Based on this intriguing piece of art by Axiniana.

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The shot had been loud enough to make him flinch, even though he knew it was coming.

He was the one pulling the trigger, after all.

( Sherlock watched as Jim Moriarty jerked, a flicker of surprise passing over his face as he pressed his hands to his side. )

It was warm and Bradley could see Colin sitting in the shade under a large tree, fiddling with something that Bradley couldn’t identify, his script lying forgotten (for now) on his lap.
( After all the accidents he’d had recently, as soon as he wasn’t filming he had been ushered into a safe spot where everyone could keep an eye on him. )