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Feb. 18th, 2012 04:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
punchmeitssubtextIt was shaping up to be a pleasantly slow Saturday afternoon at Baker Street. After a late-starting morning, they'd sorted through a handful of emails and texts together, then Sherlock had settled in with the violin and started playing a medley of The Who. (Living with John had brought his musical knowledge forward by about a hundred years, albeit in a sort of patchy way.) About halfway through "Teenage Wasteland", though, he stopped abruptly.
"God, I've just remembered. We're out of eggs and it's Sunday tomorrow. I'm going to run downstairs--do you need anything?"
"God, I've just remembered. We're out of eggs and it's Sunday tomorrow. I'm going to run downstairs--do you need anything?"
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Date: 2012-02-19 09:45 pm (UTC)"We're not in close communication," she replied, glancing up at John. "Which means I hear things secondhand about... what my son gets up to. And the sort of people he associates with. Frankly, it's upsetting not to know certain details."
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Date: 2012-02-20 12:59 am (UTC)Those details are probably none of your business.
"Well, that's Sherlock, isn't it?" He said, trying to lighten the mood. "Off in his own head."
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Date: 2012-02-20 01:11 am (UTC)Sherlock's fists clenched and unclenched in an unconscious pattern at his sides. S O S. S O S. S O S. Out loud he managed, "We've got patches."
"One cigarette never harmed anyone," she replied. "Don't be dramatic."
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Date: 2012-02-20 01:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-02-20 01:27 am (UTC)"Are you his drugs counsellor, then?" she asked. "Or--what's the word. His sponsor?"
Sherlock swayed a little, clearly wanting to move back into John's personal space bubble.
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Date: 2012-02-20 01:37 am (UTC)"No, Mrs. Holmes, I'm his flatmate. We've been living together for a few years now."
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Date: 2012-02-20 01:50 am (UTC)"Oh my God," Sherlock muttered.
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Date: 2012-02-20 02:00 am (UTC)"That doesn't sound like a question," he finally settled on, fighting to keep his voice level.
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Date: 2012-02-20 02:22 am (UTC)Sherlock looked like he was ready to scream.
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Date: 2012-02-20 02:33 am (UTC)"Sherlock visited my family this Christmas," he said, in lieu of an actual answer. "We had a lovely time. They approve of him."
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Date: 2012-02-20 02:44 am (UTC)"Because--university wasn't a phase, all right?"
The words nearly exploded out of him, blurring together and a little strangled. He'd gone red, rather suddenly, though whether that was from humiliation or anger was anyone's guess.
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Date: 2012-02-20 02:52 am (UTC)"We're long-term, Mrs. Holmes," he said, in a tone of voice that dared her to make something of it.
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Date: 2012-02-20 03:01 am (UTC)"That's all?" she asked, very steadily.
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Date: 2012-02-20 03:07 am (UTC)"Yes...?" he replied, uncertain. "We're uh, involved. And such. Wasn't that the concern?"
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Date: 2012-02-20 03:14 am (UTC)"Yes." Sherlock was trembling slightly, more like a shiver than anything else.
"And you still work with the police and Crown Prosecutors."
"Yes, of course, but I don't see--"
"So the only thing you've been hiding from your family is this--this--" she gestured at John.
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Date: 2012-02-20 03:21 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-02-20 03:27 am (UTC)"So he's not your dealer?"
"What--no!"
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Date: 2012-02-20 03:37 am (UTC)