1. i am SO BLOCKED ON THIS ONE WIP that i am so mad at it u guise i swear 2. i swear i'm normally sober a lot more often 3. omg soulbonding is so hilarious and a lot of it is really bad, like really, which is a shame 4. i should really go buy the book (read it in the library first go around) but i'd have to order it from amazon and that's effort
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Surprisingly, John finds he's really not that bothered by the idea of Sherlock reading his mind. That is, he is bothered. But he's bothered at Sherlock picking his pockets or storming into the bath when John's taking a shower, to talk to him about something could really afford to wait a few minutes.
In principle, Sherlock already knows everything about John.
There's just one problem.
"I'm not a guinea pig," John says, when Sherlock tries to convince him to put electrodes on his skull. He'd thought they'd already established the 'no experimenting on me' rule.
"But it's for science," Sherlock replies. The buzz of his excitement feels like drinking two cups of coffee before work. And washing it down with an energy drink during lunch. He points to his head, where thin, plastic electrodes are artfully arranged beneath his hair, carefully enough that they're barely noticeable. "I don't have any data yet!"
"No," John replies calmly. "Test it on yourself."
"That's boring," Sherlock snaps immediately. "I'd rather test it on you."
"Too bad," John says, and retreats strategically advances to his room.
Somehow, and John's still not completely sure how, this leads to something he's trying very hard not to think about as a psychic prank war.
Because Sherlock, being incredibly petulant and sulky like a child, has graduated from forcing images of inkblots into the forefront of John's mind to apparently trying to drive him mad with hallucinations.
And while Sherlock's witty and sometimes creative, this is a game John's played with Harry before when they were both young and bratty. When John sends Sherlock a vivid imagining of Sherlock being ripped apart and eaten alive by velociraptors, Sherlock's thoughts go opaque and hidden before John 'hears',
I -- I wasn't trying to antagonize you. Which is true, because John can feel Sherlock's emotions from across the flat, his uncertainty and his confusion.
I'm not mad, John replies. I just wanted to give you a taste of your own medicine.
Velociraptors have feathers, Sherlock tells him, and John sees an image of what a real raptor had looked like -- small and feathered. You misimagined them.
No I didn't, John insists. I liked the ones in Jurassic Park more. He hands over the knowledge (it feels a bit like the mental equivalent of letting Sherlock go through the files on his computer) when he feels Sherlock start probing for it. You didn't watch it, of course.
Boring.
I'll watch with you -- it won't be boring with two of us, and you'll have someone to listen to you make fun of them when they're wrong.
John's expecting the surprise, and the slowly-rising interest as Sherlock re-evaluates his expectations of the film-watching experience. What he's not expecting, not at all, is the rush of joy and excitement that follows, and a shy hope that John's never seen on Sherlock before.
"But it's for science," Sherlock replies. The buzz of his excitement feels like drinking two cups of coffee before work. And washing it down with an energy drink during lunch. He points to his head, where thin, plastic electrodes are artfully arranged beneath his hair, carefully enough that they're barely noticeable. "I don't have any data yet!"
"No," John replies calmly. "Test it on yourself."
"That's boring," Sherlock snaps immediately. "I'd rather test it on you."
should read as:
"But it's for science," Sherlock replies. The buzz of his excitement feels like drinking two cups of coffee before work. And washing it down with an energy drink during lunch. He points to his head, where thin, plastic electrodes are artfully arranged beneath his hair, carefully enough that they're barely noticeable. "Hurry up, I'm waiting for you."
"No," John replies calmly. "Test it by yourself."
"That's boring," Sherlock snaps immediately. "I'd rather test it on you."
2. i swear i'm normally sober a lot more often
3. omg soulbonding is so hilarious and a lot of it is really bad, like really, which is a shame
4. i should really go buy the book (read it in the library first go around) but i'd have to order it from amazon and that's effort
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Surprisingly, John finds he's really not that bothered by the idea of Sherlock reading his mind. That is, he is bothered. But he's bothered at Sherlock picking his pockets or storming into the bath when John's taking a shower, to talk to him about something could really afford to wait a few minutes.
In principle, Sherlock already knows everything about John.
There's just one problem.
"I'm not a guinea pig," John says, when Sherlock tries to convince him to put electrodes on his skull. He'd thought they'd already established the 'no experimenting on me' rule.
"But it's for science," Sherlock replies. The buzz of his excitement feels like drinking two cups of coffee before work. And washing it down with an energy drink during lunch. He points to his head, where thin, plastic electrodes are artfully arranged beneath his hair, carefully enough that they're barely noticeable. "I don't have any data yet!"
"No," John replies calmly. "Test it on yourself."
"That's boring," Sherlock snaps immediately. "I'd rather test it on you."
"Too bad," John says, and retreats strategically advances to his room.
Somehow, and John's still not completely sure how, this leads to something he's trying very hard not to think about as a psychic prank war.
Because Sherlock, being incredibly petulant and sulky like a child, has graduated from forcing images of inkblots into the forefront of John's mind to apparently trying to drive him mad with hallucinations.
And while Sherlock's witty and sometimes creative, this is a game John's played with Harry before when they were both young and bratty. When John sends Sherlock a vivid imagining of Sherlock being ripped apart and eaten alive by velociraptors, Sherlock's thoughts go opaque and hidden before John 'hears',
I -- I wasn't trying to antagonize you. Which is true, because John can feel Sherlock's emotions from across the flat, his uncertainty and his confusion.
I'm not mad, John replies. I just wanted to give you a taste of your own medicine.
Velociraptors have feathers, Sherlock tells him, and John sees an image of what a real raptor had looked like -- small and feathered. You misimagined them.
No I didn't, John insists. I liked the ones in Jurassic Park more. He hands over the knowledge (it feels a bit like the mental equivalent of letting Sherlock go through the files on his computer) when he feels Sherlock start probing for it. You didn't watch it, of course.
Boring.
I'll watch with you -- it won't be boring with two of us, and you'll have someone to listen to you make fun of them when they're wrong.
John's expecting the surprise, and the slowly-rising interest as Sherlock re-evaluates his expectations of the film-watching experience. What he's not expecting, not at all, is the rush of joy and excitement that follows, and a shy hope that John's never seen on Sherlock before.
But he thinks he likes it.
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"But it's for science," Sherlock replies. The buzz of his excitement feels like drinking two cups of coffee before work. And washing it down with an energy drink during lunch. He points to his head, where thin, plastic electrodes are artfully arranged beneath his hair, carefully enough that they're barely noticeable. "I don't have any data yet!"
"No," John replies calmly. "Test it on yourself."
"That's boring," Sherlock snaps immediately. "I'd rather test it on you."
should read as:
"But it's for science," Sherlock replies. The buzz of his excitement feels like drinking two cups of coffee before work. And washing it down with an energy drink during lunch. He points to his head, where thin, plastic electrodes are artfully arranged beneath his hair, carefully enough that they're barely noticeable. "Hurry up, I'm waiting for you."
"No," John replies calmly. "Test it by yourself."
"That's boring," Sherlock snaps immediately. "I'd rather test it on you."
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