The American Dream - For pocketwatson

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"The American Dream"
Who: Sherlock and John (pocketwatson )
When: John heeds the words of Sherlock's mother and convinces Sherlock to leave England.  Now in New York, it's time to unleash Sherlock on America!

"Oh fuck you!"

Sherlock has been getting this response a lot today and that's because he's cranky.  Very cranky.  He doesn't like New York.  He doesn't like

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Disarmed with a kiss! Only John can manage those things and Sherlock marvels at it for a moment before he follows him out to the street again. He enjoys John's mouth everywhere. Jaws, calves, toes... Hm. An experiment for later to detect which feels the best?

Good plan!

Sherlock does not generally follow, but today he's decided to. It will be awhile still until John is in danger again. Excellent. He has time to be sure that all eyelashes are accounted for.

Distraction indeed.

[pocketwatson]

John will gladly welcome any activity that involves kissing Sherlock. It's his favourite pastime. He loves finding the little spots on Sherlock that no one else knows about.

In the cab, though, heading to Lower Manhattan toward their other hotel, John is also buzzing with a little excitement. He wants to know what great important secret he uncovered. If only they were back in London. He'd be able to dig through his old notes --

"Sherlock." John frowns, turning to his detective. "Why do they have to come after me? I've got all my notes and school books tucked away in my bedroom closet - Surely they know about that?" Then again, his notes are vague at best, but masterminds ought to be able to figure them out. "You don't think they've looked, do you? What if something's happened to Mrs. Hudson? We should call her."

But ... No, that wouldn't make sense, either, would it? If Mrs. Holmes knows about it, then obviously nothing could touch his notes or 221B or Mrs. Hudson. He'll call her anyway.

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"Did you keep your notes? Hm. You seem more Spartan. Well it's not the first time I've been wrong about minute details."

He pauses, which would have been fine if he was in front of John, but alas, off he goes, no mention that he's turned the corner rather than headed towards the curb. He needs a phone, a pay phone. His own won't do.

Deciding to leave the thoughts of what sort of biological samples can be found on the receiver when he locates a phone half a block away, Sherlock places a collect call to Lestrade. At home. The mathematics of time differences show that this is where he'll be.

"Yes, hello. Right. Greyson-- No, listen. Mind clearing out my landlady? Send her on a trip. And you'll take looking after the dog. Oh, don't argue."

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John doesn't realize that Sherlock has veered off until the last minute. He sighs, deciding Sherlock's a Big Boy and can find his own way home. John doesn't exactly feel comfortable standing on the street on waiting, so he goes to their hotel room on his own. But it's not until he's inside, by himself, that he starts to feel ... Unsettled.

He's tried hard not to give into the theory, but, alone, knowing that there are people who can easily find him if they wanted to, it's not so easy. He locks the door and puts the chain on. He'll watch telly until Sherlock gets back.

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If you're not at the
room, I will be sorely
disappointed, John.
SH.

Sherlock has never had a longer taxi ride, minus the one that was to bring him to John the night be departed England for Afghanistan. This one if making him get angry and abusive, though. The diver mostly ignores him.

He is relieved to see John in the chair and nearly falls on him. "You can't...you're attached to me, you understand? You must stay close!"

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Upon receiving the text, John unchains the door before settling back down to watch telly. Only he's not really watching the tv at all. In his lap are the documents, which he is carefully trying to make some sense of. It seems unfair that there is actually something hidden in here that he knows of, that he found and he can't figure it out.

When Sherlock stumbles in, he blinks, then rolls his eyes fondly as he reaches to caress Sherlock's curls.

"Oh, so you'd rather me stand alone, on the streets of New York City, a city which I know nothing about, instead of coming to the hotel where I can see every exit and entrance?"

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"I'd rather you pay a bit of attention for once!" There's no venom, no malice in the words. Sherlock is capable of those things, but not with John, no. Never with John. He butts noses and has half a mind to possessively curl up on John like a cat, but decides against it, snatching the papers instead. "Have you remembered or will you make me go through these? Chances are, you'll make me go through them no matter what. Fine. But come and join me." He stretches out in bed. Sherlock is quite demanding today.

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"Oh, I wouldn't want to be a distraction or anything," he scoffs, staying in his chair.

He won't cater to Sherlock when he's behaving like this. Not right away, anyway. Besides, Sherlock's mood is putting John in a mood.

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Sherlock's mood is entirely based off of fear. Not that he feel fear. He'll never admit it. Being without John for a few months has taught him that he really can't risk that happening again. And death...well. Not even John is amazing enough to come back from that. "Fine, tea then?" Because that will bring the other man close enough to snatch down to him. It's crude and imprecise... But Sherlock needs him. "And some nicotine patches." Right, because demanding always works so well!

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"Fine. Tea."

No patches, though. John is slowly trying to break Sherlock of bad habits. He makes some tea with the small kettle in their room, bringing the cup over to set on the bedside table.

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There! The moment the cup is down, impossibly long fingers wrap around John's wrist and with a tug, his lover falls into bed with him. Sherlock is more gentle than he use to be. "Stay, don't fight. I'll be good. And quiet as a mouse. I promise." A promise rarely is something Sherlock attempts to keep though. He settles his head on John's chest, tea ignored. "Don't be angry with me." There are quite a lot of directions going on. "I'll figure this out. An hour more. Comfortable? Good. Stay still."

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If Sherlock weren't so infuriatingly endearing, John would have problems with this. As it stands, John really can't find any problems with being snuggled up. He feels it's because Sherlock is now worried about him, but he doesn't say that. Instead he absently toys with Sherlock's hair.

"I'm not angry with you. Now talk me through what you've found. Maybe it will trigger my memory."

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A little hair pet and Sherlock was putty, closing his eyes as he recited what he knew about the Blue Parson project. It really wasn't all that much. Something to do with brain wave patterns and the stimulation of neural pathways in rodents. "Really John, testing on mice? How terrible! You should at least use primates--" Ah, so much for Sherlock caring about the plight of animals. "I haven't seen your name mentioned yet in the documents. They take time to decode. I'm sure you're the reason we're here though. Hm. All the more reason to keep you pinned down."

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"I really don't mind being pinned down by you," he murmurs, continuing to hair-pet. "Anyway, it's easier to get mice and rats for lab experiments than primates. Also, I hate monkeys."

John laughs, nudging his nose into Sherlock's hair and getting comfortable. He listens as Sherlock runs John through it, all things that John already knew, and he hmms a little.

"I remember that one of my tasks was to take the subjects that died and do a dissection of them. To see if there were any anomolies caused internally by the experiment."

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Unfair. Sherlock was both insanely jealous and insanely curious over the dissections. He turned his face up to judge the distance to John's mouth and decided to forgo the kiss until later when he could do it properly! Breathing in, he simply waited for the urge to ravish John to pass. It was taking quite a long time.

"What did you find? Oh no. No! You didn't. You were... Oh God! You were! You did it! Jumping to his feet, Sherlock started to pace, hands moving in small circles before he paused and glanced at John. "You're brilliant and you don't even know it!"

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He's a bit disappointed at the lack of a kiss. He thought he saw one coming there, but, apparently not. Oh well. He'll try to steal one later - Sherlock is starting to think out loud again.

"-- I'm what?" John frowns, then snorts, watching his detective as he paces. "What did I do?"