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Dec 25, 2012

Omegle RP - Sherlock's heart is on display

You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say merry Christmas!

You and the stranger both like castlecoffee13.

You: Bored. SH

Stranger: As always. JW

You: Well, if you wish to save Baker Street's walls, I suggest we do something about it. SH

Stranger: We? I'm at work, Sherlock! JW

You: The problem is? SH

Stranger: I'm working. Didn't Lestrade drop by some cold case files? Work on those. JW

You: Done already. SH They were dull. SH You could have solved them. SH

Stranger: I'm sure he has more. JW

You: Dubious. He's not even in the office now. "Family night" or some ridiculous notion. SH

Stranger: We have family nights. JW

Stranger: They just involve you pinning board games to the mantel and me finding your hair collection in the drawer under the sink. JW

You: Is that normal on family nights? Interesting. SH I never had such evenings growing up. SH

Stranger: Don't catalog that, Sherlock. Normal people actually play the board games on family night. I didn't, either. JW

You: Hm. You seem the sort that would have. SH

Stranger: What, with my rebellious sister and workaholic dad? Definitely. JW

You: Oh. Right. SH This is a bit not good, isn't it? SH

Stranger: It's fine, Sherlock. I'm not hiding from my family. JW

You: Ah, good. What of your mother then? SH

Stranger: You can't deduce it from my socks? JW

You: Indeed, you picked up your mannerisms from her. SH

You: Your cleanliness and tidiness didn't just come from the military. SH

Stranger: She was very tidy, you're right. JW

You: You also picked up your loyalty from her. And her stubbornness. SH

Stranger: I miss her. JW

You: ...Right. Yes, I imagine you would. It is normal to behave in such a fashion. SH

Stranger: I was fourteen. JW

You: The formative years. Yet she was still influential in your life, despite not being physically present. SH She wanted you to be a doctor, didn't she? SH

Stranger: Yeah. But she didn't force me into it. JW

You: Indeed not. You would not have done it if she had forced you into it. SH But she didn't want you to live a life of manual labor. SH Parents want these things of their children, typically. SH

Stranger: She hated the idea of me joining the army. JW

You: I could imagine so. Dangerous prospect, the army. Especially at the time you decided to join. Although that is the reason you took so long to join, after your medical school, I imagine. SH

Stranger: I wanted to help the people that help protect us. It seemed like the solution. JW

You: Indeed. You did an excellent job at it, as well. SH John? SH

Stranger: Thank you. Hm? JW

You: When are you coming home? SH

Stranger: An hour, maybe two. Depends on how short handed they get midday. JW

You: It seems rather slow at present, considering our conversation. SH

Stranger: Yeah. So, aim for one. JW

You: Excellent. SH

Stranger: Got to go. Patient next door's having trouble breathing. JW

You: Understood. Inform me when you will be returning home. SH

Stranger: [Three hours later] Just finished up. Getting on the tube. ETA 40 minutes. JW

You: So much for a slow day. SH

Stranger: Sorry. Seems I jinxed it. JW

You: Evidently. No matter. I will be home when you arrive. SH

Stranger: You went out? JW

You: Yes. SH

Stranger: Oh, good. Found something to do, then/ JW

You: To a degree. SH

Stranger: Do I need to send any apologies out? JW

You: No. SH

Stranger: Good. JW

You: Come home, John. SH I behaved. SH

Stranger: I can't make the tube go any faster. JW

You: Hm. That would be interesting, if one could. SH

Stranger: No, Sherlock. JW

You: No, what? SH

Stranger: I see your train of thought on that subject. JW

You: And I see the horrible pun you did there. SH

You: ((Hurr hurr hurr. Train... tube...))

Stranger: ((I was hoping you'd notice!))

You: ((:P Get the actual post?))

Stranger: You know what I meant. JW

You: Yes, precisely as you said. You did that intentionally. SH

Stranger: Yes, yes, but I did actually mean it, too. HW

You: I have no power over the tube, I am afraid. You should have taken a cab, however. SH

Stranger: Tube saves money. JW

You: I could reimburse you, if that is your concern. SH

Stranger: ((I'll be right back!)) I'm not taking your money, Sherlock. JW

You: Fine. I will try to keep myself entertained until you arrive, then. SH

Stranger: Sherlock, I guess the Tube shorted out. Might be here for a while. JW

You: /What?/ SH

Stranger: Problem with the engine wires. The light's gone out. JW

You: This is maddening! You are never taking the bloody Tube home again, John. SH

Stranger: Sherlock. JW

You: What now? Did one of those silly robots from the telly show up? SH

Stranger: If Moriarty's a robot. JW

You: ...What? SH

Stranger: Moriarty is on the add screens. He's talking to me, Sherlock, what's going on? JW

You: The dinner he had ordered, the table he had set, the checkers board (because Sherlock would have destroyed John in chess) he had set up on the coffeetable were all forgotten. He moved to fetch his coat. What is he saying? SH

Stranger: ((MY H E A R T.))

You: ((Heh, yeah. He was going to surprise him with their own 'family night'.))

Stranger: ((WHY DID I HAVE TO BRING ANGST INTO THIS? *Bangs head against table*

Stranger: It's a recording. He's talking about your heart being on display. JW

You: Slipping the coat on, he pulled his scarf on and picked up his phone, alerting Mycroft as to the situation. That's it? SH

Stranger: Yes; like I said it's a recording.JW

You: What was your last stop? Before the power went out? SH Sherlock stepped outside then, moving towards the curb to hail a taxi.

Stranger: LxingtN. Jw

You: Lexington? John, what happened? John, are you alright? SH

You: ((For a second I thought you keyboard smashed lol))

Stranger: ((I tried to make it obvious, haha.))

Stranger: John, realizing he wasn't getting the best results typing, dialed Sherlock's number. He pressed the phone to his ear as he grabbed the bar to balance himself as the cart shook.

You: Although he hated talking on the phone, he picked it up instantly. "John."

Stranger: "Sorry," he managed, "it's shaking. I don't know why. His voice, it's getting louder. What's going on?" Luckily, there weren't very many people on his cart, but thte few that were were terrified

You: "If the volume is increasing, it could be acoustics influencing the balance. If there is an emergency shut off, you should probably get to it," he replied quickly.

Stranger: "If the message didn't get across, the lights are off. I can't see anything but his face."

You: Sherlock resisted the urge to sigh in exasperation. "Yet clearly there is power coming in. I need to know if he is rerouting power from the train to amplify himself. Will you get to the shut off?"

Stranger: John cursed under his breath, but left his spot, anyway. After being slid around here and there, John reached the end of the cart and felt around the wall for a glass covered button. Going by memory, he was able to located it and pressed it. The train's chaos came to an abrupt close. Before he could say anything to Sherlock, he felt a sharp pain across his forearm. He turned around, but the lights were still off and he couldn't see anything. "Sherlock."

You: "I'm here. Talk to me. I presume it is dark. Do you have your light in your coat?" He texted Mycroft rapidly, willing the cab to move faster towards Lexington.

Stranger: John dug out the flashlight and turned it on, shining it around. "Is everyone all right? Remain calm, it's over now. I'm sorry about this," he yelled to the rest of the people terrified on the tube. "Sherlock, this doesn't make any sense."

You: "Unfortunately, it makes perfect sense. Moriarty wants to get my attention, for whatever reason. Mycroft is sending a team to you, John. They will likely get there before I, I'm afraid."

Stranger: "If he wanted your attention, why did he do this to me?"

You: Sherlock hesitated, not quite sure how to respond to that. It was something he himself had barely come to terms with. He had no idea how to say it to the man, and yet here he was, being forced to by an outside party. He finally spoke before John had to prompt him again. "...Because you are my heart, and he knows I will act in whatever manner I can to protect you, even moreso than threatening me directly."

Stranger: Before John could say anything, Mycroft's team piled through the door, helping everyone out and surrounding the area, checking for any remains or signs of Moriarty.

You: Hearing the commotion, he frowned. "John? John, is everything alright?" The cab arrived at Lexington finally, and Sherlock paid the cabbie before hurrying to the entrance to the tube.

Stranger: John abandoned his phone as he was escorted out of the tube. After letting his eyes adjust to the light, he looked down at his arm. /No./ There, was a stamp, that said: Wouldn't want to let it go into cardiac arrest, would we? That's what he felt on his arm. Oh, god.

You: ((Wait, what?))

Stranger: ((Sorry, John felt something pressed on his arm right after he pressed the off button on the tube. That was someone pressing a stamp on his arm.))

You: ((Like... a postage stamp? Or am I missing another definition of the word? lol))

Stranger: ((Like a stamp that you'd press into ink! ))

You: ((Ohhh okay. I was like... He was injected with something...? I was very confused LOL))

Stranger: ((I realized that was a bit confusing. Sorry.))

You: "John? JOHN!" He blew past the tolls, jumping over it without a care as to paying. There was already a trickle of people coming onto the platform from the tunnel, presumably from the stuck car. His eyes looked over the crowd, trying not to appear as desperate as he felt as he searched for John.

Stranger: John had to resist the urge to rub off the ink. It was evidence. But it felt like a leach and he wanted it off. Instead, he pulled down his sleeve and looked around for Sherlock.

You: Spotting him the moment he stepped into the light, Sherlock pushed his way past the crowd, not much caring about anyone else but the man in his sights. When he finally found him, he stopped before him and opened his arms as if to encompass him in a hug, but stopped midway, realizing he had never heard John's response to his confession. There was a reason for that, likely. John was uncomfortable. He wasn't receptive to the idea.

Stranger: John turned around and saw Sherlock standing there, his arms glued to his sides. It was good to see him. John lifted his hand and placed it on Sherlock's shoulder, gripping it tightly. "I think," he said, "I'm taking a cab next time."

You: There was no stopping Sherlock now, and his arms slipped around the man, drawing him tight. He buried his face against the curve of his neck, having to duck down to do so. "An excellent idea, John," came the muffled reply.

Stranger: John was taken aback by the action, but eventually, he put his arms around Sherlock, resting his chin on Sherlock's shoulder. "Uh, Sherlock, I have to show you something...when we get back to the flat."

You: What a relief it was to feel John's heart beating against him. "Yes. Back to the flat. Agreed." Sherlock released him reluctantly, finding that he was enjoying the contact far more than he anticipated. Yet he couldn't release him entirely, curling his fingers around John's wrist, his fingers pressed against John's pulse point as he led the way back out the way he came in.

Stranger: Once back inside the flat, John headed straight towards the couch and collapsed. He shut his eyes and leaned his head back, sighing.

You: Sherlock released him once they were inside the flat, shedding his scarf and his coat, his eyes on John the entire time. The evidence of his plans for John were untouched, and there was no signs of interference in the flat. He would look more carefully later, but at the moment, John was his priority. "Tea?" He questioned, lingering a good distance away to give John some space.

Stranger: "Please," John responded, running a hand through his hair.

You: Withdrawing into the kitchen, Sherlock quietly set about preparing the tea, knowing all too well how John liked it.

Stranger: John removed himself from the couch and headed into the kitchen. He got to the doorway when he stopped and noticed the dining room set up. "Sherlock?"

You: "Yes, John?" He put the kettle on and turned his head to look at John over his shoulder.

Stranger: "What's this?" he asked, gesturing to the table.

You: He looked down at the Chinese food he had ordered, then back up at John, his expression slightly sheepish. "I... I rather thought it would be a good idea to create our own..." His voice trailed off a bit and he shook his head, turning his attention back to the tea, reaching for two mugs. "It was a ridiculous notion."

Stranger: "I'd like that," John said, smiling. "So long as we don't play Cluedo. Never again."

You: Sherlock looked up at that, his surprise obvious as he looked over his shoulder once more. A slow smile spread on his lips. "...Checkers?"

Stranger: "You're on." John grabbed the Chinese from the table and stuck it in the microwave. "But, Sherlock, I really need to show you something."

You: Sherlock turned off the kettle and put the tea leaves into the strainer, allowing it to steep. "You have my full attention," he remarked, turning his entire body to face him.

Stranger: Slowly, John rolled up his sleeve, revealing the letters stamped onto his skin. /Wouldn't want to let it go into cardiac arrest, would we?/

You: His face was unreadable as he stepped closer to take in the words. He stopped right before John, pursing his lips ever so slightly, a move that John knew was a sign of irritation on his behalf.

Stranger: "Someone stamped me just after I stopped the tube." John looked at Sherlock, trying to read him.

You: "Is that all they did?"

Stranger: "Yes."

You: "You're certain? They didn't inject you?"

Stranger: John shook his head. "No, I don't believe so."

You: Sherlock handed John his phone. "Take a picture. I need to determine for sure." Even if they had injected something, it would have done something long ago. He was likely overreacting, but he was going to be careful if he could.

Stranger: "Sherlock, I've been in the military. I am a doctor. I would know if they did." John took the picture and handed the phone back to Sherlock.

You: Sherlock had reached into the cabinet for peroxide. John's argument was logical, but it didn't matter. He took the phone and set it aside, pouring some onto a rag. Taking John's arm, he ran the dampened cloth over John's arm, spreading the ink and ruining it entirely. But if John had been injected, the peroxide would sting instantly.

Stranger: "Could that have been helpful? To find the make of the stamp, or ink?" John asked, slightly annoyed.

You: "Customized. The ink is generic, you can tell by the ease of its removal," Sherlock answered, relieved that John wasn't reacting to a sting. Instead, Sherlock occupied himself with removing any trace of the ink that remained, leaving no evidence behind of Moriarty's words. He would not allow John to remain touched by that man.

Stranger: ((I'm gonna need to go! It's a quarter to one and I need to be up my seven. Whoops. Could we continue this? I could save our log.))

You: ((Sure thing!))

Stranger: ((Awesome! Good night!))

You: ((You too!))

Your conversational partner has disconnected.

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