Musgrave Ritual: The Other Woman
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sherlock60Canon Story: Musgrave Ritual
Title: The Other Woman
Author: azriona
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Author's Notes: I can’t help but wonder about Janet, the woman Brunton was seeing when he died. There must have been a reason he asked Rachel and not her for assistance – not like this answers that question, but still, I wonder. Not beta’ed or Britpicked; con-crit welcome. Mostly, I just want to know if it works!
“Janet, sit with Rachel,” said Mrs. Coulson; there was no one else. Rachel shivered, whimpered, flinched from the blanket I put on her shoulders, as though it were made of thorns. Her eyes begged me for mercy and atonement.
I think I knew then. I didn’t understand until later.
Mr. Musgrave says she fled to the Continent. I know better.
Title: The Other Woman
Author: azriona
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Author's Notes: I can’t help but wonder about Janet, the woman Brunton was seeing when he died. There must have been a reason he asked Rachel and not her for assistance – not like this answers that question, but still, I wonder. Not beta’ed or Britpicked; con-crit welcome. Mostly, I just want to know if it works!
“Janet, sit with Rachel,” said Mrs. Coulson; there was no one else. Rachel shivered, whimpered, flinched from the blanket I put on her shoulders, as though it were made of thorns. Her eyes begged me for mercy and atonement.
I think I knew then. I didn’t understand until later.
Mr. Musgrave says she fled to the Continent. I know better.
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