Chapter 10: In which there is a Conversation (in Sherlock's Lab)
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"So I met someone like you."
"Someone like me?" Sherlock seemed affronted, looking up from the plant he was working on with his protective goggles still in place.
"I mean someone with a similar personality and appearance."
"I am a unique specimen to this universe," Sherlock stated stubbornly.
"A fellow Vulcan," John finally gave away. He had been hedging the topic for a few day rotations now, but had finally decided Sherlock deserved to know.
Sherlock's shoulders seemed to lift in relief at that before he turned back to his propagation.
"Aren't you interested to know how another Vulcan got onto Baker when you're the only one who should be?"
"Did he show you the umbrella? He enjoys to tease humans like yourself."
John sighed; of course Sherlock wasn't worried about someone who seemed to want his green-tinted skin. He had gone after something especially bred for his curiosity and seemingly hopeful demise alone. He clearly didn't need John to help along.
"I'm leaving now," John said before he turned on his heel, not bothering to wait for Sherlock's response. Most times he didn't acknowledge John had gone; and then sometimes John would come upon the Vulcan at random. Especially in the mess, where he would unexpectantly be addressed without Sherlock noting upon his presence. John supposed it was better to pretend talk to him rather than Victor.
"He is excessively dramatic," Sherlock said as he continued on his plant, causing John to stop leaving.
"I noticed," John said, but it seemed that the other hadn't heard him.
"He and I do not have an agreeable bond. He is a nuisance and I avoid him at all costs. Although you should have taken the credits - I could use some for more fertilizer for Victor."
This was the first time Sherlock had expressed a personal opinion on anything. Well, rather than Anderson but he didn't need to say anything for his disagreement to show. John waited for him to continue.
"He and I have a continued aggression towards the other that I do not see ceasing in the foreseeable future. Please refrain from excessive conversation with him."
"You say that like I'm going to see him again."
Sherlock finally looked up and gave him a what John was thinking of trademarking as a 'No Shit, Signed: Sherlock' look. Or maybe John should have custody of it, since it was always directed at him.
"I'll be in my quarters, eagerly awaiting either of you Vulcans' presence," John quipped before actually leaving this time.
Sherlock looked up for a moment to illogically watch him go. Despite having the same shade of blue uniform as all the other scientists around, it was easy to discern John from them. It had become increasingly easy to spot the doctor when Sherlock gave the attention to look. Yet sometimes he was tricked into believing that John was consistently aside Sherlock.
The Vulcan started, dislodging curls tucked behind his pointed ears. It was time for science, not stalking.