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jumpthegun) wrote2016-04-04 09:15 pm
jumpthegun) wrote2016-04-04 09:15 pm
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[Unfortunately, Sherlock would have had better luck checking the inside pockets of John's coat first. He knows the other man invades his pack regularly. Leaving the bottles of pills there would be foolhardy.]
Sherlock, get out of my pack, or I'll wake her up pulling it away from you.
Sherlock, get out of my pack, or I'll wake her up pulling it away from you.
[Damn. Not the pack then, he would have found something if they were there. That leaves John's clothes, or Mary's possessions, but he can hardly move onto them while John's awake.
So he holds up the bottle of shampoo and closes the pack.]
I dread to think what you're hiding that you don't want me to find for the sake of some shampoo.
[And with that he'll retreat. For now.
Another couple of hours later finds him creeping in even more stealthily. Stay asleep this time, Dr. Watson, you meddler!]
So he holds up the bottle of shampoo and closes the pack.]
I dread to think what you're hiding that you don't want me to find for the sake of some shampoo.
[And with that he'll retreat. For now.
Another couple of hours later finds him creeping in even more stealthily. Stay asleep this time, Dr. Watson, you meddler!]
[John doesn't stir this time, but Sherlock will encounter a new problem. John is now hugging his packs to himself, and he's using his coat as a blanket across himself and Mary. He's making quiet sounds of distress, as well, twitching in his sleep with nightmares.]
[He's torn now. His own selfish needs, or his friend's comfort. He weighs it up silently for a moment, before tutting in irritation at himself and moving to the bed to put a hand on John's shoulder and shake him once. Firmly. Mycroft would laugh at his sentimental choice, but Sherlock isn't the man he used to be and friends are more important than most other things now.]
I've come to bring back the shampoo.
[It'll probably be more appreciated as an excuse than drawing attention to the nightmares.]
I've come to bring back the shampoo.
[It'll probably be more appreciated as an excuse than drawing attention to the nightmares.]
Mary! [John reaches out blindly at the shake as he comes awake, hand brushing Sherlock's leg. He pulls back almost immediately, embarrassed. Shampoo. What? Oh, right.]
Fine, yeah. Thanks. Just go to sleep, would you? Lie down with us, if you want.
[John shoves his pack away, giving Sherlock the option of curling up next to John, or if he wants, there's the option of going around to Mary's side.]
Fine, yeah. Thanks. Just go to sleep, would you? Lie down with us, if you want.
[John shoves his pack away, giving Sherlock the option of curling up next to John, or if he wants, there's the option of going around to Mary's side.]
Mary's sleeping, she's fine.
[His voice is softer than most people hear it, but he understands that nightmare all too well. He has it himself. He's not sure he can offer more comfort than that, it's not his place, he's the one who caused her loss in the first place.
He nudges the pack aside with his foot and reaches out to tuck the coat over Mary a little more securely where it fell away while John woke, and if his hand happens to slide inside all the pockets as he does so, well... he's a good pickpocket, Lestrade and Mycroft can attest to that.]
I'm not tired, I'll put the shampoo back and leave you to it.
[His voice is softer than most people hear it, but he understands that nightmare all too well. He has it himself. He's not sure he can offer more comfort than that, it's not his place, he's the one who caused her loss in the first place.
He nudges the pack aside with his foot and reaches out to tuck the coat over Mary a little more securely where it fell away while John woke, and if his hand happens to slide inside all the pockets as he does so, well... he's a good pickpocket, Lestrade and Mycroft can attest to that.]
I'm not tired, I'll put the shampoo back and leave you to it.
[Sherlock will be able to feel multiple bottles, but he'll probably only be able to snag one without it being noticed. John's feeling more vulnerable than he wants to, and can't help whispering quietly.]
Don't go far. Please.
[The station isn't particularly large, but just the distance to the door right now seems like a chasm. He's not sure he'll be able to fall back asleep, and he wants his friend nearby, even just as a silent sentinel in the dark. He needs to know that Sherlock is safe.]
Don't go far. Please.
[The station isn't particularly large, but just the distance to the door right now seems like a chasm. He's not sure he'll be able to fall back asleep, and he wants his friend nearby, even just as a silent sentinel in the dark. He needs to know that Sherlock is safe.]
Edited 2017-05-13 23:21 (UTC)
[John's voice comes back a little breathless, and Mycroft will hear the crunch of snow on his end.] Right. We'll be there later this evening, I think. Before lockdown. We're just going to be checking one of the houses for supplies nearby. Are you doing all right? Found out the bloke I was bringing boots to got them from someone else. You can have the ones I'm carrying with me. They'll be better for your feet. Waterproof.
[At least he's found them! He does snag one to slip into his sleeve smoothly, he'll examine what he's got when he's out of the room. Though his steps are arrested by John's unusually emotional plea.
He fingers the bottle in his sleeve. He could walk out, John wouldn't stop him or think it odd. He doesn't. Instead he ends up taking a seat by the wall adjacent to where John is laid next to his wife. He knows John, he knows that he hates to be vulnerable and he hates to be pitied, he'll regret this come morning if Sherlock panders to him too much.]
...if you agree to play it properly, we can play Spyglass.
He fingers the bottle in his sleeve. He could walk out, John wouldn't stop him or think it odd. He doesn't. Instead he ends up taking a seat by the wall adjacent to where John is laid next to his wife. He knows John, he knows that he hates to be vulnerable and he hates to be pitied, he'll regret this come morning if Sherlock panders to him too much.]
...if you agree to play it properly, we can play Spyglass.
What's 'properly' in your book? Not by the rules?
[He's going to have to dredge up whatever Sherlock wrote about that damn game from his memories. It's better than picturing Mary dying in his arms. It's better than picturing Sherlock dying by his own hand, put into Culverton's clutches and left there by a man too stupid to observe the obvious.]
Yeah, all right. How are we actually playing it by your rules?
Yeah, all right. How are we actually playing it by your rules?
Sure. Try to dry off your feet and socks while you can. I know it's cold out and you probably don't have much, but you'll want to do your best to avoid frostbite. I don't want to have to amputate anything off of you.
[He sounds serious, rather than joking.]
[He sounds serious, rather than joking.]
[Mycroft was only mildly familiar with the consequences of exposure, he had been through different types of field training, though it had been years since a refresher. This was an unwelcome refresher.]
Understood, Doctor Watson. I'll be waiting.
Understood, Doctor Watson. I'll be waiting.
Edited 2017-05-14 04:12 (UTC)
See you soon.
[He'll sign off at that and just let Mary know the other man is waiting for them. Sherlock won't care. Or, more accurately, it will just put him in a fouler mood.]
[He'll sign off at that and just let Mary know the other man is waiting for them. Sherlock won't care. Or, more accurately, it will just put him in a fouler mood.]
[Fine. It's not like John has to justify the nature of his relationship with another man to a teenage alien. He's maybe a little sore, but that's what text is for.]
It should help a lot, especially if you're still planning on taking that over to the people in the Industrial area. Are you?
It should help a lot, especially if you're still planning on taking that over to the people in the Industrial area. Are you?
I AM YES. THAT'S WHAT I WAS PLANNING ON DOING BEFORE I GOT EATEN.
I MIGHT STOP BY THE CONVENIENCE STORE ON THE WAY THERE ANYWAY JUST IN CASE. MAYBE THERE'S SOMETHING USEFUL.
I MIGHT STOP BY THE CONVENIENCE STORE ON THE WAY THERE ANYWAY JUST IN CASE. MAYBE THERE'S SOMETHING USEFUL.
[He gestures for John to follow so as not to wake Mary, back over to his own pack where he pulls out the slightly battered box of Spyglass and begins to set it up.]
I will lay out the various clues you find as you work your way through the house, and play the witnesses you come across, until you have decided on your deduction. If you arrest the right person for the right reasons, you win.
I will lay out the various clues you find as you work your way through the house, and play the witnesses you come across, until you have decided on your deduction. If you arrest the right person for the right reasons, you win.
[ He can hear that hesitation. Far be it from Sylar to not cater to curiosity, so John will definitely be getting reports about this procedure. Not that he's going to say anything about that now- John's such a ridiculously moral person that he'd probably insist not to hear about it, just to keep his promise even more somehow. ]
Sure thing.
[ He pauses and it sounds like he's going to hang up for a moment. ]
Was this actually a civil conversation? Color me surprised.
Sure thing.
[ He pauses and it sounds like he's going to hang up for a moment. ]
Was this actually a civil conversation? Color me surprised.
[It feels like needling, and John's already on edge.]
Amazingly, I am capable of those. Good afternoon, Mr. Gray.
[He hangs up.]
Amazingly, I am capable of those. Good afternoon, Mr. Gray.
[He hangs up.]
[It's going to be a long night. But apparently Sherlock's in the mood for a bloody Dungeons & Dragons with a murder game. It's better than nightmares, though, or Sherlock indulging in drugs. John shivers a bit in the chilly gas station as he settles himself next to Sherlock.]
Who's our victim, then? The standard Mr. Boddy?
Who's our victim, then? The standard Mr. Boddy?
I'll be the victim, it always helps when you know the victim's physical characteristics well and this makes it easier.
[He draws the cards and shuffles through until he finds the ones that he has decided will be the murderer, the weapon, and the location, then slides them into the sleeve provided.]
Well, Detective Watson, you may begin.
[He draws the cards and shuffles through until he finds the ones that he has decided will be the murderer, the weapon, and the location, then slides them into the sleeve provided.]
Well, Detective Watson, you may begin.
[John sighs.]
Am I still rolling and moving my piece into different rooms?
[He grabs for the yellow piece. Colonel Mustard is his go-to.]
Am I still rolling and moving my piece into different rooms?
[He grabs for the yellow piece. Colonel Mustard is his go-to.]
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