Sherlock Holmes (
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[Accidental Video]
[The problem with science is sometimes it can take too long. There's time in the middle to be idle, time to kill and no deaths to find interest in. There is simply so much time to just think on the things he can't forget and ruminate on all his failures. With an audience, Sherlock's narcissistic, arrogant, antagonistic attitude is neigh unstoppable but alone he is simply quiet, ghosting around his room in his dressing gown with a sullen expression on his face.
He picks up his violin and starts to play near the windows looking out, the sad melody finally completed as he expresses himself in the only way he really knows how.]
He picks up his violin and starts to play near the windows looking out, the sad melody finally completed as he expresses himself in the only way he really knows how.]
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Sherlock was playing.
And the music that shivered through the air--Bach, he recalled from his school days as well as Sherlock's musical repertoire--is sad toned, accompanied by what sounds like a piano through a radio, or some electronic device. Is Sherlock... playing a duet with someone? He's never heard the detective play in tandem with someone else.
He pushes the door open, freezing as he watched the detective dictate the last few notes from his violin before turning off his communication device, something about his expression pulling at the doctor. He fumbled awkwardly for a conversation starter, one that didn't imply his lingering outside the closed door like an eavesdropper.]
...Bach?
[He made it sound like a guess, gathered from the notes he had made his appearance for.]
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Yes, a sonata. Obviously.
[He loosens the bow strings, his dressing gown falling off his shoulder.]
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Right. Obviously.
[His gaze wanders over Sherlock's half turned back, frowning slightly. The haunting tone still rang in his ears.]
Rather melancholy sounding stuff. Could have sworn I heard a piano too... You doing alright?
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[He plops down in his chair. Dressing gown, sad music and plopping are not really parts of his 'fine' repertoire.]
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[John obviously isn't convinced. He's been around Sherlock enough to read the detective as well as anyone possibly could, and the uncharacteristic flop is a disconcerting addition to the mix.]
Well, not too bad then. Got to show off a bit, make some new friends? For an accidental recording it could have been far worse.
[He grins, though it quickly falls as he watched the other man.]
You know, you don't seem fine. Anything I could do...?
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[Weary sigh. So many little problems running through his mind. Little things that are more or less his fault entirely. Distractions would be nice....]
I wonder what it's like to die...
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[John's smile, quirking up at the tail end of his joke, freezes and wavers before dropping at Sherlock's last muttered wondering.]
'Wonder' what it's like to-- Jesus. None of that, now. It was hard enough watching you die once. I won't be having that happen again while I can help it, reincarnation or not.
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I'm sure I'll get the chance eventually. I can wait.
[He eyes the closet... going to get a packet of cigarettes if things don't become less... less this.]
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[John purses his lips, eyeing the sulking--that's right, sulking--detective with slight frustration.]
So save from contemplating your own death, you're just going to... sit there, is that it?
[The former soldier shifted his weight and folded his arms like a disappointed parent. If Sherlock wasn't going to tell him what was wrong beyond the boredom, and John was quite sure there was more to it, then there was little else he could do.]
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[Oh, where to even begin with what's wrong? You machine!; If you acted like a human being for once in your damned life...!; You're me. It's all very... compounded with odd concerns backed by his brother's words of wisdom and a very long fall. Even his lies which have kept him comfortable and now keep him safe are at John's expense. He never wanted to be a good man but he's a bit tired of being a disappointment.]
John.... If I lied to you, what would you do?
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...Where's this coming from?
[John said in a soft, whooshing breath, eyes soft but concern evident in his voice. He paused, considering the other man on the couch, before speaking again.]
I'd probably be put off. We might have a row. But then eventually... I don't know, you'd take off on one of your cases and I'd follow without a second thought and we'd just forget about it because that's just the way we are, isn't it? It's not as if you haven't lied to me before, and yet here we are.
[He smiles, just slightly, but even that alone is honest and unwavering.]
You usually have a reason you're not telling me the truth, even if I don't think it's a good reason.
[Then he twists that smile into something more of a wry, teasing snerk, pointing at the detective.]
Not that that's an invitation to lie, just so we're clear. I do like to be kept in the loop once in a while, you know.
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Like an old married couple. Just as well you'll never leave. I'd probably just follow you around anyway and restraining orders only work as hard as the people enforcing them. Which is not nearly as hard as I do.
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[He's teasing. He's joking. He's lying. There's something that twists in his gut low and hot when Sherlock fixes that gaze on him and his attention is fully on John. It's terrifying because it takes his breath away.]
And. Uh. Yes. I'm not planning on leaving any time soon, so you don't need to worry about that. Dedication is as hard to break as addiction and you're pretty lucky you've got both to hold over me, you nutter.
Again, that isn't to say that I'll forgive and forget easily, so don't push your luck.
[He's smiling back. Surely Sherlock would notice the lack of denial about being a sort of married couple, but John will leave that small confession subtle and undiscussed.]
What're you on about, then? You thought I was just going to up and leave?
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[He closes his eyes, the fingers of his right hand tapping against his left breast.]
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[He licked his lips, watching the detective drum out a rhythm over the muscle in his chest they were discussing.]
Look, Sherlock... I can't exactly make promises without knowing what's going on but... I'll keep that in mind when the time comes.
[He reached out and pressed a pair of fingers over Sherlock's tapping hand, stilling it momentarily against the detective's chest.]
So... even if I know you don't lack a heart, I'm not out to prove it and I'm not looking to cause yours any more strain the need be. Okay?
[After a short, pointed look to impose his sincerity, the doctor eventually draws his hand back, clearing his throat.]
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You're a remarkable man, John Watson. I don't tell you near as much as you deserve. And to show my gratitude for your loyalty, I seem to constantly test its boundaries. Thank you for thus far not having any.
[His John is a very good man. And even if people do think Sherlock could try harder to be 'normal' and more thoughtful, his relationship with John is not an example of him trying harder but of John's unique tolerance. Still... he probably could try a little harder. Move a little slower and wait for a conscious to step forward before diving in feet first.
But how dull.]
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Not at all. You said it after that... battlefield area, right?
[John clears his throat, not lingering on the event, just Sherlock and his actions and his reassurances...]
We're past thank yous. I wouldn't be here if I didn't want to, so I'm hardly remarkable.
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Coffee. Black, two sugars.
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[John snorts, but it's obvious he's bemused by the predictable demand as he shoves at the detective's reaching hand childishly before turning and heading into the kitchen to make coffee. The change of topic makes it easy to ignore the flustering that had taken over him momentarily.]
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[He leans his head back, watching him upside down more or less. It won't do to be upset about things with John around. John will just try and fix or understand them and... well, he doesn't really care for him to right now. So best to just... pretend. He's good at that. He takes a few deep breaths and decides he's done with his self reflection for now. Now it's time to spend time with John.]
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[He goes about making the coffee, only noticing Sherlock watching him upside down halfway through the process. The doctor tilted his head, as if about to turn their vision parallel only deciding last minute that it would be silly to do so. Still, he chuckles to himself and continues to glance over, smile never quite leaving his face at Sherlock's pose.
He can't see the things that are upsetting the detective, and if he could, he would probably do as predicted by the detective; strive to make them right. But if Sherlock won't allow him to do that for now, spending time with the detective is the doctor's natural inclination anyways, so that won't be an issue at all.
He finishes making the coffee, bringing the detective his black-with-two-sugars, nursing his own unsweetened drink as he looks down at the tilted back face.]
Might want to sit properly before attempting to drink this, you know. It's rather hot.
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So what interesting forays are you taking today?
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[He took a sip of his coffee, frowning as a mental note suddenly made itself known.]
Oh, right... I've got to spend the time to clean my handgun at some point today, though. It's been a couple weeks since I last fired it...
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Do we need to stop off by the vendors for anything specific or can you obtain all necessary substances and tools from the closet?
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The doctor blinks at the use of 'we' by the detective, but the idea that Sherlock wanted to stay with him for this seemingly mundane task wasn't unwelcome.]
I still have extra solvent and tools from last time... I just need some new rags. You... want me to set up in here?
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