[John comes back to this message and looks up to wherever Sylar is. The urge to give him a two-fingered salute is nearly overwhelming. However, John is nothing if not a pragmatic man when he needs to be... and he needs to be right now. This is for Stein's sake, not his.]
I'll let you know when we get to the aquarium. Thank you.
I'll ask you not to share anything you've overheard with anyone else, as well, Mr. Sylar.
[Unfortunately, John's fuming at the moment about Sherlock and this message comes at the point that John assumes he's being 'teased' for something very much different. John looks up and over to where Sylar is before growling in a low voice.]
Bloody hell... what did that bastard tell you? It was none of his business.
[He's not sure why Sylar would tell Alfie about the row, but there you are.]
[There aren't a lot of people Claire wants to check on personally after what just happened, but John is one of them. She's still shaky on things, even after her talk with Alfie, and she feels the need to hear people's voices, to hear them sane and safe.]
Hey, John? I just - I'm just checking in. After...you know. All that.
[She pauses.]
I'm downtown. I...last night, I just. I ran away from everyone. Kept myself as far from other people as I could, and fought these...instincts. I managed to stay away. Are you okay?
[He's really not okay, but probably better off than some.]
Yeah. As well as can be expected. Picked up a pair of handcuffs a few days ago at Scot- at the police station here. Cuffed myself to some of the plumbing in the aquarium and took some sedatives. All I really did was bark.
[With one or two bites.]
Are you okay? I know this is... this happens sometimes. It's a lot of people's first time. It's never happened quite like this, but... yeah.
[ He calls back within five minutes of his and Sherlock's fight breaking up the call. He's disheveled and wincing, finally starting to feel the blows Sherlock hit him with. And he also looks drained, as if all the fight's been taken out of him. ]
Sherlock's fine. I'm pretty sure he's heading towards you. He left the aquarium, in any case.
[ Sherlock, you had better be going to John. Sylar doesn't want to take the fall for your not-murder. ]
[John keeps to voice as he's trying to focus on what's ahead of him, still jogging along. It's an effort to judge where the dips in the snow are, especially with the light starting to go.]
Right. I'm supposed to believe that. [Pics or it didn't happen, Sylar.] If he's hurt or his name turns up in the obituaries, Sylar, you will not like the man I become.
[He wants to snarl at the man to get out of the aquarium and never darken his doorstep again. But John's a practical man. If Sylar has killed Sherlock, he wants to be able to get at him and hold him and... possibly murder him in return. At least John is seriously considering it, even if that wouldn't be the right thing to do. It would be the satisfying thing.]
Stay where you are in the aquarium. I'll deal with you when I get there.
[It's about twenty minutes later, perhaps a bit less with how fast John has been moving through the snow, that he might well see a familiar figure stalking through the snowdrifts. Collar up, scarf done up tightly, eyes fixed on the middle distance.
He doesn't even see John, sweeping onwards as if to go straight past him.]
[It's difficult to judge how far Sherlock is actually away, but the Belstaff coat and blue scarf are unmistakable. Relief floods through him, though anger is hot on its heels. John raises a hand and his voice to catch the other man's attention.]
Sherlock!
[And he'll veer off his own course to intercept Sherlock.]
[It is extremely obvious that Claire is not happy when the video feed starts, showing her face and the downturned corners of her mouth. She contemplated audio,, but she doesn't mind actually making him sort of uncomfortable with her eyes.]
So. When I asked you after the other night if you were fine, you said yes. But since, I talked with some people who told me that you suffered a pretty significant injury. I get that -
[She sorts of deflates, kind of obviously. Sighs loudly.]
I get that I'm not your physician, and we don't know each other very well, but I could help. I'm willing to help.
[John sticks to voice, but he sounds guilty. He'd rather she not see him unless she specifically requests it.]
It's not... it's really not about being my physician. I've got everything patched up about as well as it can be. Didn't want to worry you when everything else had happened, either.
[It's pretty late in the afternoon, when the arrivals have already all been spoken to, when he finally gathers himself enough to call John. He has to tell someone just in case the worst happens, and John is the one he can trust to keep it private.]
I need to tell you something.
[No hello, voice agitated.]
But I need your word that nobody hears about it. Not Sherlock, not Alfie, not anyone.
[It takes quite a while for John to respond, and between Bucky's message about Pierce and the Joker being in the house, the doctor doesn't have an exceptional amount of good humor. John's voice is low, flat.]
Saw him, yeah. It means I'm an adaptation, and so is Sherlock... some actor bloke played him and Strange in movies or on the telly. I'm not real.
[You invited the semi-existential crisis here, Alfie.]
[He doesn't trust his voice this morning - not after the amount of screaming he just launched at Hange. So when he finally pulls up Watson's inbox, he sticks to text, begrudgingly typing out a message.]
doctor
when you have a moment
i need to speak to you about what happened a couple of nights ago
[ Yes, they're traveling together, but some things should be "written" in private. Especially since she doesn't want the Joker to hear how rattled John is.
[Alfie is still angry with Watson and is definitely not happy about contacting him again so soon, which is probably obvious by his flat, somewhat icy tone. But the list of viable doctors is dwindling fast, and it has to be done.]
Claire's dead, and Kid's being fucking unreasonable about getting further care. Slap some sense into him.
[There's a bit of a delayed response. John knows he's not going to enjoy the 'I told you so' that's coming, but Alfie needs to know to protect himself. The fact that Claire is dead is a punch to the gut, but he's not sure what he can even say right now. John keeps his own voice soft and entirely neutral.]
All right. I'm sorry about Claire.
I have good news and I have bad news, as well. Which would you like first?
[After Alfie, Claire gets her tablet to contact John. It's courtesy, and the need to remind herself that she's alive. She's alive, she can feel it in every bone in her body, in the cold seeping through her clothes, in how it hurts to breathe. She's alive.]
Hi John I just wanted to let you know that I was attacked by an anomaly yesterday if I'm correct, but I am back now. I am ok.
[She really isn't, but there's nothing to do about what's going through her head. Physically, she's okay enough.]
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[Immediately after this conversation, Bucky calls through to John. He sounds exhausted, tense, and resigned.]
The Avengers are hunting me as a criminal, they're going to ask you where I am. It's safer for you to play along with them, but safer for them if you lie. I'm sorry to ask this of you.
His MN Poisoning's been cured for the moment. Seems blood transfusions work. We'll see for how long. I'm going to be checking in with him regularly to see when it might be wearing off.
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