The End

[foundationmods]

After a long trial and a tearful rebirth, it was time to move on to the next journey. But where would they all go? And how would they be able to say 'goodbye' after seven weeks of bonding?

Those answers would not come easily. However, the Pieces did not need to make those decisions alone...🗈

Rest is needed, but it isn't quite time for that yet. No, there are places to go and people to see.

Given that most of the Pieces did want to return to the Foundation, the Witch of Dimensions opted to stop there first and drop them all off. The stragglers can be handled later, when he has rested and regained more of his energy.

But where did he decide to put them? After all, the Foundation knows they have gone missing. To return them right to where he took them from would only put them in danger. So instead, he opts to take them to the people best qualified to offer help with multi-dimensional dealings.

Comments

[improbablenotimpossible]

[Sherlock collapses as Mayuri gestures, the lenses making loud, scraping screeches as he tries to focuses them onto him before they collapsed as well]

Saving you from a grave error in judgment...

[The detective heaves. Well, he basically threw away his plans, but he doesn't regret it for one minute]

[cryosurgeon]

[Erhard is collapsed at Sherlock's side, trying and failing to grasp the Servant's hand even as he glares at Mayuri.]

If you'd asked for his help, he would've given it. You only tried to capture him to feed your own ego!

[improbablenotimpossible]

[His fingers brushes against Erhard's - close but so far. He knew given what he used, he'll probably face the brunt of the punishment, mad scientists don't like having their toys tampered with]

[cryosurgeon]

[They'll be separated, put in containment... the thought is unbearable after the weeks they spent apart already. How will he function without Sherlock, without his friends? He knows Mayuri's reputation, he knows the scientist has no concern for his subjects. What will this maniac do to the people he cares about?]

Sherlock...!

[improbablenotimpossible]

[After watching Moriarty, he exhales softly, his voice dropping into a whisper]

Wait and hope. I'll be waiting for you.

[cryosurgeon]

[A quiet sob rattles him. They keep finding each other, only to be quickly torn apart again. How many times can he take this? He can feel his mind threatening to blur into a dissociative state, and he once again tries to twitch his fingers against Sherlock's.]