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@themasterdeductions
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The psychic bit her lip, unable to gather her thoughts enough to say anything but âhow.â She was so hung up on âhowâ that she had almost forgotten what it was that he asked her about. âI-I-I..â she stammered, hands moving up to cradle her aching head. She felt as if she was about to pass out. âI..I donâtâŠI d-donât kn-nowâŠâ
"Well, you must have some connection," Sherlock said, annoyance seeping into his tone. Perhaps he shouldn't have spoken directly into an unstable psychic's mind.
"Sherlock," John said in a warning tone. He always got like that when Sherlock was being rude or insensitive. It wasn't like it was his fault that people were getting all emotional when he needed information!
"It's okay," John said to the girl, "Just tell us everything you can, alright? Would you like some tea?"
The angel slid into the car, tucking his wings into his back to give him more room, he hated putting them up, it hurt and he always had to clean them afterwards. Â He looked to the other and sighed, trying to figure out what he had planned.
Sherlock got in, himself. He steepled his fingers and watched the angel as the cab drove towards their destination.
"In three words or less, how would you describe your relationship with the remainder of the choirs of heaven?" he asked.
+themasterdeductions
What the man didnât seem to realize was that her shock had little to do with his brilliant deduction, however dumbfounding it was, but more about how he knew about the one detail only someone like her could learn about within the first impression.
Before she had a chance to bring herself to speak, the man sent her a direct thought before somehow, some way, he completely shut her off. It was just one shock after another with this man. Her jaw dropped so low that she could almost feel it hitting the floor.
So overwhelmed by, well, everything, Kanaya was unable to hear what he said next. She stood silently for a rather long moment, body still rattling from the first scare of the day, before stammering, âH-ho-how?â
Sherlock rolled his eyes. He knew what she was asking about, but he couldn't address it with John in the room. A quick glance over to his flatmate showed that he was leaning forward in his seat a little, also waiting for the girl's explanation of the events.
"Let's start simply," Sherlock said, sarcasm coating his voice, "What was your connection to the dead man?"Â
The Case of the Mace and the Government [closed w/ in-fatala-noctus]
"He dumped me on a beach in an alternate universe because I blew up a bunch of Daleks. He more than likely then wiped a great portion of my Motherâs memories and swanned off. Can you call that a falling out?" She said in an equally sarcastic tone, crossing her arms.
"Iâm not even sorry, Daleks are scum and theyâll continue to try to burn the universe. Whatâs your excuse for hating him?"
"Oh, yes. He's quite the hero, isn't he?" Sherlock said, more to himself than to Bella. He was agreeing with her this time. He turned and continued to walk towards the street, intending to flag down a cab to Baker Street.
"He won't leave me alone," Sherlock said. Of course, it was more than that. Centuries of complications, insanity, and fighting. Centuries of Sherlock hating everything that the Doctor stood for, while simultaneously trying to get him on his side. The burning of Gallifrey, having him watched, everything that had made their relationship fall apart. Annoying him with constant visits was just the icing on the cake.Â
Of course, there was some small part of him that didn't hate the Doctor, but he hardly admitted to himself that that part existed.
The Case of the Mace and the Government [closed w/ in-fatala-noctus]
"So this is about him then." Her expression had relaxed, but there was a dark glint in her eyes, hardened and angry. "Youâre referring to the Doctor." She didnât flinch, staring back up at him.
"I donât care who you are Mr. Holmes, but I am not a copy. I am not a shadow, and especially not of him.â The distaste was clear in her voice. âI may not be a hero, but his actions are not mine. They have nothing to do with me, so do your damn research why donât ya because if you think I asked to be related to that damned hedgehog headed bastard, youâre sadly mistaken. â Her fists clenched as she turned silent, daring him to say something.
Sherlock's lip twitched a little. It sounded as if she hated him as much as Sherlock did. Perhaps he'd misjudged her. Perhaps she was interesting, after all.
But she still acted like him, and she had insulted Sherlock, to boot. He wasn't going to apologize and he wasn't going to take back anything he'd said. He continued to glare at her, then let out a hard breath through his nose and pushed himself off the wall. Straightening up, he regained his composure.
"Did you two have a falling out?" Sherlock said, the sarcastic undertone back in his voice.
The Case of the Mace and the Government [closed w/ in-fatala-noctus]
"What, not gonna answer then pretty boy?" She scoffed, catching the door with her foot and striding through to lean on the wall on the other side. "Rude. Then again, thatâs not something you worry about, is it."
She was tempted to slam the door behind her, kick the wall, kick him.
"Or are you just going to walk away, stick your head in the sand and be a sheep instead of self-advocating. Coward" She was goading him now, hoping to get some kind of reaction that could explain this.
Sherlock stopped walking. He shouldn't give into her taunting. He really shouldn't. He knew what she was doing, but he turned around anyway and stormed up to her. He slammed his hand on the wall next to her and leaned in close, anger clear in his eyes.
"Let me explain a few things to you, child, since you and your genetic origin think so damn highly of yourselves. You don't get to call me a coward while you're running about the universe like you've done nothing wrong, destroying worlds in your wake and making bloody copies of yourself while I have wade through the mud on this rock. You say that I stick my head in the sand? I'm not the one pretending that that everything is anything other than what it is. I'm not pretending to be a hero."
Feeling the weight beside her shift, Zuriel looked to John confused by his affection but also presently surprised. "Do not worry I will never carry danger here again. I can feel the work put into this home to protect it. I am sorry for putting you into danger" she nodded. Even if Sherlock hated her being, the angel didn't need but one soul to believe in her and so give her a reason to be.
"I feel much better now thank you John. If you wish, I can leave?" she was trying not to anger Sherlock anymore so leaving would probably please him the most.
Sherlock opened his mouth to speak, but, again, John beat him to it.
"No, no. It's alright. It's fine," John said. He turned to Sherlock with a warning look. "Right?"Â
"No," Sherlock said, glaring at John.
"Damn it, Sherlock, why have you got such a bloody vendetta against her?" John said, standing up. Sherlock looked away, not answering. He couldn't tell John the truth, and at the very least the angel knew that Sherlock didn't want her here, and at least she was making an attempt to keep danger away from them. He was very doubtful that her attempts would be successful, but she hadn't taken John's open invitation and that was something.
Samuel frowned once all the voices in his head went quiet, he felt a bit off, it felt not right. "What did you do?" He asked, frowning at the other. "Where exactly are we going?" He asked, tilting his head at the other as he flagged down a cab.
"221B Baker Street," he said, half to the cabbie and half to the angel. He opened the cab door and held out a hand towards it, inviting the angel to get inside. He wasn't going to risk explaining everything out in the open.Â
The Case of the Mace and the Government [closed w/ in-fatala-noctus]
"Extremeâ Well excuse me princess, Iâm not offing myself for your bloody convenience.â She put her hands on her hips, frowning and incredibly confused. What had she done? Sheâd met him exactly once before, and her life was that insignificant and bothersome?
Something didnât add up.
"You barely know me, how can my existence be that much of a problem for you?" She said, ignoring the door. "You seem pretty certain Iâve done something absolutely infuriating, or will. Whatâs that again?"
Sherlock just frowned at her and walked through the door, no longer willing to hold it open for her, even if it was a mocking gesture. He didnât answer her. What could he say that wouldnât give his position away?
People, in general, annoyed him, but her added Timelord DNAâthat was from the Doctor, no lessâwas starting to push it past annoyance. Had the Timelord DNA come from anyone else, he might have been interested, but this was too much.Â
With every sharp word zuriel regretted her own decisions making her eyes cast down in shame. The angels fists clenched gripping the dirty white cotton dress draped across her knees. "The only reason I came is.because I was lonely" she mumbled swallowing.
"Heaven is a mess and because of my human emotions I am hated by my own kind. And because i am a angel every other being hates me...I cam because this is the only place I have ever filled welcomed to. If only by one soul" She glanced a John before diverting her eyes again "Call me stupid and naive. I know I am no angel and no thing else either. But this was all I could think of to stay sane...and not completely destroy myself.."
Sherlock rolled his eyes. He still could not bring himself to feel sympathy for the angel. In his opinion, he would have preferred that she destroyed herself.
John didnât seem to be of that opinion, however, as he was walking over to sit beside her on the couch. He placed a comforting hand on her shoulder and glared at Sherlock.
âItâs alright,â John said, turning to look at her with a softer expression, âItâs okay. Youâre always welcome here, no matter what.â
Sherlock opened his mouth to retort, but closed it when John glared at him again. âNo matter whatâ meant that she could come even if danger was following her. Sherlock couldnât allow that. Heâd put a lot of effort into getting to the place he was now, and no broken angel was going to jeopardize that. He would have to speak with her when John wasnât around.
The Case of the Mace and the Government [closed w/ in-fatala-noctus]
"Not even a little? Why Mr. Holmes, iâd say you two donât get a long at all.Â
It wasnât that the Doctor never picked up on annoyance and tone in relation to mood, he just never cared enough . If he was on an adventure, acknowledging said annoyance just slowed him down, a tragedy to an adrenaline junkie.
Donna Noble was not like this. If someone got mouthy, sheâd get mouthy right back, not one for letting others get the last word.Â
Bella was an in between of the two. Oblivious when it suited her, and snarky or sarcastic when not.
" Furthermore, Iâd say that youâre mad at me..? Did I do something wrong?"
âWhat an astute deduction,â Sherlock said, not easing off on the sarcasm at all, âWhat youâve done, Bella, and are, in fact, doing now, is existing. Quite a tedious problem, Iâm afraid. Nothing to be done for it unless youâre willing to take extreme measures. However,â he opened the door for her, the gesture not polite but mocking, âThat doesnât mean I have to like it.â
Sherlock had enough problems with the Doctor, himself. He didnât need some genetic mistake of his running around, provoking Mycroft, endangering his cover, and annoying him.
+24 Are on the streets
Henri rolled her eyes at the curly-haired douchebag know-it-all. Sometimes, people were idiots, always insisting on stealing something like they do in movies. That was the kind of rookie shit that nearly always got you caught. Why beat a security system when you can con the owners into giving you an all-access pass?
"Just because I have boobs doesnât mean I donât have a brain. Which you donât seem to have half of. We just talk to them, theyâll give it to us of their own free will, and weâll be out in no time."
Sherlockâs lip twitched just a little at the insult, but it settled back into the amused smirk as she finished speaking.
âWell, by all means, then,â he said, holding his arm out in an invitation for her to go and try it her way. He wouldnât be joining her. Instead, he would watch from the sidelines as she failed. It might be good for his plan, in fact. Then, heâd have a scapegoat and a distraction all rolled into one.
The Case of the Mace and the Government [closed w/ in-fatala-noctus]
"Hooray!" She ducked away from the guards with a twirl, jacket flaring slightly. Skipping over to the door, she curtseyed to the guards in the room before giving a jaunty salute to Mycroft. "Nice ta meet ya Overlord-Brother Holmes, itâs been fun!"
She pulled out her phone, pointing it at the red phone booth with a click, before skipping out after Sherlock.The booth in question whirred before fading from sight to the disbelief of the guards.
"Thanks for busting me out." She said, catching up to Sherlock. "Youâre brotherâs cool though, even heâs a bit terrifying and all his friends are triggery-happy people."
Mycroft raised a hand in farewell to her salute, that damn amused smirk still on his face. It was tantamount to taunting Sherlock like a small child.
Neither of them flinched at the booth disappearing. Sherlock knew it was some kind of TARDIS, and Mycroft dealt with objects similar to it a-plenty. The guards seemed to be a little unsettled, though. He caught one whisper something like âI knew I was getting in over my head with this job.â
âMycroft is not âcoolâ nor is he âterrifying,ââ Sherlock said once they were out of the room, âHe is simply a powerful man with a dull job.â He made sure his annoyance at her showed in his voice, though he wasnât quite sure if she would catch it. The Doctor never seemed to.
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When the door opened, Kanaya barely had enough self control to keep herself from pushing past the woman and sprinting into the flat. âSherlock,â she managed to sputter, âIâm looking for Sherlock.â
Her mind raced as she followed Mrs. Hudson inside. Fears and questions circulated through it, addressing concerns such as whether or not Sherlock would believe her and what the consequences of seeking help would be. She pictured a few of the possible outcomes and some of the worst case scenarios.
Kanayaâs thoughts stopped short once she entered the room. As her terrified, piercing gaze centered upon the detective , she found herself overwhelmed by the speed in which his mind ran. It was far faster than anyone she had ever encountered before, and she found herself unable to do anything but stand and stare, dumbfounded, as she tried desperately to keep up. The only thing she managed to catch before he spoke was that some way, somehow, he knew.
                        H e  k n e w .
"H-how," the psychic muttered barely above a whisper
âElementary,â Sherlock said, waving her surprise away. He felt a small rush of smug pride, as he always did when others were enchanted by his deductions, but showing it would not be very good for his image at this point.
Keep your mind where it belongs, he thought to her, locking the doors on his own mind. He didnât like anyone who had psychic abilities poking around in his head, even in a small way. His mind belonged to him and him alone. Heâd fought long and hard to get it that way, so no one would be receiving any free samples.
The only problem he had left was John. He didnât want the man to be exposed to any of the supernatural elements his work sometimes ran into. That would eventually lead to questions that Sherlock could not answer without revealing himself.
âNow tell me everything,â he said, leaning forward a little, âAnd be precise.â He had a plan and several derivations on that plan depending on what this girl said next.
+24 Are on the streets
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"Thatâs literally the worst plan Iâve ever heard."
Sherlock frowned at her. His plans were always impeccable. This was why he refused to share them beforehand. That, and he enjoyed the looks on people's faces when he pulled off what seemed, to them, like magic.Â
"And I suppose you've got a better one?" he said, putting as much sarcasm and incredulity as he could into the sentence.
The words Sherlock piped in here and there made Zuriel feel bad for haven turned up. She knew John was being polite, and Sherlock was the opposite by simply stating his thoughts. She didn't blame him. "I-" Seeing his dark look directed at her the angel shrunk back her arms stiffening, if her wings were showing she'd be hiding behind them.
"I was not lying" she insisted quickly looking away. How did he....know? "Just simply...not stating the whole truth. I do not think you want to know anyway" Zuriel looked up frowning lightly at him. Why would he want to know how she was and why she was here "I am bringing no danger and I do not plan to...that is all you have to know, Sherlock"
"I will decide what I have to know," Sherlock said, "You and I have differing opinions on the definition of the word 'danger,' and I'd rather not have to ask you again." That was a threat. If she refused to be straightforward with him, she would be even more worthless to him than she already was. He had half a mind to just kill her and be done with it.
"Come on, now, Sherlock. She's probably not telling you because it's private," John said.
"We can't afford social niceties like privacy when her kind are involved," Sherlock said. He could almost feel the unease coming off of John. The man had never liked the way he spoke about angels (when he actually did speak about angels), but Sherlock supposed that was because John still didn't know everything there was to know about them. He still thought that they were guardians and protectors and everything Sunday school had led him to believe, and that was fine. John didn't need to know about all the nastiness the supernatural world held and he didn't need to know why demons were so keen to make deals with Sherlock.Â