A Viola's Song

Broke My Heart

Michael walked soberly home after Sherlock and Irene had helped him take Viola's body to the morgue.

When he got home, he didn't expect his mother, Molly, to be sitting at the dining room table, expecting him because she always worked later than him. But since he had been with Sherlock and Irene, he got home a lot later than usual and did find his mother sitting cross-armed at the table. He made to run up the stairs to his room.

"Michael William Hooper!" Molly yelled.

He sighed and went back down.

"Where have you been?!" she asked angrily.

Those sixteen past years had been harsh to Molly and she was no longer the nice, love-struck girl she used to be. She has eventually found someone to marry. Someone she hadn't ever thought of liking, nevertheless marry: Greg. Greg Lestrade. He had finally divorced his wife and agreed to marrying Molly soon after. But he was too focused on work and she was too focused on work and Greg could see she still had some feelings for Sherlock so they eventually split up before she had Michael, their son, thus why his last name was Hooper. Also, when she found out about Viola and her parentage, she became overwhelmed with jealousy. These experiences made her a harsh mother and Michael longed to know her when she was nice.

Michael rushed to the table.

"Answer me!" Molly demanded.

"I-I was with Sherlock," Michael confessed.

"Oh, really? Or are you just saying that to get out of this?"

"Really, mum. You know I don't lie!"

"Yes, I know you don't," Molly sighed.

"Mum, Viola's dead."

"Oh," Molly said, unfolding her arms, "Oh, Michael. I know how you feel. Come here."

He walked over and they hugged, Michael shaking his head and saying, "You don't know how I feel, you knew he was alive, you helped him stay alive."

"No, that's not what I'm talking about. Viola Holmes ruined us both."

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After that, Michael went to bed but couldn't fall asleep. He was making a plan for the next day. A plan to stop Viola-or Merissa, whom he now knew she really was.

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The next day, Michael went to work as normal and tried to act normal.

When "Viola" and Hannah arrived, he made no change in the way he greeted them.

What he didn't know was that Merissa had a plan, too, to finally "shut up the annoying brat."

But Michael did notice the outline of a knife in her boot.

When Hannah had left to go to the bathroom, both Michael and Merissa saw their opportunity.

But Michael was cut short. "Hey, Michael," "Viola" said.

Michael acted casual. "Yeah?"

"Well, you're my boyfriend, right? And you like me, right?"

"Yeah."

"Well, come here."

"Okay."

Michael walked awkwardly across the room to sit on the chair next to "Viola."

Before he knew what was happening, "Viola" was leaning in close to him as if she was going to, well, kiss him.

She reached for her boot, but Michael got there first. He pulled the knife out and before Merissa could do anything, he stabbed her in the heart.

"YOU BROKE MY HEART, SO I'LL BREAK YOURS!!!!!!!!!!" Michael yelled as he stabbed her over and over and-

"Michael! What the hell are you doing?!"

"Hannah! Oh.....," Michael said, panting and looked down at the bleeding, motionless body sprawled out on the floor.

"Michael! You-you-YOU KILLED VIOLA!!!!!!!" Hannah screamed.

"Hannah, this isn't what it looks like. She's-she's not Viola," Michael attempted to explain.

"What? How? Of course she is!" Hannah insisted.

"No, no. Hannah, she's-was-Merissa," Michael continued.

"No!" Hannah yelled.

"Hannah, you've always wanted to meet Sherlock, right?"

"Don't change the subject!"

"Just-Hannah, come with me."

"No!"

"Yes. Hannah, Sherlock will explain everything."

Hannah didn't show any sign of agreement but followed Michael out the door, still sobbing.