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I am Sherlock Holmes, one and only consulting detective in the world. Though honestly if you couldn't figure that out then you should probably go find Anderson's tumblr instead. -SH

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Spooky…

What if you went to this place at night and somewhere among the sea of red boxes a telephone started to ring?

Pick it up. It’s for you.

And on the other line : “Are you my mummy?”

As you drop the phone in horror, you start running, and running. 

And then you see it. Standing starkly against the rusted red phone boxes there is a single blue box. 

[s3rl0ck]

John says I should be nicer so I decided to 'borrow' his laptop to edit this pixel by pixel for you.

I don't think he will be asking me to be nicer anymore.

-SH

[s3rl0ck]

Good. *giggles* And of course that isn't my legal name. Who would do such a thing to their child? *shakes head* You silly, silly person, you.

Well of course but then again most people would not run about grabbing other people's rear ends so I thought we had left the realm of normalcy already.

Silly? Me? I think not. -SH

[s3rl0ck]

My other flat mate was *clears throat* disposed of

Oh? Hmm, will Lestrade being giving me a case that I will have to turn down involving said flatmate? -SH

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Whatever Remains

[s3rl0ck]

Raising an eyebrow Sherlock couldn’t help but cock his head in a rather un-Johnlike fashion. Luckily, Spock had never met John and shouldn’t be able to detect this slip up. Nerve ending damage? A terrible lie- nerve damage would be far more likely to effect his speech and yet Spock spoke with a perfect clipped tone. However it was interesting that he jumped so quickly to cover up his mistake- it meant Spock was watching him and gauging him just as he was watching Spock.

Narrowing his eyes slightly he took a moment to try and understand Spock’s excuse. Masochism? Leaning back in his chair Sherlock leveled his gaze on Spock, “Well now isn’t that a contradiction  Either you can’t feel the pain or you enjoy the pain- thus you would have to feel it?” He gave a quick glance at Spock’s wrists and neck- common places that would show signs of wear or bruising due to associated ‘clothing’ with the masochistic lifestyle. There was nothing to indicate collars nor wrist restraints recently, “I hadn’t thought you to be the type.” He stated simply.

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Without thinking, he curled his hands into fists when they came under Watson’s brief but perceptive gaze. His hands were practical extensions of the body and were exposed all sorts of hazardous things as he worked but at the end of the day, they were first and foremost the delicate appendages he used to imitate telepathic contact or more intimate gestures. 

It almost felt obscene for them to fall under a stranger’s scrutiny. But if he wished to keep his cover while on Earth, he’d have to learn to live with his alien modesty. 

Which brought up another point. The more time he spent fielding questions and weaving new lies, the more difficult it was to control his physiological reactions. By no means was he the stereotypically sweaty, palpitating human while he lied, but cues were still cues when it came to Watson’s watchful eye. 

“There is a certain a scientific interest in testing the limits of one’s pain threshold, or lack thereof. Haven’t you ever been curious?” 

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Sherlock noted the apparent discomfort that Spock appeared to feel at his inquisitive gaze. He off handedly categorized it as the usual discomfort.

Narrowing his eyes slightly at Spock's question, Sherlock couldn't stop one eyebrow from raising slightly. Without a hint of modesty Sherlock nodded, "Of course, it is rather important to know after all. Depending on the welder I usually can last about fifty consecutive lashes with a riding crop. I have avoided temperature torture as it would have long term effects on my nerve endings- rather important parts to my work." Blinking blankly Sherlock mentally cursed his slip up but immediately began weaving an explanation to why a doctor would value his nerve endings so very much.

"Now then, it seems rather unusual that you claim that you would test your pain threshold. Obviously temperature is your poison of choice. Yet I can see no sign of burns on your hands or face to show failed attempts." He logically told himself that any observational doctor would have noted the same as he pictured his own hands that featured a number of faint scars from knives, acids, and other experiment parts that got away from him in a moment of confusion or over-excitement.

[luxbeata]

Text to Sherlock

And then I again, I have disappeared on you, Mr. Holmes. It has been a habit of mine from time to time, don’t you think? Things have just been too distracting. Well, are you still up for that tea which has been long overdue to happen? -TM

[s3rl0ck]

Yes, a habit to say the least. Distracting would be a blessing. On that same train of thought I will say yes to that tea. At the very least I'm sure it will allow me some temporary reprieve from this boredom. -SH

[s3rl0ck]

*nods* Actually, yes. I'm called "the butt anon" for a reason... And yes, you are cute, whether you like it or not. Don't bother trying to deny it, accept the compliment or leave it be.

*Gives the grey face look* Butt Anon? While that name appears to be highly correct it seems rather... well, constricting does it not? I would hope that isn't your legal name, I have a feeling that jobs would be difficult to get if that was your legal name.

*Rolls eyes and sighs* Fine.

[s3rl0ck]

Aw... *grins* I don't know if I should, I mean... Quite the cute reactions you're having there, buddy. Dare I say, some of the best I've seen so far? *pokes cheek*

Cute? *Sherlock frowns as he spits the word out in distain* I am many things however cute is not one of them. Is this something you do often then? Groping strangers? *Bats the hand away from his cheek before throwing the grey face a dirty look*.

[s3rl0ck]

I don't know if you've been checking up on Mrs. Hudson, but from the looks of it, 221C is about to have a tenant. But wasn't that flat supposed to be un-rentable thanks to the dampness and other problems?

Is that so? Hmm, I wonder who that may be. Check up? Why would I? She is so very close I need only listen and I can tell when she is putting on tea.

I can neither deny nor accept any responsibility for factors that caused the uninhabitability of 221C... or some such like that.

[s3rl0ck]

Unusual? That's all you have to say? I must be needing to step up my game. *boops nose* Although... That can wait. *casually hugs and sneaks another butt touch while doing so*

Well yes I-*Looks wildly confused as his nose is booped* Uh... ahem. * Squeaks somewhat as his butt is touched again but coughs slightly to cover it up as he pushes the grey face away* Please restrain yourself. *Blushes rather red*

[s3rl0ck]

*laughs*

"Oh you laugh for now but wait until you find my latest experiment. I ran out of room in our flat so I found a spot for it in yours."

[s3rl0ck]

Also John and I are the only ones who get to butt-touch

"I don't recall giving you permission to touch my rear-end" *is still a little red*

[s3rl0ck]

Anon- I'm laughing so hard I can't continue

"Well at least one of us is..."

{Oh hush Sherly, you're just embarrassed. -L}

[s3rl0ck]

*touches the butt*

"What the-" *Flushes red before clearing his throat* "Unusual..."

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Whatever Remains

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“indeed. I only emerge from my work to accept parcels or to field invitations from well meaning acquaintances.” His act was beginning to stray too close to the truth for his tastes; in the course of conversation he deviated from his script three times. But it was logical to expect greater disorder as time went on. Simple thermodynamics applied to his acting ability. So simple, in fact, that he completely forgot another basic rule: Hot moves to cold. Hot, as in scalding tea well beyond the pain threshold temperature of humans to cold, as in the tongue. 

‘My nerve endings were permanently damaged, resulting in an immunity to pain’ was too far fetched even for him and Spock bit down on his Vulcan tongue, the one part of his biology he never thought would betray his alien status.

“I’m— a masochist.” He accentuated his flimsy excuse and attempt at humour with another sip of tea. 

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Raising an eyebrow Sherlock couldn't help but cock his head in a rather un-Johnlike fashion. Luckily, Spock had never met John and shouldn't be able to detect this slip up. Nerve ending damage? A terrible lie- nerve damage would be far more likely to effect his speech and yet Spock spoke with a perfect clipped tone. However it was interesting that he jumped so quickly to cover up his mistake- it meant Spock was watching him and gauging him just as he was watching Spock.

Narrowing his eyes slightly he took a moment to try and understand Spock's excuse. Masochism? Leaning back in his chair Sherlock leveled his gaze on Spock, "Well now isn't that a contradiction  Either you can't feel the pain or you enjoy the pain- thus you would have to feel it?" He gave a quick glance at Spock's wrists and neck- common places that would show signs of wear or bruising due to associated 'clothing' with the masochistic lifestyle. There was nothing to indicate collars nor wrist restraints recently, "I hadn't thought you to be the type." He stated simply.

[luxbeata]

Oh, did we discussed this? I guess it has been really a while that we’ve interacted that I seemed to have let it slipped from my mind. However, I’m here now, Sherlock. And I’m not sure if you’ll be pleased that I may not be going anywhere now. So how about that tea? It has been long overdue. Or are you still having second thoughts on me? -TM

[s3rl0ck]

We did discuss sharks- I had thought you were bright enough to unravel the connotations but perhaps not...

Tea? Oh yes, that. Hmm, perhaps though you will understand the precautions that I must take, correct? After all you are still working for darling little Jimmy. -SH

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s3rl0ck has sins to confess

[secretaryofhell-deactivated2013]

Luscinia rolled her eyes. “Sorry, beautiful. Doesn’t work like that.” She said flatly, crossing her legs and looking away. “This is your immortal soul, not some kind of Horcrux.” It was interesting how mortals thought they could cheat their way through the system. They were very organized and didn’t like to negotiate. There was no negotiating with Hell.”

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Giving Luscinia a flat stare, Sherlock raised an eyebrow at her sigh. "Horcrux?" He was sure he had heard that word before perhaps on the telly but he couldn't quite place it. Spinning in place to gesture at the office around him he asked with a cocked head, "So all this and you can't find some way for me to retain interest while giving you my soul? How... boring." He let a small smirk show through as he let the word roll of his tongue. "Really, that's all that is stopping me at this point. The world is boring and tedious, the only thing between that boredom and myself is my interest in the macabre sciences. Do you see my predicament?"

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Whatever Remains

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Ah. He might have been able to get away with ‘humans’, but he slipped in using a third person pronoun. 

One of the benefits of being ‘deader behind the eyes than a belly-up fish’, as the doctor described it, was that Spock could experience a complete and utter shutdown of his thought processes and no one would be the wiser. In fact, he was so much like a deer caught in the headlights that he was resorting to doublet clichés and idioms referencing long extinct animals to gather his bearings. 

But he had to be careful. Watson was so much more observant than the other humans Spock had encountered and while it was likely impossible that his temporary guide would ever fully discern Spock’s secrets without prying his hat off and performing a vivisection, he now had to take extreme caution with every word he spoke. 

He swallowed and felt the illogical desire to thank random chance when the teas arrived, buying him a few seconds of time to come up with— nothing. 

“Yes. I— I suppose it is a side effect of working and living in solitude for extended periods of time. …Aside from the occasional gatherings to play poker.” His last sentence was tacked on as an afterthought and he was all too grateful to finally take a long drink of the tea that would’ve burnt a human’s lips. 

[s3rl0ck]

That appeared to leave the other man speechless. At first Sherlock worried that he had offended the poor man and this interesting conversation would come to a close. Yet Spock's face didn't change at all, not even a twitch of a frown. If Sherlock hadn't already determined that to be a horologist at the level required to be asked to such a prestigious institution that there would be no time for what Sherlock assumed Spock showed a rather good ability for- acting.

"Oh? You often work in solitude? How interesting." Sherlock stated with a smile that was Watson yet eyes that were Sherlock. Those eyes noted the amount of steam still rising from the cup as Spock took a sip. His own tea was barely cooled from boiling and those two factors led him to believe that yes indeed Spock had just drank almost boiling tea. He waited for the ensuing yelp of pain but was met with none. Narrowing his eyes slightly as his smile faltered Sherlock leaned slightly towards the man and wrapped his hand around his own cup. Stating simply he noted, "Oh dear, still far to hot." He watched Spock carefully ready to gauge his reaction at his mistake.