunnigan had been working overtime prior to the rendezvous to avoid Leon, and was even going as far as to leave a trail of misinformation away from you. Hunnigan knew Leon would be the first to raise the flag of suspicion.

You leaned back against the old chair, crossing your arms and tightening your features. You'd be dammed if you let anything slip. "I'm just here to do my job, and I suggest you follow suit."

Leon's jaw ticked, the shadow only visible under the dim lights of the cafe. He had one last question to ask, one last blow to the chest.

"You're lying about Elliot, aren't you?"

Your hands found purchase on the sides of the chair, gripping the little life left in the seat. "What could I possibly be lying about?" you scoffed.

"Elliot Hughes is a dead man." Leon slammed the file down with his palm, shoving it in your direction. "The D.S.O didn't even do you the favor of pretending he's your spotter."

It was so much information so quick. You couldn't hide the fear or frustration in your face anymore. The least you could do was stay silent.

Even as Leon returned to leaning forward onto his elbows and stared at you with a nasty glare, you sat silent. Anything you said now could be and would be used against you.

The tension in the room was suddenly overwhelming. The chairs were too close, the AC was too low, and the lights were too bright. The new claustrophobic feeling on top of the raging fire and burn of bile set off your fight or flight.

"So, do I need to ask you again?" Leon muttered. It was obvious he had gotten deep under your skin, but that was the intention. Leon would stop at nothing to sniff out a rat.

"Don't bother," you stood quickly, almost sending the chair falling backwards. "We're done here."

You moved quick, leaving your drink to get cold and the earpiece in Leon's hands. His eyes only followed to acknowledge you leaving. The sound of the door chiming music to his ears.

"Y/N?" Elliot's voice came through nervously, a tinge of worry in his words.

He watched you storm out of the cafe and race across the town square - fumes practically spewing from your ears.

"Pack up. We're leaving." Nothing about your tone seemed negotiable, so Elliot just nodded to himself and got to work. Disassembling the rifle and packing away excess gear.

The mere idea of another agent figuring out your true dealings with the D.S.O sent your stomach falling into itself, but now that Leon of all people caught wind of it, it was even worse. One wrong move on your part, and he'd have it all coming down in no time. Perks of being a government lapdog, and not to mention their favorite.

Elliot caught himself before asking anything else, tapping out of comms. "Hunnigan is going to be pissed."

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Loud footsteps boomed across the foyer, into the elevator, out into the hallways, before stumbling into the hotel room. You couldn't help but reach up to hold onto the tips of your ears to cool off the heat of humiliation.

"Fuck, Fuck, Fuck this," you ripped the earpiece out of your ear. You needed to leave before Leon ratted you out. All of Jill's efforts to help you out, and Hunnigans begrudging attitude to join would be in vain.

Barely tripping over your own feet, you threw your suitcase onto the bed. Yet, before you could even begin packing the earpiece lit up in your hands. It was tempting to ignore, but if it was an emergency? If it was Elliot? If it was -

You put the earpiece back in place, tapping in. "This is Cyclops."

A puff of air blew through the speaker. "It's just me."

"Am I supposed to be jumping for joy," you bit before stuttering out another breath. "Sorry, Ell."

On the other side of the line, Elliot fiddled with the hem of his shirt. He was back in his own room, and the thought of you a few hours prior had yet to leave his mind. "I just wanted to check in on you," he said quietly.

A brief silence hung over the both of you before Elliot spoke again. "Before you ask, I haven't packed."

"Don't worry about it," you sighed, reaching up to rub your temples. "I'll talk to Hunnigan about it tomorrow."

"Ok."

"Goodnight, Ell," you didn't spare another second before tapping out of the call.

This time you took the earpiece and chucked it across the room. You couldn't help but continue to seethe through gritted teeth. It almost hurt to breathe. The urge to dissolve into the floor was stronger than ever; however, the closest way to achieve that would be wallowing in the bed sheets.

You dropped the suitcase back onto the ground, carrying your limbs over the stretch of the bed. Just the mere idea of suffocating in the soft mix of linen and cotton was enough to distract your mind from tomorrow. Tomorrow, when you'd have to speak to Hunnigan.

Tomorrow, when you'd have to speak to Elliot.

Tomorrow, when you'd have to speak with Leon.

Before you could let the bed envelop you and your thoughts, your eyes caught the flicker of the towns lights outside. It was a moment of peace, however fleeting. People were now shuffling their ways home, dragging along drunk coworkers and friends. Some people looked to be on dates, cuddled up to keep warm. Others focused on closing down their stores, calling and telling loved ones they were on the way home.

Normalcy. Oh, how I envy you.

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mscutino · 2 months ago

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╰─ ✧*̥ 𝐌𝐂 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 爱

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╰─ ✧*̥ CH. 1 • Peru | Leon S. Kennedy

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CYCLOPS

October 21, 2011

Andes Mountains, Peru

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The days were still warm, but you knew that soon cold nights would bleed into cold days and then stretch into cold weeks.

You were perched up on a platform overlooking the mountain range with a rifle in between your arms. The cold wind stung at your face, despite the balaclava wrapped around your head. The metal of your rifle was like ice against your skin.

You were scouting for a man named Emilio Chavez, another rich man funding bioweapon research. Picking up where Umbrella left off.

Being assigned this mission was initially no big deal, but your patience was running thin. It had already been three weeks of staring at the same abandoned Umbrella facilities day in and day out, yet there was no sign of Chavez.

It was tempting to opt out of the mission, but as the D.S.O's top sniper, saying no was never an option. You had bills to pay, and if risking your life in foreign countries was the only way, it'd have to do. At least, that's what you told yourself.

"Sentinel to Cyclops, do you read me? Over." It was Hunnigan.

"I read. Over." Hunnigan and you were new partners, and you could tell she was still used to her former partner, Leon S. Kennedy. She wasn't very enthusiastic the first few days on the job, but you couldn't blame her. To be fair, anyone would be disappointed to be separated from the D.S.O.'s golden boy.

"Slight change of plans. We've re-tracked Chavez down. He's in Lima for a business exchange. You'll strike there," Hunnigan said, sounding somewhat bored and exhausted.

You reached back up to your earpiece. "No need to sound so excited. Moving out now, over."

"We have field agents infiltrating the exchange. Don't shoot friendlies."

"That was one time, and he didn't even die," you yawned, already getting up to pack your gear.

"But it happened nonetheless." You could just imagine Hunnigan's unamused expression. Probably deadpanning at her monitor or pinching the bridge of her nose in frustration.

To explain, you were on a mission in Las Vegas a few months ago. Thinking back on it, you don't even remember the target's name. You were perched in a hotel room window, watching a formal dinner on the opposite hotel balcony. Field agents were scattered all throughout the party. It wasn't a big deal; the agent just happened to move as you fired the trigger. The target still died, and the agent lived, so what's the big deal?

"Thanks to you, we now warn agents when you're the one behind the trigger."

"Consider me flattered," you said dryly. As much of a great partner Hunnigan was, you wished she wouldn't treat you like some delinquent. Her expectations of you were definitely sky high after having a partner like Leon for so many years.

Leon was assigned to a different F.O.S. agent about a year ago. The intensity of his missions began to ramp up after Spain, and ever since, he's been assigned a S-tier off-field agent. No one ever knows what that guy is doing now.

"Sentinel to Cyclops; EVAC is on the way. Over." You could already hear the chopper blades whirring in the distance.

"Over and Out."

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This was the first time in the last three weeks that you had the chance to take in the sights that the city of Lima offered. It was a quick change of pace from the snow-capped mountains you were due to return to soon enough. The streets were warm with vibrant colors and loud music, and in the distance were cheers from crowds of people huddled around TV screens, watching the latest football games.

You wore a simple outfit, or really the only other outfit you had that wasn't a uniform or thermal. Hunnigan informed you during the flight that you'd be paired up with Leon for the remainder of the mission, so it was time to get to know him outside of mission debriefs. So, this outfit would have to do.

"Y/N, have you found Cafe Central yet?" Hunnigan perked up in your ears, seemingly more excited by the sudden change of events.

"Trying. I'm not exactly a local though, so it's taking a minute," you sighed, doing a 360 to take in the sights and sounds of the city square. The dark and cloudy sky complimented Lima's nightlife perfectly; the lights set in front of shops replaced the stars and vibrantly flickered different colors. You could've sat there for hours admiring the warm yellow glow the city gave off.

"Don't worry, Hunni, you'll have a chance to talk to your golden boy soon enough," you reassured her, laughing softly at her disgruntled response. You couldn't deny, though, that you were also just as excited. Even though this wasn't the first time you'd spoken to Leon, it'd definitely be the first real conversation you'd have with him.

Leon has always been somewhat of an enigma. He disappears a lot more often from the office and tends to always return looking far worse than he left. You wondered what state he'd be in when you found the cafe.

You were pulled out of your thoughts by a sudden radio in through your earpiece.

"Havoc to Cyclops; coast is clear," it was the voice of Elliot, your spotter, and best friend.

"Thanks, Ell." You grinned; he always had you covered. Even on days where he had to watch your back for hours at a time, he never turned an opportunity down.

Your eyes dragged across the rooftops until you saw a brief flash, a flicker of reassurance. His way of saying you were going to be okay.

"Anything for the little lady. Just stay safe out there, and get back safely. Havoc over and out."

Elliot cut the line off before you could get another word in. One more flicker, and he went dark. He was flirty by nature, and teased you at every chance he could get. It reminded you of yourself towards Hunnigan, minus the flirting.

After a bit of searching, you finally spotted Cafe Central nestled in a corner, its ambiance a welcome escape from the bustling surroundings. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the comforting hum of conversations enveloped you as you walked in. There was no sign of Leon yet, so you spotted an empty table and decided to settle in.

"Tell your little boyfriend that I'm not waiting longer than I need to, so he better pick up the pace," you yawned, leaning into the back of the hollow chair. It's definitely seen better days.

"You're pretty impatient for a sniper."

"Only when I can spare."

As if on que, the door chimed, and there he was. Clad in his sheepskin leather jacket, white tee, and tattered blue jeans.

Leon S. Kennedy.

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John Cohen Members of the Q’ero Nation Thanking Their Llamas, Village of Ch allmachimpana, Peru 2005

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inevitably-johnlocked · 2 years ago

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hello steph! hope ure having a good day! i was wondering if you had any s3 fics of sherlock returning from the dead but where mary doesn't exist

Hey Nonny!

Oh gosh I have quite a few actually... Hmm. Let's start a list! Sorry for the delay on this one, took a bit to sort through and pull them out of the “See Also” lists <3. Enjoy, and as always, add your own fics, friends!

POST-TRF NO MARY

See also:

Post-TRF Divergence

Reverse Reichenbach

Reverse Reichenbach Pt. 2

John Jumps Instead of Sherlock in TRF

John Fakes his Death

Reunion and Other Post TRF Fics

Reunion and Other Post TRF Fics Pt. 2

Reunion and Other Post-TRF Fics Pt. 3

John Joins Sherlock During Hiatus

The Hollow Man by HHarris (G, 639 w., 1 Ch. || John’s Chair, Introspection, Sherlock’s Big Feelings™, Post TRF, Angst, Emotional Turmoil, POV Sherlock, Pining / Sad Sherlock) – Still reeling from the apparent loss of his one and only friend, Sherlock returns to 221B for the first time after the events of The Reichenbach Fall.

Reunited by MockJayPhoenix12 (K, 753 w., 1 Ch. || Friendship, Humour, Reunion) – Everything is falling right back into place, but it’s just a little too quick for John. One-shot, drabble, non-slash.

A Quiet Reunion by ShipAddict (K, 851 w. || Reunion, Angst, Sentiment) – Two years after Sherlock's faked death, he enters 221B Baker St. to see the man who grieved for him.

Black Cars by johnsarmylady (T, 1,186 w., 5 Ch. || Post-TRF, Friendship, Hurt/Comfort, 221B Ficlet) – John is getting on with his life...if only he didn't see black cars everywhere! A short Post Reichenbach tale in 221B style in 5 parts.

Didn’t by HermioneGirl96 (K, 1,208 w., 1 Ch. || Hurt/Comfort, Friendship) – Before Sherlock died, John didn’t need his cane, as he explains to the Sherlock whom he thinks is just a figment of his imagination. That is, until Mrs. Hudson confirms that Sherlock is really there.

Still Two Days Until We Say We're Sorry by PrettyArbitrary (K+, 1,463 w., 1 Ch. || Reunion, Hurt/Comfort, Friendship) – Sherlock is alive. John punches him for it. He's probably getting off lightly.

Conciliatory Coffee (It's All Fine) by dget (K+, 1,635 w., 1 Ch. || Hurt / Comfort, Friendship, Post-TRF Reunion) – "He can feel John's shuddering breaths in his own lungs, feel John's heart beating behind his own sternum." Because John Watson is a doctor, and Sherlock Holmes is a detective, and neither really knows how to be anything else. A post-Reichenbach reunion oneshot. Can be read as Johnlock.

Feel your breathing by Mixxy (T, 2,129 w., 1 Ch. || Post-TRF, Cuddling, Separation Anxiety, Platonics) – And he was numb yet feeling far too much, he was back on that pavement, and his mind was buzzing far too hard, whispering you didn’t do it in time, Mrs. Hudson is dead, Lestrade is dead, your John is dead dead dead- And then John’s hand was around his wrist, thumb rubbing over his pulse point, and Sherlock’s not sure if it was to comfort him or John but either way it worked.

Not The First by StillWaters1 (K+, 2,503 w., 1 Ch. || Angst, Friendship, Post-Reunion) – Discovering that John had spent twelve months volunteering at a MSF trauma hospital in Afghanistan was surprising. But not as surprising as the discussion that followed. A post-Reichenbach conversation and character study.

Turn the key, and come home by TooManyChoices (M, 2,718 w., 1 Ch. || Post-TRF, First Kiss / Time, Angst With a Happy Ending, Emotional Messes, Implied Sex, Angst and Humour, Bed Sharing) – Sherlock and John have been dancing around what's between them for years. Will John return to Baker Street, and if so, will things ever be the same?

In My Life (and dreams, you take my breath away) by Nina36 (NR, 2,847 w., 1 Ch. || Post-TRF/TEH, Angst, Pining Sherlock) – The first time he had dreamt about John he had been in Peru. He had been “dead” a little over a month, squatting in a tiny rented room, the heat and the stains on the walls making him slightly claustrophobic. It had been a nice dream: John and he eating take away Chinese in their kitchen, a song coming from Mrs. Hudson’s radio downstairs, something about friends and lovers and how no one compared with him, his mind supplied in his dream.

The Sound of Silence by Dubbers (T, 3,593 w., 1 Ch. || Friendship, Hurt/Comfort, Post-TRF Hiatus, Reunion) – After Sherlock's fall, John loses the ability to talk. Three years later, Sherlock is back.

On Hiatus: Rotterdam by rukushaka (T, 4,240 w., 1 Ch. || Friendship, Drama, Couple For A Case, Post-TRF, John Joins Sherlock, No Slash) – “Used them after uni a bit. Purely for research purposes, of course," Sherlock said tiredly, head lolling against John's shoulder." Sherlock goes on a mission alone, or: Two blokes in a luxury hotel in the Netherlands. Non-linear timeline. Set during the Hiatus.

Between Asleep and Awake by katydidit (K, 4,309 w., 1 Ch. || Friendship, Sick Fic, Post-TRF / Reunion) – John is sick. Incredibly, extremely, dangerously sick. Plagued by a high fever, he begins to hallucinate, start seeing things that aren't really there. Because they can't be there. Can they?

Not Without Me by Jennistar1 (T, 4,319 w., 1 Ch. || Drama, Mystery, Post-TRF Hiatus, Pining Sherlock) – Halfway through Sherlock's Great Hiatus, Mycroft comes to him with the news that John has died. But all is not what it seems…

Happy Christmas, You Arse by 1electricpirate (T, 4,766 w., 1 Ch. || Post-TRF, Fluff, Christmas) – In which evidence is presented that disqualifies Sherlock from being the Grinch, and everyone's shoes fit them perfectly well, thank you.

Memories Lost on Christmas Day by agnesanutter & PlainJane (G, 5,479 w., 3 Ch. || Post-TRF, Fluff, Hospitals, Worried Sherlock, Christmas) – It's the day before Christmas and Sherlock and John are exactly where they need to be....

Nothing Quite So Spectacular by Kerkerian-Horizon (K+, 5,762 w., 2 Ch. || Drama, Hurt / Comfort, Post-TRF) – How John Watson grieves after Sherlock Holmes' alleged suicide, and what happens when the detective returns home. Set post-Reichenbach, two parts.

Excerpts from Purgatory by reapersun & what_alchemy (E, 5,829 w., 1 Ch. || Post-TRF, Doctor John, Reunion Fic, Rough Sex, Angry Sex, Bottomlock, Fic with Pics) – John serves community service in homeless shelters for chinning the superintendent. Unbeknownst to him, the Homeless Network has his back.

The Strait of Juan de Fuca by mightypog (T, 6,400 w., 1 Ch. || Post-TRF, Vacation, Love Confessions, Friends to Lovers, Canada, Love Confessions, Angst With Happy Ending) – Sherlock is back and all seems forgiven, but something is missing between him and John. Their friendship initially appears intact, but Sherlock doesn't understand why John seems to be slipping away. Finally, in terror, he tries to reconnect with John by taking him to the one place that seems to inspire any emotional interest in John any more: the Canadian wilderness. While there, Sherlock faces his greatest fear.

Survival Instinct by shirleyholmes (T, 7,162 w., 1 Ch. || Post-TRF, First Kiss, Schmoop, Nightmares, Fluff & Angst, Grief, Idiots in Love) – After Sherlock's "comeback" John starts obsessing with constantly making sure he's alive (checking his heartbeat etc.)

In Which "John" Becomes a Synonym for "Help" by asignoftwo (T, 7,391 w., 1 Ch. || Post-TRF, S2 Divergence, Injured John, Worried Sherlock, Fluff) – After the fall Sherlock returns to Baker Street and is reunited with John. When John is injured on a case Sherlock is faced with the reality that he could lose John again, and it tears him apart.

Drowning in Darkness by chappysmom (T, 7,575 w., 4 Ch. || Hurt/Comfort, Kidnapped John, Post-TRF Hiatus / Reunion, John Whump, Angst with Happy Ending, Depressed John, Background Case Fic) – He couldn't decide if it was a relief or a curse that he'd been left completely, absolutely alone. You couldn't fight darkness with your fists, and no matter how strong your will-power, it could be beaten down by the constant monotony of nothingness. Nobody needed John.

Every Night I Look for You by destinationtoast (E, 8,377 w., 1 Ch. || Post-TRF, POV John, Angst, Mystery, Unsafe Sex, BAMF John) – Every night, John looks for familiar hints of Sherlock in the men he meets in bars, and he does with them all the things he wishes he’d done before. Eventually, he stumbles into a situation that Sherlock would know how to handle, and John must decide whether he can handle it without him.

All the Times Something ALMOST Happened by allonsys_girl (T, 9,049 w., 6 Ch. || POV Sherlock, Pining Sherlock, Canon Compliant, Angst, Friendship/Love, UST) – John and Sherlock dancing around what they dance around in canon.

Our Sudden and Strange Return by Arwen Jade Kenobi (T, 10,314 w., 1 Ch. || Post-TRF, Friendship) – One year, eight months, and an odd number of days after the alleged fatal fall Mycroft gets a message from Sherlock saying that he's back.

A Comprehensive Taxonomy of Tobacco-Ash by Silvergirl (E, 11,475 w., 2 Ch. || No TRF AU || No Mary, Cranky Sherlock, Alternating POV’s, Self-Esteem Issues, Jealous John, Pining John, Confessions, First Kiss, Frottage, Bed Sharing, Sensuality, Cuddling, Touching) – A handsome academic approaches Sherlock about publishing his magnum opus on tobacco-ash in a prestigious scientific journal. Sherlock is quite flattered and flustered, and John’s nose is out of joint.In this little AU there is no Fall and no Mary. Instead, there is humor and smut. Truly a disproportionate amount of smut.

Where the Sun Never Shines by teahigh (T, 11,634 w., 1 Ch. || Post-TRF, PTSD, Nightmares, Hurt/Comfort, Implied Sex) – John is a mess. Sherlock can't fix him, but he tries. That's good enough, John thinks.

White Blank Page by SarahCat1717 (M, 11,936 w. || Post-TRF, Clever John, Reunion Fic, Pining Sherlock, Letters, Fantasies) – Post-fall, Sherlock is off eliminating Moriarty's crime web. He finds he misses John. He can't divulge that he still lives, but he placates his need to communicate with John and still feel a connection with him by sending him blank letters. But over time, this writing exercise lends itself to Sherlock exploring his feelings for his friend. What will happen when Sherlock returns to London and the man he has been "writing" to regularly for the past two years? NOT S3 compliant. Mary who?

There's So Much Labour Just in Breathing Lately by Susan (E, 12,708 w., 1 Ch. || Post-TRF / Mentions of S3 Events, Romance, Angst, Grief/Mourning, Grieving John, Mutual Pining, Meddling Mycroft, Therapy, Ambiguous Hopeful Ending, Infidelity) – The dreams he hated most – the ones that left him a sweating, shaking mess when he woke – were the ones in which Sherlock was just Sherlock. Laughing or drinking tea. Sitting across the table from him at Angelo’s eating pasta. Trailing his open hand behind him on the way to the bedroom. “C’mon, John. I’m about to have my way with you.”

I Will Take Care Of You by SailorChibi (T, 16,664 w., 15 Ch. || Hurt/Comfort, Sick Sherlock, BAMF John, BAMF Lestrade, Reunion Fic) – Two years after Sherlock's death, John comes to find him on the sofa. Wounded and ill, Sherlock is convinced he's hallucinating and refuses to share any details about Moran or the fact that Mycroft has been compromised. That doesn't stop John from stepping up and taking care of the last of Moriarty's web, BAMF-style.

Traitor's Gate by roane (E, 17,714 w., 6 Ch. || Post-TRF, Case Fic, Mystery, Bets and Wagers, Undercover for a Case, BAMF John, Scientist Sherlock, Teasing, Established Relationship, Military Base, Sexting/Texting, Military/Uniform Kink, Frottage, Dirty Sex, Anal, Bottomlock) – John and Sherlock go undercover at a top secret government lab to find out who is selling research. John is back in uniform and Sherlock is back in a laboratory, but they have to pose as strangers. Sherlock thinks he'll have an easy time of it, but John has his doubts. It's up to them to find out who is responsible for putting a dangerous weapon in the wrong hands, and try to keep their hands off each other at the same time.

Five Times: Watching and Waiting by Ira Lea (K+, 23,034 w., 13 Ch. || Friendship, Post-TRF, No Slash) – Five times Sherlock didn't know John was watching, and one time he made sure of it. Five times John didn't know Sherlock was watching, and one time he figured it out. Three years of "he's dead", one moment of "he's alive", and the resulting chase through the streets of London. (Two 5:1s in quick succession and a bonus).

I Shall Not Be Thy Refuge Once More by Crystal Rose of Pollux (T, 25,518 w., 12 Ch. || Post-TRF, Drama, Friendship, Reunion, John’s PTSD, PTSD Episode) – Post Fall, return fic. Sherlock had wanted nothing more than to take down the rest of Moriarty’s network with his blogger by his side. But when his planned reunion goes very, very wrong, Sherlock finds himself distrusting and fearful of the one person he thought he could always count on.

The Sexual Awakening of Sherlock Holmes and Dr. John Watson by suitesamba (M, 24,579 w., 10 Ch. || Post-TRF, Case Fic, Hurt/Comfort, First Kiss/Time) – Sherlock owes Mycroft a favor. Mycroft calls in that favor by offering Sherlock's consulting services in a charity auction. Sherlock and John soon find themselves at the country manor of Mrs. Ives-Patton Smarmington III - not very coincidentally a long-time friend of Sherlock's mother - where they are reluctant participants in her Murder Mystery Weekend. It's a play within a play for Sherlock and John, and their roles for the weekend event bleed over into their real lives, waking the sleeping dragons within.

To Mend Icarus by AlessNox (T, 28,347 w., 14 Ch. || Post-TRF / Pre-S3 Divergence, BAMF John, Anger, Fighting, Sex, Bed Sharing, Stalking, Case Fic, John’s Past, Introspection, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Crime, Mythology, Darkness) – After a case lands John Watson in court, he tells Sherlock that he is leaving. Not understanding why, Sherlock decides that the only way to learn the truth is to investigate his flatmate, Dr. John Watson. Sherlock finds that coming back is not enough to fix all of the damage that he caused by leaving. A post Reichenbach, post reunion re-discovery fic.

A Home for Us by sussexbound (M, 30,581 w., 12 Ch. || Scars, Bedsharing, Grief, Doctor John, Hurt/Comfort, Post-TRF, Implied/Referenced Torture, Sherlock POV, Pining Sherlock, Suicidal Ideation, Heavy Emotions, Clingy Sherlock, Hallucinations, Disassociation, Emotional Turmoil) – He has been on the road for two years, and he is exhausted. He’s almost accepted that he will never see London (John) again—almost. But then there are nights like tonight, where he is weak, and all he can think of is the warmth of the flat they once shared, the crackle of the fire in the hearth, the teasing smile playing at the corner of John’s lips, the boxes of half-eaten Chinese takeaway balanced precariously in their laps. He aches at the memory of it, at the realisation that it is something he may never experience again.

Sunday Evening 6 p.m. by Silvergirl (E, 30,712 w., 6 Ch. || Post-TRF / TEH Divergence, Grief / Mourning / Stages of Grief, Mutual Pining, Dreams, Reunion, Love Confessions, First Kiss / Time, Alternating First Person POV, Smart John, BAMF Boys, Emotional Love Making, Song Fic, Referenced Suicide, First Kiss / Time, Touching, Sleepy Sherlock, Blow Job, Villain Mary) – Six months after Sherlock jumped, he learns that John is dedicating songs to him on a requests-only radio programme. Is John just working through grief? Or is he—communicating? Fixes the hell out of S3 by pre-empting it altogether. Remember, as TAB told us, John is Pretty Damn Smart.

LHR-HNL by scullyseviltwin (E, 35,066 w., 7 Ch. || Hawaiian Vacation, Post-TRF, Friends To Lovers, Slow Burn, Just Talk Already, Drinking, Mutual Pining) – In need of an endangered flora sample, Sherlock and John must make a trip to an unexpected destination.

Holmes is where the heart is by Rose de Sharon (T, 49,636 w., 13 Ch. || Hurt/Comfort, Friendship, Post-TRF, Reunion Fic, Bromance, Empty House Inspired, Adventure) – Three years after the Reichenbach Fall. On the anniversary of Sherlock's death, John pays a visit at 221 B Baker Street… and he gets the shock of his life.

The Norwood Love Builders by flawedamythyst (T, 47,798 w., 9 Ch. || Fake Relationship, Case Fic, Slow Burn, Post TRF Angst) – Sherlock and John go undercover to solve the murder of Joanna Oldacre, but things are complicated by the many feelings John has been repressing in the wake of Sherlock's faked death and return.

The Burning by SrebrnaFH (M, 60,658 w., 24 Ch. || Reverse Reichenbach, Suicide, Depression, Hurt Sherlock / John, Separation, BAMF John, Good Big Brother Mycroft, Angst, Implied/Referenced Torture, Fake Character Death, Rescue Mission, Reconciliation / Reunion, Hospitalization, Marriage Proposal, Illnesses, Physical Therapy, Happily Ever After) – Something went very, very wrong. John had seemed, if not happy, then reasonably content with his life. Sherlock had never predicted something like THIS might have happened. Not in his worst nightmares. He was the lousiest friend ever, apparently. At least Mycroft found him something to occupy his mind with, so that he didn't have to go back to 221B and stare at the walls and the chair, where John Watson would never sit again.

The Quiet Man by ivyblossom (E, 157,369 w., 58 Ch. || Post-TRF, John First POV, Grief/Mourning, Angst, Present Tense, Imaginary Sherlock) – "Do you just carry on talking when I'm away?"

Against the Rest of the World by SilentAuror (E, 151,714 w., 20 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Post-TRF, Hiatus Fic, POV First Person Sherlock, Present Tense, First Kiss/Time, Big Brother Mycroft, Escaping from Capture, Soft Sherlock, Toplock, Insecurity, Infidelity, Travelling, Introspection, Pining Sherlock, Depression, Fantasies, Yearning for the Past, PTSD Sherlock, Suicidal Ideation) – Sherlock has been away from London for nine hundred and twelve days and counting, and has no idea what sort of reception to expect when he finally returns.

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