Sherlock Holmes
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Jan 12, 2012 22:59:15 GMT
*somewhat taken aback by her sudden outburst but dismisses it as a combination of the usual reaction he gets and her hormones*
I don't hate you. I barely know you. And even if I did, why would I accompany you to something so intimate as the first glimpse of your child? When I woke up this morning, I was hardly expecting to have to suffer through a hangover while fighting to keep my brother's privacy intact before going off and getting blown up. So forgive me if I'm a bit cross. I'm not trying to be.
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Harriet Watson
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Post by Harriet Watson on Jan 12, 2012 23:02:49 GMT
Intimate? *she snorts derisively* it's just a blob at the moment. I don't even know if... well. We'll see. I'm hardly the maternal type. And as for hardly knowing me *she steps into the elevator, watching as Sherlock is wheeled in after her* you're Sherlock Holmes. You should know everything from my shoesize to my favourite food by now.
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Jan 12, 2012 23:35:31 GMT
Three-meat pizza, I do believe.
*smiles just a little*
We were all blobs at one point.
I wonder what it was like for Mycroft in the years before I was conceived. All alone.
*his smile fades*
It must have been so hard.
What was it like, your childhood? John doesn't talk about it much.
Oh, look, from a hyperemotional drinking session to a philosophical afternoon on morphine. Lovely.
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Harriet Watson
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Post by Harriet Watson on Jan 12, 2012 23:41:44 GMT
Ooh, you're good. *Her eyes sparkle, if anything, Sherlock is a good distraction. The elevator comes to a halt and the trio make down a long corridor, Harry's strides becoming more confident*
Our childhood? Pretty normal, all told. After Dad died, John sort of looked after us all. Mum went mental when he joined up. She thought he'd settle in Harley Street. And then I came out - that's a story and a half, believe me - and went to prison after studying French and History at Uni. So yeah, pretty bland.
You?
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Jan 13, 2012 0:03:42 GMT
*in spite of himself, he finds he is telling her quite a bit*
Mycroft and I...our parents never paid much attention to us. Mycroft was a much better father than our own. We did a lot of reading together. Father was never particularly nice, especially to me--Mycroft was by far the favoured child and I was always the butt of his often cruel comparisons. Mycroft stood up for me. He was the closest thing to a friend I had growing up--certainly no one in school even slightly liked me, and it felt like he was abandoning me when he went off to university when I was eleven.
When I was thirteen, I read in the paper about the death of a swimmer in Bristol, and knew something was off, but the police didn't believe me. It was my first step towards my current profession and a case that was wide open until quite recently.
During the summer, when I was sixteen, I took a holiday by myself, just wandering the whole of Europe and ended up in some unsavoury situations. Mycroft was able to bail me out. Then I found co--
--caine. I've told her too much already.
*slightly embarrassed as no one knew these details except probably Mycroft*
Yes, well, you don't really need to know about that. You didn't need to know any of that. Blame the morphine.
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Post by Harriet Watson on Jan 13, 2012 0:13:49 GMT
*Harry gives Sherlock a warm smile as they reach the ultrasound room, and when she speaks her voice is kind*
It's okay. Being a kid is ****. God knows why we think being an adult is easier. As for family... well, I've got John - sort of. Mum's convinced I'm just going through a phase still, she hasn't stopped ringing me since the divorce.
And Europe? I lived in France for a few months with a girlfriend. What a place. All the wine, cigarettes and drugs you could dream of. Accompanied with endless carbs and swearing. *She sighs wistfully as the nurse wheels Sherlock into the ultrasound room. There's a clinical looking bed next to various beeping equipment and the walls are surrounded with posters saying words like 'trimester' and 'uterus'. Harry shudders, but allows the nurse to lay her down, covering her with a sheet so she can access her stomach.*
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Jan 13, 2012 1:03:43 GMT
*looks at the posters with his usual detachment*
You still haven't mentioned who the father is or how, being gay, there even is one. I doubt that even with copious amounts of alcohol in your system, you would have gone against your nature.
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Harriet Watson
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Post by Harriet Watson on Jan 13, 2012 1:10:39 GMT
Oh, Sherlock Holmes... *Despite trembling, she's got a wicked grin on her face, revealing straight white teeth. The Nurse leaves to fetch something and Harry laughs.* if only I'd met you five years ago. *Nothing* is against my nature.
*She pauses for a moment, musing over how her life would have been different*
The fun we would have had. The drugs we would have taken. And Jim Moriarty would *not* be calling you The Virgin.
*She laughs again, her eyes glittering.*
And *her voice takes a more serious tone, and her eyes dull* you probably could have saved me. From Clara, from Jim... from myself.
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Jan 13, 2012 1:18:16 GMT
*his nose twitches at the mention of Moriarty's name for him*
How do you know he calls me that?
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Post by Harriet Watson on Jan 13, 2012 1:21:38 GMT
I'm not a hermit, you know Sherlock. I do talk to people. Anyway, I want to hear more about your exciting teenage years, when you lived vicariously. You know, before you got boring.
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Jan 13, 2012 4:05:04 GMT
I'm not boring. I'm just not as reckless as I used to be. I'm sure John will attest to the fact that I'm just the opposite of boring.
Moriarty really enjoys using that nickname for me? In public?
*he's growing agitated despite the morphine*
I don't see why my lack of a sex life is any of his business. Or yours. Or anyone's but my own.
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Post by Harriet Watson on Jan 13, 2012 11:48:30 GMT
*She rolls her eyes at Sherlock's indignation*
Jim thinks everyone's sex life is his business. And I believe I'm sharing my sex life - or the product of it - with you, so we're pretty even, don't you think?
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Jan 13, 2012 13:11:49 GMT
*rubs his face, the morphine and the pain screwing with his thought processes*
Even. Maybe.
*the nurse begins applying the gel to Harry's abdomen*
*Sherlock watches with curiosity, as if he were watching an experiment rather than a very personal medical procedure*
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Post by Harriet Watson on Jan 13, 2012 13:16:49 GMT
*Harriet remains very still, her stomach bare and the gel cold. She doesn't know what to do with her hands, first placing them above her stomach, then on her lap, then by the side. Finally, she compromises, placing one hand on her lap and the other by her hip. There's a small tattoo on her waist, the Greek symbol for Infinity.*
*She smiles as Sherlock catches sight of the tattoo*
I got it done in Marseilles. To remind me that while life's short, your legacy remains.
*The Nurse suddenly produces an instrument from nowhere, and begins to run it around Harry's stomach. She winces, looking straight ahead for a few moments, when the sound of a tiny, fast heartbeat fills the room.*
"You've got a strong one here Ms Adler," the nurse nods, "It's not often we get a heartbeat this early."
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Jan 13, 2012 14:03:12 GMT
*sits up, finding it more fascinating than many things he had recently, even to the point he would almost have used the term "warmed my heart"*
John might be an uncle.
*warm smile*
*realizes it's probably the morphine making him more emotion-prone*
May I see it? I've never seen an ultrasound image this early in development.
Or at all in person.
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