Consulting Sniper (Moran's Story)

Authorized Epilogue: Sniper in Love

Hello. My name is Sherlock Holmes. But you may better know me as the seven-years-younger sister of the main protagonist, or should I say antagonist in this story.

Sabrina Moran is dead. If you weren't able to tell by her own sort-of epilogue, she died right after writing that last line. Moran overdosed on, what I can tell from looking at her body, heroin.

She was found almost immediately after. The cops happened to be watching her feed when she collapsed off her chair. She was reaching out toward her window. Moran had a heart attack; they'd tried to revive her but couldn't. The drugs were too strong.

I think Mycroft was watching her video feed at the time also. Because otherwise, how could they have rushed the job so much? Also, whenever she talks about it, she's got this grave look on her face that only appears on people who've seen something like that.

I was authorized by Sabrina Moran's publisher to write this. Not Mycroft. The publisher thought that if Mycroft were to write this which Sabrina was supposed to write herself, it would be "disrespectful."

It was supposed to be an acknowledgements section type thing. But since I don't even know who or what she'd credit, I'll do my own credits.

Well, you know I was obviously skeptical when the publisher told me to do this. I mean, she tried to kill me too. But the publisher narrowed down the number of people who could do this to the person she hated least and wanted to kill least.

So here's my epilogue. I think.

I am still as yet unsure of the content that I am supposed to provide in this space. I asked John, John Watson, when I saw him last week, and he told me to write what felt natural.

But as you likely know, feeling is not natural to me.

I do not like to call Sabrina by her original last name. I don't even like to call her Sabrina Moran-Holmes as I know Mycroft does sometimes.

Sabrina Moran is not a Holmes, as far as I am concerned. She would not have wanted me to call her a Holmes.

I do not even think she wanted to be called Sabrina Moran anymore. I think she really wanted to be Sabrina Moriarty.

Sabrina Moriarty, if she had married her soulmate and had he not died when I "died" at Reichenbach falls. And I did dismantle his network, too. I did it thoroughly and professionally...

I think he was using her the entire time, but that's just me. I mean, how could he not have been using her? That's impossible.

Mycroft really should have written this epilogue.

Anyway, so to wrap this up...

Disregarding the obvious, the fact that Moran was my sworn enemy throughout my entire life, the bane of my existence, I feel like I have to say something nice about her.

Sabrina Moran was not just a menace to society, but one who also disregarded the rules of life. She was dishonorably discharged from the army, but spited them beyond what they could have ever imagined by using what they taught her not to protect, but to destroy.

Moran also went on an archaeological dig where she did not guard, but hunt. And even when she did, the lesson she learnt from killing the tiger was not to avoid blood like another would have learned. Moran learned to love it, to crave it, for years afterward.

Sabrina went to college not to learn, but to drop out. She went with Moriarty not to be a sniper, but to fall in love.

She did not shoot to kill, she shot to miss. She didn't want revenge for her, but for Moriarty.

So a person of such defiance cannot be hated. She should be revered and learnt from! Someone must learn how to use her mental power to do better than she did. Maybe someone will use her spirit and persevere through the trials of illness, just to someday help others who might contract the same illness in the future. Or maybe they'll utilize her will and help save people in a third world country from starvation with the help of a charity they created.

I'm getting off track.

Maybe I should have paid John to write this in my voice.

So maybe after all this, after all the pain and frustration, Jim Moriarty and Sabrina Moran did not die in vain.