Pairing: Gen, Mor/Mor if you squint
Length: 4390
Rating: T+
Warnings: None
Verse: BBC Sherlock
Author's summary: She works for them – with them – both, and they each offer her countless opportunities. For Jim, she’s a gunhand and something like a friend, for Mycroft, she’s a brain, a processor, and occasionally a useful pretty face. This arrangement works fine until Jim has to go and do something stupid.
Reccer's comments: I'm actually more than a little obsessed with Anthea, the idea of her. I also love all of lbmisscharlie's work, and this was written in the twilight between series 1 and 2. Bandit Queen is set before ASiP and up through TGG. Most of the violence is implied or referenced vaguely. This fic may have been
Jossed by series 2. . .OR WAS IT?
Anthea's past and role is explored here, being employed by both Jim and Mycroft. This is one of my favorite "_____ is actually Moran all along" theory fanfiction. lbmisscharlie has a way of creating a fleshed out AU that has you believing in it entirely.
Excerpt:
"That, my dear, is why you will work for me.” The words, stated mildly, were nonetheless forceful. “Because I can offer you outlets for your skills, but more importantly, I can offer you bigger challenges and better tools."
He left her at her own doorstep with a phone number, carefully hand written on the back of an old-fashioned calling card. Mycroft Holmes, it said, dense, heavy embossing, and she has always liked those who refuse to hide behind aliases.
Ironic, that. Her own life has been little more than one mask after another for a decade.