notquiteheartless | Deduction 1

[Sherlock Holmes has been on bedrest for about 48 hours.

However, when his doctor decides to go out for supplies and to see if any of the detective's clothes have shown up (it was either that or let the man get up and see himself, and apparently that was not going to be allowed)... the patient lets himself get up. Not much, just enough to make it into the sitting room.

Which is just as white-washed as the bedroom. Damn it.

Once he can stand to be on his feet for more than ten minutes at a time, those walls are getting painted or papered or something.

He's had time enough to read his Journal and the Guide it contains, and the system itself is straightforward enough. Something like a computer but not quite as efficient. Still, it's something.

It doesn't matter to him that his Journal is in his bedroom and John's is sitting out. It's John's he grabs and a pen nearby that he writes with, unaware of what was broadcast over the journals the previous day.]

I am aware that damage to the wings is ill-advised. However, I am curious: Seeing the distinct disadvantage that they pose, has anyone attempted to surgically remove them? Not ripping or merely cutting-- a proper medical procedure. An amputation. Has it been attempted? If it has, to what end?
SH

[After he's written out all of that, he starts on another project. To some, it may just be evidence of extreme boredom. Others... Well. Others might recognise it.]

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[The detached tone is almost as chilling as the question - of course, questions are almost always what amounts to a straight answer from Sherlock Holmes, in her experience.]

...Having put up with you for as long as I have, the first answer that springs to mind - what I'd do if I were you - is "think of something really clever and fix everything." Which is honestly embarrassing, for the record.

[But. Fine. Freak Logic.]

What would you do? If you were talking to a dead man who thought strangling a defenseless man to death was the best use of his time even with a handful of feathers missing and who was electing to give you the time of day about it for no discernible reason? If he was making even half an attempt to justify himself when ordinarily he really never would? If you were me, what would you do, because I shouldn't tell you this but I don't know what to think right now.

Maybe "Richard Brook" is what I claimed all along-- James Moriarty, a criminal mastermind, set not on killing but on destroying the one man who can stop him.

He's got half of what he wants-- there will be no resurrection in London. But I will stop him. Here and there.

If you think I'm going to stand by - if you think Lestrade is going to stand by and let you go off like a madman again and pull a stunt like you did in the medical bay...

Assuming you want anyone to believe you, trust you, or not lock you up, you're not off to a very good start.

I lost my temper.

[It's pointless to try and explain. There is no way to without sounding far, far too weak and sentimental.]

I should think that much is bloody well obvious! It wasn't even the right man!

...He says he's not the same man; I'm holding off on believing that, too. If I were either a criminal mastermind or a greedy actor who'd aided and abetted one, I wouldn't be very forthcoming about my identity either.

Well, at least you're finally considering the possibility, at least.

Well, I can't exactly go over all the previous cases you "helped" on with a fine-toothed comb like I was planning to, can I? I only got here a few days after the incident, and without anything to work with, I have to at least consider the possibility.

When you get back, please do that. Also go through the papers Mycroft will be bringing you and Detective Inspector Lestrade.

Those ought to satisfy you and his superiors. [There is a trace of a bitterness.] It's him you'll owe the apology to.

...If your brother could prove your innocence, then why--

[She really doesn't want to belabor the "jumped off a roof" point, but seriously.]

That doesn't make any sense.

There are only two men who know the answer to that. I intend to keep it that way.

[As dismissive of everything as Holmes can be, there's a tone in his voice as he says that... Too quiet, too human.]

[Sally's heard him act before, plenty of times, but this is...off, somehow. All of it.]

Lestrade doesn't know what happened.

He'd be angrier with me, for one thing.

["Angry" isn't the right word, but to be honest, she doesn't want to think about it enough to find the right one.]

He won't find out about it from me.

[One less person to ask (or want to ask) "why." John won't ask, but he sees the question in almost every look.]

How charitable. [Her voice is completely flat, though, because she knows he isn't doing it for her and because she's suddenly bone tired for a lot of reasons.]

Be careful, Sergeant Donovan.

[...With the tone he used... Sherlock Holmes could genuinely either be mocking her or perfectly serious.]

I--

[What. Just...what?]

...Right...

You too, then. No more throttling; I don't care what they've done.

I'll see what I can do.

[He comes near John, all bets are off.]

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