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[spoileralert]

[ Rude. You're just jealous, because she's getting some and you aren't. ]

Isn't there a standard dosage?

I have no idea. I used to be 140 lbs. Not sure how time travel and eating nothing but military rations will have affected that. I can't even tell you how long ago that was in a way that makes mathematical sense.

@ASolomons; audio; evening 178

[devoutish]

Congratulations.

[Here's here to tease you, Watson. I'm sorry.]

@jwatson; audio

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[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.]

[devoutish]

[There's just... a brief baffled pause before Alfie answers.]

The woman, John.

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[There's a longer pause on John's end.]

Oh. [He clears his throat.] Right. Yeah. Thanks.

[devoutish]

[And now for the inevitable question:]

What's this other thing, then?

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Nothing.

[Because that's not going to fly he follows up:]

Sherlock.

[devoutish]

Again?

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Never trust a drug addict. He had three bloody prescriptions for narcotics. He tried to get a fourth after I let him borrow my tablet. I've canceled everything and now he's pissed off at me. I just- I swear to god, I wanna strangle him sometimes. He won't even admit he's an addict, says it's all measured out to help him think.

[devoutish]

Three prescriptions means he likely has three bottles on him now, if not more.

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At least four. I got one for him that's not repeating. I don't know what happened. He was doing better. We hadn't had a danger night since the Woman... [John's anger shades into disappointment.] He's usually better than this. I know he is. He's even been trying to quit smoking.

[devoutish]

Are you going to take them?

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No. I've done enough damage for one night. I have to go perform an amputation tomorrow. I don't want him running off in a huff before I get back if he's too out of sorts.

[devoutish]

[Jesus Watson what is your life.]

Who's the patient?

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[Complicated.]

Stein. Couple of fingers. He and Kid are at the aquarium. I'm taking Mr. Taylor with me to keep him away from Sherlock. They'll just feed off of each other if I leave them alone with this bloody anomaly.

[devoutish]

Still playing nursemaid to the serial killer? How long is that gonna go on?

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However long he's hanging about Sherlock.

[Because as frustrated and angry with the other man as he is, John's not about to let any harm come to him.

Barring a well-deserved sock to the jaw.]

[devoutish]

And that'll be a while--?

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Presumably. I'm not exactly thrilled. But it's Sherlock's call until Mr. Taylor does anything else.

[John is a good soldier. Most of the time. Occasionally Sherlock tests his patience beyond the limit. And that's when he gets grabbed by the collar and threatened.]

[devoutish]

Not a democracy, are you.

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[You're funny, Alfie.]

I pick my battles.

[devoutish]

And yet, you were a captain.

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Captains report to majors.

[devoutish]

Major Sherlock. Who are the troops?

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[Okay. Admittedly, that sounds ridiculous and John snorts.]

He had a homeless network back home.

[There's a brief pause as he gets a little more serious.]

He's a civilian, but he's just got... you reminded me of him when we met. Some men have a presence, right? You can just feel it when they walk into a room and speak. You've met him, right? Maybe you didn't get that, but when we were back home and he was on a case... You'd be hard-pressed not to listen to him.