Duplicity: AKA No Cover Story Needed
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All his life, Rich had never once thought of himself as more than average.
School had been okay. Well, maybe not okay - he'd been bullied, and one of the kids had died, and they'd never found out who'd done it. But he came out the other end alive and, seemingly, sane.
Now, though, he wasn't so sure. He'd always had blackouts, short moments when he wasn't quite sure what he'd been doing from one moment to the next. Sometimes it felt like having sleepwalked, ending up down the road, or even on the other end of town. One time, he came to his senses wearing a completely different set of clothes.
There'd been one time when he'd been all dressed up in a suit, on his way to a prospective job, when he had almost started to feel his phone buzz, giving off an alert ringtone he didn't remember storing. He'd blacked out, and woken up several paces away, his phone holding no memory of whatever text had arrived or call he'd missed.
Then there'd been the time he'd come to in prison, just as the doors were opening, and people started to file in. They asked him about things he didn't know or understand, and he told them so. To his relief, they'd let him out after a while, but he'd blacked out so often that he hadn't been aware of what day it was, let alone month.
And now as he clawed his way back to consciousness, feeling a nauseous sense of something wrong, he found himself staring incomprehensibly at the face of Sherlock Holmes.
There was an awkward, terrifying silence, during which he realised that they were on a roof. They were the only ones there, and he was wearing a suit again - Westwood, a part of his mind supplied - and there was a gun in his suit jacket. He didn't know how that had come to be there, and he wasn't sure he wanted to know.
"Oh, you're good."
An icy chill gripped him, and suddenly, he wanted to be anywhere but where he was. But he couldn't afford to black out again - if he did, he knew, just knew that something unimaginably bad would happen. That he wouldn't be walking away from.
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AN: I wanted an AU in which Richard Brooks was a real person, but that didn't mean Sherlock was a fraud... so Usagi suggested he had a split personality, as per Jekyll/Hyde.
Needless to say, I thought this way of going about it was AWESOME.
