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[byronicsherlock]

Who: Sherlock and Dr Caesares
What: Awkward/creepy wake up times
Where: Sherlock's cabin
When: Thursday morning
Warnings/Notes: Swearing? Throwing things?

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[iam_aghost]

Caesares had, honestly, broken in the first time, then taken some keys. It was a little underhand, but he'd admit to it - and somehow, he got the impression John's friend would appreciate the privacy. So he came back a few times a day to check on him, and he was just about to leave when Sherlock woke up.

Well, he stirred, which was a definite improvement on before. So he picked his way over, and gently put a hand on the other man's shoulder, hoping to wake him properly without disturbing him too much.

He'd all but forgotten the fact he'd never really met him.

[byronicsherlock]

The sound of the other man's approach was masked by Sherlock's sleepiness and the general noise of the barge, but he couldn't mistake the feel of a hand on his shoulder. He huffed into the blankets. "Goway. Sleeping," he mumbled, shaking the hand off.

[iam_aghost]

Damn. Caesares was loathed to disturb him, but it somehow felt distinctly unethical to be here and have him assume he was someone else, so he removed his hand, but said quietly, "I'm not John, I need to talk to you."

That actually sounded a bit creepier than first intended, so he added, "I'm a friend of his."

[byronicsherlock]

Not John.

The unknown voice sliced through the last of his dreams, and still sleepy and disoriented, Sherlock pulled away sharply. He missed the rest of what Caesares said in his rush to get upright, tangling his legs in the sheets as he scrambled to turn and get a look at the intruder in his room.

"What? Who do you-" He shoved at the mattress, tried to stand up, failed and succeeded in rolling himself and all his blankets over the other side and onto the floor, which he hit with a painful thump.