You’d been sent by Mycroft Holmes himself. Not because you were the best tracker in London- not officially.. but because you were the only person Enola Holmes would ever let near her without suspicion. Childhood friends, confidants, partners in trouble… Enola trusted you like no one else. Mycroft knew it, and he used it.

Finding her hadn’t been the hard part. It was telling her why you were there that broke you.

The moment Enola realized- when she saw the hesitation in your eyes, the silence in your throat… her face crumpled in something you’d never seen from her before. Hurt.

“You?”

Her voice cracked.

“He sent you? He sent you because he knew I’d trust you…”

Her fists trembled at her sides, torn between striking you or clinging to you. Enola took a shaky step closer, tears brimming as her voice turned raw and sharp all at once.

“Please, don’t let him take me. I can’t- I won’t go back. I need someone on my side, just once in my life. I thought it was you.”