⚕ standing in the line of fire for the whole, my soul ⚕

[addictiveness]

WHO: sh_consulting & addictiveness
WHERE: The MAC
WHEN: A day or so after Jeroen's port in and their conversation
WARNINGS: Naaah what could happen man
SUMMARY: Two druggies meet up and talk.
FORMAT: Quickpara

Comments

[sh_consulting]

[Sherlock had been plucking at his Violin, sitting on his couch, staring at his wall.

When the door suddenly made noise he craned his neck backward with a sigh, and realized it was locked. He would just have to get up he supposed. He couldn't make out the voice on the other side.

He set his violin down on the couch, and strode to the door. He didn't bother to check the peephole, and swung the door wide, already speaking before he saw who was on the other side.]

Honestly, if you've already lost the key I can j-- [No. It wasn't John. His eyes narrowed.]

Oh. Hello.

[addictiveness]

Hi. [a little wave, a pause--then, knowing he's not who Sherlock was expecting] Sorry. I just--felt you. You feel different from everybody else, I thought I would check and see if you were okay.

[because that doesn't sound crazy or anything] Can I come in?

[sh_consulting]

[Sherlock stares at him for a moment, brow furrowed, his hand on the door.

Then his face relaxes somewhat as his mind catches up with him. Yes. Dutch accent, of course. Telepathy.

Ah, yes. Doctor.

[He steps back and pulls the door open.]

By all means.

[addictiveness]

[oh well that's different... He steps inside anyway because what is self preservation??] You know me?

[he wouldn't recognize Sherlock even if he looked like Jeremy Brett or something similarly totally obvious, he totally watched the cartoon... and the Great Mouse Detective probably. He's only like 25.]

...I could feel flattered... I could also poke around your head but it's better I just ask.