Sherlock Holmes
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Mar 19, 2012 4:36:29 GMT
*raises an eyebrow*
*sarcastically and without thinking before he speaks*
Oh, I have no idea how hard it is to be an ex-addict who only stopped because I realized that I was only one step away from death. I have no idea what it's like to have dozens of people who want me dead. I have no idea what it's like to spend years in Europe, directionless and a ticking time bomb. I have no idea what it's like to have the only thing keeping me from losing touch with reality being my rather distant brother. I have no idea what it might be like to know that if I step into a certain city, I might be killed on the spot--no, wait, for me it was eastern Europe fresh from Soviet rule. You're quite right. I have no idea at all about even the slightest thing you might be going through.
*he hasn't told John about any of this. He knows Mycroft has mentioned it in passing, but Mycroft would know better than to go into detail. And here he is, in a fit of pique, blabbing it all to a woman he wishes he didn't know*
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Harriet Watson
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Post by Harriet Watson on Mar 19, 2012 4:39:04 GMT
*Harry stays silent for a moment, underneath her duvet*
Then why don't you understand? Why can't you let me go through it? Why do you have to... be you?
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Sherlock Holmes
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Mar 19, 2012 4:50:50 GMT
I can hardly be someone other than myself. It's rather the definition. And I do understand. I just don't understand why you're having such a hard time coping. Hormones, I expect.
*sighs, starting to wear out*
There's this thing called respect. It tends to get you what you want. Respect my space, my wishes, and I just may not clandestinely poison you by the end of this trip.
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Post by Harriet Watson on Mar 19, 2012 4:54:51 GMT
*Melanie's face floats into her mind again and she wants to tell Sherlock why she's having a hard time coping, why she wishes she was dead. But he won't care, so she doesn't say it*
I'm sorry. About the kiss. In my defence, I was pretty much convinced I was about to die.
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Sherlock Holmes
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Mar 19, 2012 5:10:16 GMT
Doesn't mean you have to clap mouths on the nearest thing with a pulse.
*he is calmer now, both from her apology and his own exhaustion*
My point is that you didn't even ask. About any of it. Just use your own things and not mine unless it's an emergency. And I don't mean feeling hormonal.
*he doesn't say another word as he weakly pulls the blankets back around him and falls back asleep*
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Post by Harriet Watson on Mar 19, 2012 9:49:50 GMT
*By the time Sherlock wakes up, Harry is sat at a table eating breakfast. She's wearing the satin dressing gown with her hair scraped into a bun, watching the news and eating a piece of bread slathered in jam*
Morning. Coffee?
*Quinn isn't there - he was shaken after last night's events and has gone to another room to get sleep and a large brandy. Breakfast is laid out and Harry has already spilt jam on a newspaper*
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Mar 19, 2012 14:47:12 GMT
Black, two sugars. *he tries to sit himself up and fails, getting to about thirty degrees before his arms give out and he falls back down with a whump*With a straw. And a biscuit. *he fumbles for his phone to text Quinn*Need to shower and shave. SH So, what madness have you put in the schedule for today?
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Post by Harriet Watson on Mar 19, 2012 15:06:54 GMT
*She stands up and brings him his coffee. There's no bandage on her ankle, the wound starting to heal properly, and a small tattoo is obvious on her inner-ankle; the outline of a dove, holding an olive branch.*
Here you go. With biscuit.
*She sits at the foot of his bed, looking pensieve. She slept well, for once, exhausted by everything. She looks so young suddenly, her eyes full of fear and innocence. The woman who shot four men last night has disappeared. The woman who screamed furiously at Sherlock has gone. In her place is a quiet, thoughtful and frightened young woman.*
I haven't scheduled anything. It's Robert Andersons' birthday. We're acting accordingly. I thought I could take you sight-seeing.
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Mar 19, 2012 15:20:37 GMT
Robert Anderson, the American child-murderer?
*he doubts that's who she's talking about, but it's the only Robert Anderson that floats to the top of his mind*
I hardly think that's appropriate.
*raises an eyebrow and sips his coffee, the straw cooling it slightly by the time it gets to his mouth*
*there is a knock on the door and Quinn enters, carrying his own coffee, but doesn't say anything as he rummages through Sherlock's things to get his clothes and shaving equipment*
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Post by Harriet Watson on Mar 19, 2012 15:26:14 GMT
Maybe. I don't know. It's what's on your passport. And why can't we go out? It's a nice day. I wanted to show you Sacre-Coeur.
*She stretches her toes and rolls her neck back, her body aching. She gets up to leave Quinn to his job, when she feels a sudden movement inside her. Hardly anything. Hardly a flutter. But, it was there*
Oh my God. I think it moved.
*Her voice is clipped and shocked, she freezes to the spot.*
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Mar 19, 2012 15:51:35 GMT
They do that. According to my mother, I never stopped.
*smiles somewhere between a sneer and a smirk*
Still haven't stopped.
*Quinn lifts him, and he shuts his eyes in frustration. He hates being so physically feeble, and is just about managing to keep his tongue civil*
*Quinn takes him into the bathroom and Harry hears the shower start. She can make out a grunt of pain which happens as Quinn is sponging down the bruise over his ribs, but other than that, nothing out of the ordinary*
*when the door opens again, half an hour later, Sherlock is half-dressed as Quinn uses the electric razor. It's not Sherlock's preferred method, but it's easiest for another person to use without damaging him, and as the steam wafts out of the bathroom, Sherlock looks almost as if he's in a trance--even though he slept through the night, he's exhausted. That'd be the damaged hypothalamus at work*
*when he's done being shaved, Quinn hands him his dark teal shirt, and Sherlock manages to completely put it on today on his own. This he finds soothing.*
Where to first, since you know Paris and I don't?
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Harriet Watson
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Post by Harriet Watson on Mar 19, 2012 16:06:55 GMT
I'll drive us to Sacre-Coeur. It's gorgeous. Lots of stairs, we'll have to go the back way. It's very... artistic. Ridiculously expensive.
*She pulls on her jacket over black skin-tight jeans and a cream blouse. She's forgoes make up and grabs her handbag.*
But the church is stunning. You can't forget it.
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Sherlock Holmes
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Mar 19, 2012 16:13:02 GMT
Miss Watson, I rarely forget anything unless I have absolutely no need for it.
*rolls his eyes*
*they get halfway down the hallway to the lift before Sherlock suddenly stops, and when they don't hear the motor in the chair anymore, they turn to look. Quinn smiles almost fondly--Sherlock has fallen asleep and his head is on his chest. He goes back and manually pushes Sherlock to the lift where the sensation of falling associated with going downstairs wakes him suddenly*
No!
*looks around, mildly embarrassed and disorientated*
Must have...
*he yawns*
Drifted off.
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Harriet Watson
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Post by Harriet Watson on Mar 19, 2012 16:15:33 GMT
Well we didn't exactly have the most restful day yesterday, did we?
*They exit the lift and head towards the carpark. Glad to be in a car with windows intact, she gets in.*
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Sherlock Holmes
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Mar 19, 2012 16:37:01 GMT
*Quinn shakes his head, once again having put Sherlock in the backseat, he now begins to bungle the wheelchair into the boot*
*Sherlock has buckled himself in this time, though it took a while*
Do drive a bit more carefully. Bear in mind that rounding a corner too quickly, which would drive most people to hold the handles, could cause significant issues for me at present.
*Quinn gets in and buckles up*
"Everyone ready?"
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