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[phaseshifter]

Just checking. You *did* neglect to mention where he serves you hot drinks! It could have been a cute fluffy romantic thing. :P

[jumpthegun]

Well, considering he's tried to drug me with hot drinks...

[phaseshifter]

[ That

would be funnier if Rhys hadn't drugged her and Vaughn with pancakes before running off yesterday

Bluh ]

Maybe keep him away from the fast food store in the southwest unless you're *really* desperate for coffee.

[jumpthegun]

I'm joking, Angel. It was for an experiment on a case. He was wrong about the sugar, anyway.

[Are you reading, Sherlock? He hopes you're reading.]

[phaseshifter]

There's a story here that demands to be told. Unless you want me to make The Face, anyway. Wrong about the sugar??

[jumpthegun]

We were on a case out in the countryside, working for a man named Henry Knight. His father had been killed out on the moor when he was just a kid by a massive hound, and Henry was being plagued by it, too. Local legend around those parts. There was a military research facility in the area called Baskerville and people supposed that maybe one of the genetically modified animals had gotten loose and was attacking people.

Sherlock and I sort of broke into the facility to have a look around. No giant dogs, but we did find a rabbit a little girl had messaged Sherlock about helping her find. Anyway, we got out of there, barely, and met with Mr. Knight, had some coffee and went to a place called Dewer's Hollow. It's where Mr. Knight's father had been killed.

Long story short there, Sherlock and Henry saw the hound, I didn't. Sherlock was trying to figure out why and supposed it was some sort of hallucinogenic thing. [He's skipping over a lot here, but the background it's all just lead up.]

But what was different? Why hadn't I seen it? I don't take sugar in my coffee, Sherlock and Henry do. The git decided he'd give me some of the sugar without mentioning what he was doing. We go back to Baskerville to have another look and talk with the bloke in charge, this time not breaking in. Sherlock had them trap me in one of the rooms, and ran his little experiment to see if he could get me to hallucinate the hound after dosing me.

Well, I saw the hound. Turned out it was from some pipes that were leaking hallucinogenic gas in the facility, though. Not the sugar. Sherlock just about had a conniption when he couldn't sort that out straight away.

[phaseshifter]

[ oh sweet space jesus THIS REALLY IS ANOTHER DOUCHEY PUZZLE-SOLVING SKAGLICKER SITUATION WHY

WHY THIS

W H Y ]

...when I said you must apologise for him a lot, clearly I should have said almost constantly. :TTTT That is SUCH a d*ck move!! Geez.
I suppose he must keep things interesting, though. Assuming this kinda thing happens often. You should write books.

[jumpthegun]

I had a blog back home where I wrote about our cases. He didn't like the titles I gave them.

[phaseshifter]

Why not?

If it was because you didn't title them "the amazing Sherlock and the case of the XYZ" I *am* going to barf. :P

[jumpthegun]

No, he just thought they were stupid. I titled the case where we met 'A Study in Pink.' There was a lady all in pink he used to get the clues we needed to catch a serial killer. That was extraordinary. He looked at this woman for two minutes and read her last moments, her profession, where she was from, the state of her marriage. Just standing there watching him go, it takes your breath away.

[phaseshifter]

Dude, you're. Doing the embarrassing fanboy thing again.

[jumpthegun]

Sorry. I'll shut up.

[phaseshifter]

I didn't mean it like that. It's kind of sweet! In a really dorky kind of way. :P

[jumpthegun]

People don't often appreciate what he can do because he's a dick about it. See everything here, really. But what we did, what he does, is help people. I guess I just want to make sure people understand that. Part of my blog was about helping people see the more human side of him.

He's a brat, and he's funny and charming when he wants to be. He solves missing bunny rabbit cases for little girls every once in awhile. He taught me some of his methods. He makes you think about the world differently, in ways you never thought about before.




I'm doing it again, aren't I?

[phaseshifter]

Yes. Except now you sound less of a dork and more like a lovestruck Disney princess. This is the part where you burst into song. :P

(I'm just teasing you)

 

 

(Mostly ♥)

[jumpthegun]

I've already done Spice Girls and The Clash. That's the most song you're getting out of me.

[howdull]

[Excuse you, John.]

I was not wrong. I hypothesised that the sightings were due to a drug, likely hallucinogenic in nature, probably stimulated by stress. I was right.

[jumpthegun]

There's always something, Sherlock.

[He's just going to quote your words back at you.]

Details are important.

[howdull]

[Sometimes he hates you, John Watson.]

Every available piece of evidence pointed to the sugar.

[jumpthegun]

And yet, it wasn't the sugar. Fancy that.

[He loves you, Sherlock.]

[howdull]

The experiment was still a success.

[Still sort of sorry about that, by the way.]

[jumpthegun]

You broke one of Dr. Mortimer's slides before you figured anything out.

[Still going to needle you to the end of time because of that, you prick.]

[howdull]

People don't need to know those sort of details, John.

[jumpthegun]

Maybe you want to stop trying to argue a clarification, Sherlock. Details have a way of coming out.

[howdull]

Did you mention U.M.Q.R.A. as well?

[He's not the only one who makes mistakes!!!]