So, there was that.

It's a whole hour before Tony realizes that there is somebody he can talk to about this besides Jarvis, who probably doesn't want to yet. He sends yet another email asking for Cal's phone number, which Jarvis provides.

Being Tony, he doesn't wait around pondering the social correctness of the call first. He just dials.

Sherry did, of course, do a background check.

"Andy Wright, age 24, graduated cum laude from Bethlem College in South Dakota with a BA in Creative Writing. No criminal record."

Tony was not impressed.

"Licensed bartender. Works in coffeeshops a great deal, as well. Published several poems in a few magazines around the country."He shouldn't have ( Read more... )

Two days after he lends the other Sherry his credit card, Tony decides he could do with a night out himself. Sherry-the one with a pulse-is taking care of things at the company for now, being Tony where needed, because Tony himself just cannot fucking deal. If he had to take one step into Obie's old office he thinks he would probably throw up. In a ( Read more... )

He worries about Sherry.

If you'd asked him, before he moved to the other corner of the continent, he wouldn't even have thought of the possibility. Worry? About Sherlock Holmes? What about him, exactly ( Read more... )

There's a Stark boy sprawled on the couch at Milliways. Black T-shirt, blue jeans, one bottle of beer in his hand and three of its depleted fellows lined up on the table beside him. His identity is not in question, particularly not to someone who knows the origin of the bruises slowly fading from the side of his neck.

It's been five days since this and two days since that and Tony only left the hospital to sleep last night because they kicked him out. But apparently Obie is awake and can have visitors now. Awesome.

Tony is not entirely sure, as he steps through the door into the (of course) private hospital room, that he isn't just going to strangle him.

(from here; warning for some fairly wrong goings-on all round)His room is on the second floor and it's really more of a suite. First through the door is a comfortable little living room containing all the essentials-squashy couch, wall-mounted plasma TV, bookshelf for Sherry, liquor cabinet for Tony, a pair of reasonably uncluttered desks side by ( Read more... )

"My first memory," he starts, gripping the edges of the podium with both hands, "is of falling off my bike. I was, like, five, and the damn thing had training wheels and I still managed to crash it. And Obie-" He smiles into the distance. "Okay, Obie laughed his ass off. Then he picked me up and got me going again ( Read more... )

"Cal," Tony asks as they pull into his driveway, "anybody ever told you you drive like a maniac?"

Tony gets tired of waiting for Sherry to come home at around one and goes to bed. The next morning, his first clue that something is wrong comes a few seconds after he gets up again ( Read more... )