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[log] bad decisions [closed]

Characters: Sherlock and House
Location: Building 68
Date: Evening/Night of 292
Summary: Arguments and a possible experiment
Warnings: Possible blood transfusions, overdosing, drugs, and assisted suicide

[Sherlock knows that Greg is on his way, though not when he will arrive exactly, but he hopes that it's soon. He's had his corpse dug out and ready for two days now, and he's had to remain awake for those entire two days in order to make sure that it doesn't disappear when he's not looking.

He's used to not sleeping on cases, but it's a bit different to not be sleeping because clues are being examined and not sleeping because of watching a corpse.

It's so dull. Hurry up, Greg.]

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[House takes his sweetass time getting there. A. Because he's taking a meandering path to avoid any detection from Wilson and Stephen. And B. Because he doesn't actually want to do this. He'd toyed with the idea for himself, granted, but not bleeding himself dry, just injecting as much as he could take into a corpse. Sherlock has apparently decided to one-up him on that for insanity.

It's late in the morning when House arrives at Building 68. It's easy to spot the body and there's an immediate sensation of nausea and dizziness on entering the room.]

Looks like you two are having a good time. Sure you don't want me coming back later, Holmes?

[The nausea is something he's almost got used to by now, but then he has practise in pushing away the discomfort of his transport when he needs to. That doesn't mean that he doesn't look a little bit relieved when Greg finally gets there.]

Necrophilia jokes, really? Predictable.

You basically exude 'I screw corpses in my spare time,' dude. [Maybe not as bad as Undertaker did, but Sherlock gives off a certain creep factor.] Not surprised it's predictable.

[House sets down his pack and goes to examine the body, grimacing as the symptoms of acute MN Poisoning grow more pronounced with proximity. When he steps away, his nose is bleeding, and he has to pause for a moment.]

Definitely dead-dead.

So, let's cut to the chase. I'm gonna tell you this is stupid again. You're gonna list out reasons. I'm gonna refute them with logic that you'll try to wiggle around. And ultimately we'll agree you're doing this, regardless of what I think or do, you just might need to get someone else with a needle and fewer qualms. And we both know that's probably gonna be the Joker.

Now that that's out of the way... take off your coat and roll up your sleeve. Don't OD, yet. This is gonna hurt like hell, so let's see how you feel a pint and a half in.

[That's about the max he can safely take. It's going to be miserable for Sherlock and require something like 30 needle sticks at a minimum.]

[He peels off his coat and begins to pull up his sleeve as he talks, looking smug despite the paleness of his face and the sheen of sweat from nausea that's become a staple over the past couple of days.]

You must have considered doing this yourself, and therefore have weighed the potential benefits, or you wouldn't be here. Having already assisted in more than one suicide for experimental purposes, I doubt you're eager to repeat the process, so you would only be here if you believe my experiment has merit.

[He presents his arm to Greg.]

Your protestations are to allow you to feel better, to be able to claim to yourself that you did all you could to stop me, rather than to actually dissuade me.

[House raises a brow as he goes to pull the syringe out of his own pack.]

No. They let other people feel better about it. Knowing someone tried their very bestest to stop you. I don't get bitched at as much if I make an effort.

[There are a lot of reasons to be doing this, and House's tone is as sarcastic as it ever is, which he's hoping will make it harder for Sherlock to pick apart a true meaning for.]

You're also harshing my groove on the most deaths. You're not touching my record, Willy. Stop trying.

[House heads over to the corpse, grabs it be the ankle and drags it over to right next to Sherlock.]

They're never going to believe you did your best to stop me, as your best would just be refusing to participate at all.

[Greg is so full of it right now, but he doesn't mind because it means he's right. He's onto something here.]

Once this is done, you'll need to keep a close watch on my corpse to ensure it's the other corpse that's taken away first.

I'm sticking the mummy outside once it's done. [Because he's not sure how he'll be able to watch only Sherlock in this small room while the other body is dragged out.]

And like we already went over, you'd just get someone who's even more of a sadistic asshole than I am. [He's already worked out the defense he'll be using for the inevitable yelling.

House swabs over Sherlock's arm with some disinfectant and performs the first draw and injection.]

So, let's talk about you, Holmes? I'm boring. You, though. How obsessed are you with this thing? You got a contingency if you don't come back? Or is that why you waited for the wife to revive?

And what do you want me to tell them? What actually went down? Or that you OD'd while I wasn't looking in case it doesn't work.

Edited 2017-10-20 18:45 (UTC)

[He supposes that leaving the other corpse outside is good enough, it's bound to be taken quickly there and that leaves Greg's full attention to be free to focus on making sure that Sherlock's corpse doesn't disappear for a while.]

You can tell them the truth about what we did, people should be aware to watch for a possible resident waking up. It would be utterly stupid if they revived and any potential for questioning was lost, simply because people were ignorant to be on the look out.

[He shrugs, one shouldered so as not to jostle the arm currently being used as a pincushion, though he is more bothered by how this will damage John and Mycroft than he lets on.]

I would advise you to avoid talking to John, however, he can be irrational about these things.

I have people to watch.

[He's already mentally ticking them off. Ecks is down by the hospital and can cover the police station, too, with Dorian's help. He's pretty sure Sylar can cover the new area. He'll need to double check if anyone is near the columbarium or send someone that way... Wilson, maybe. House has the church. He'll need to check where the Joker is.]

And your brother won't be irrational? The guy's obsessed with you.

[There's a steady march of drawing and injection now.]

[Good. Greg might be a little irrational sometimes, but he is smart, and Sherlock appreciates that he's already thought ahead as far as watching the morgues. Mostly because it's confirmation that Greg does think that there's a chance for success.

The constant drawing of blood is making his arm ache viciously. He can't help but wonder idly how long it might be before his veins collapse.]

Mycroft is hardly a threat here, he hasn't got any resources to call on and he's less than useless in a physical confrontation.

You realize there's at least one assassin running around who hates my guts, right? [Magenta would need very little incentive.]

Whatever. [So, he'll get murdered again. It's fine. It's always been fine. He's fine. House pauses on the next draw to wipe away a trickle of blood from his nose. He also has to fight down the urge to reach for a couple of his Vicodin. This would be a lot easier to deal with if he were just high.]

So what are we calling a success?

An actual resident turning up? You waking up in the wrong body? You waking up without a body? [Actually, if Sherlock woke up inside the server infrastructure, that would be incredibly useful. They could try this with one of the more tech savvy people, then.]

Obviously the ideal outcome would be the resident reviving to be questioned, but lesser successes would be someone else reviving in my body, me reviving in another body, me waking up without a body, or a complete lack of revival. All of these would provide data to build on for the future.

[The only pointless outcome would be if he revived as if nothing happened, that would be utterly disappointing.]

We're tied to the nanomachines. If you don't wake up in your own body, no one else is. Which means you might not be able to get to it if you don't wake up in the right one. You okay living life as a ghost in the machine or Peewee here?

[He gives another one armed shrug, utterly careless.]

As long as my mind is in tact, it doesn't particularly matter. A body is just transport, after all.

But you got one of the pretty ones!

[He finally pulls the bottle of pills from his pocket.]

Take these. Your veins are gonna collapse soon.

[He arches a single brow.]

I’m flattered, but you should know that I consider myself married to my work.

[The pills are taken and swallowed without protest, he would rather not suffer unnecessarily. He only takes one for now, he might not want to suffer but he also doesn’t want to risk dying too quickly and ruining the experiment.]

[House arches a brow back.]

I hear marriage is a killer these days.

Gimme your other arm.

[And just for good measure he'll add:]

So, was it heroin or cocaine? You seem more like an upper than a downer on injections. But track marks just say you were doing it, not what you were doing.

[The scars are small and faded, which says he's been clean in this body for a bit, at least.]

Edited 2017-10-23 17:38 (UTC)

[Clean only for a lack of available injection ready drugs, he's been forced to switch to pills.]

Both, depending what aspect of my mind I wished to enhance at the time.

[That's what he uses it for, after all, to highlight his natural abilities and augment them, not because he's in any way addicted to either substance.]

Most of the veins around my legs and groin are unaffected and perfectly viable for drawing blood, however.

I'll remember that once you're dead. And heroin doesn't enhance. It quiets the noise. You ever listen to Pink Floyd?

[Sometimes the quiet is what needs to be enhanced, but that's not the important bit here.]

Try to extract as much blood as possible before I die, I think speed is of the essence in tricking the revival system.

[Much as Sherlock ignored half of what he said there, House is going to ignore what Sherlock's said and carry on.]

Psychedelics, now those really 'free the mind.' Also an excellent cure for induced migraines. Just if you were ever needing something.

Psychedelics would be no use to me, I use to sharpen my natural genius, I don't need to have my reality changed at the same time.

[Because he definitely never hallucinates on his drugs of choice. Nope.]

You use drugs because you're an addict. The drugs might not be what you think you're addicted to, but you associate what comes with them with a high. Same thing in the end. You shoot up so you can solve the case. And solving the case... that's a high the drugs can only chase.

Not many cases here.

But plenty of things to chase them.

[There is a part of Sherlock that can admit that's true, to an extent, but he shakes his head all the same.]

I very rarely use drugs while I'm on a case, that's a large hole in your particular theory.

[Because he has the high he wants when he's on a case.]

You just said you use them to enhance your thinking, Holmes. Why would you need to enhance your thinking if you're not on a case? The experiments you're conducting really that hard?

I never stop thinking, sometimes I just need a little focus to help me find the right train of thought.

[A case gives him that focus, that adrenaline. He says he uses it to enhance his thinking, but really it's a boredom cure.]

You have one more draw before that vein collapses.

[He knows his own body.]

Take however many more you need to go under. [House nods to the pills.] You don't actually need to be alive for this.

[To the part before that, House shrugs.]

Admitting you're an addict doesn't mean it's a problem. Bee tee dubs. It just means you're self-aware.

And if I ever become an addict, I'll remember that, thank you.

[It's completely petty revenge for being called out, but Sherlock is going to take every pill remaining in that bottle so that there's none left for House.]

[House is expecting him to take maybe half. The entire bottle just getting up-ended into Sherlock's mouth happens as he's focused on injecting into the corpse. It will give the other man precious moments to chew and start swallowing before House turns back.]

You...

[Fury flares up. His. Those are his. The only pills he has. This means he has to go and catch up to freaking Strange again and beg him to continue the regiment. And they might be through the stepdown period by the time he can even reach Stephen. House stabs the needle through Sherlock's trousers, not even bothering with a vein, just going for the inner thigh near his groin, a place that should be particularly painful before the Vicodin kicks in and knocks him out.]

Edited 2017-10-26 15:55 (UTC)

[Chewing a huge mouthful of Vicodin is a genuinely unpleasant experience, and one he doesn't ever want to repeat, the taste is indescribably disgusting. But it does give him petty satisfaction to see the rage filter over Greg's expression, and even takes the sting out of the pain of being jabbed with the needle so roughly.

He's still got a smug tilt to his lips when he slips unconscious, the huge overdose meaning it takes very little time for him to die after that.]

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