Prompting Part XXXIV
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“Up here!” he called.
“What are you doing in my room?” was the faint reply.
Sherlock didn’t respond. He stared at the doorway for a moment with an unreadable expression until some instinct made him look up at John.
“What?”
“Nothing,” said John, wondering if his Sherlock ever looked at him like that.
Other John finally reached the top of the stairs and made it two steps into the room before he noticed John. His mouth fell open.
“Hi,” said John.”
“Alternate reality,” said Sherlock with a sniff, exactly as if he’d known about such things for years. “He’s not dangerous.”
John raised an eyebrow.
“No more dangerous than you are,” amended Sherlock.
“Right,” said Other John, still staring.
“A Sherlock in another dimension yanked me over for an experiment but hadn’t entirely thought through the ‘getting me home’ part.”
“Right,” said Other John again. “That … sounds quite plausible, actually. How’s it going so far?”
John tried really hard not to think about the last world. “Oh, you know. Fine.” He could feel his ears burning. He risked a glance up at Sherlock, whose nostrils flared briefly before his eyes went wide.
“With yourself? Or me?”
John shifted his feet. “Um …”
Sherlock looked faintly scandalised, which was a look to treasure.
Other John looked between them. “What?”
Sherlock cleared his throat. “It appears that your counterpart isn’t quite so heterosexual as you are.”
“I’m not heterosexual.”
“Yes you are.”
“I am not.” They were both frowning. John watched, fascinated; it was oddly reassuring to know that he and his Sherlock weren’t the only pair to start with an argument.
“You’re always insisting you’re not gay.”
“And I’m not. I’m bi.”
“Since when?” Sherlock had his hands on his hips and looked as if he’d just been slapped in the face with a kipper (which John could confirm from personal experience).
“Since always.”
“You never said.”
“You never asked.”
Sherlock’s gaze dropped to Other John’s mouth, and Other John licked his lips.
“Well, I’ll be off then,” said John to the zero people who were paying attention. Nobody paid attention to his mumbled code phrase either, and John smiled as the world disappeared and reassembled itself around him.
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