This didn't go at all how I expected it to, still, I like how it finished out
20th July 2005
Sherlock's POV
How do normal people decide what they want to do? He wonders as he bounces between playing his violin and writing down various notes about what he likes, dislikes, enjoys, and wants. It's actually a lot harder than he thought it would be there are so many different options. Far more options than he expected, but a very long printed off list had appeared on his nightstand, and he's fairly sure one of the two agents dropped it there. He's just not sure which one. At the top it merely said: Possible Choices.
He never imagined he'd have so many. Not when he was always told what to do and what he couldn't do. It's only mildly surprising how many of the 'couldn't do' are on the list, and how few of the 'what to do' are.
Should he ask advice? But he doesn't want anyone choosing his life for him. Wouldn't asking for advice fall in that category? Research. He could do research on the web. Figure out what sort of things he'd like, what sort of things he wouldn't. Maybe he could even try job shadowing? Would he want to job shadow? He's smarter than most people, isn't there some he could do that wouldn't cause him to feel like he's answerable to idiots?
Grabbing the list and a pen, he starts scratching off most of the options before looking at what's left. Most of them have to deal with the field of science. Although there are a few that deal in law. Huh. That's odd. He never would have guessed anything with law. Particularly since he has a lack of regard for law related things.
So does Jim. He realizes, the psychopath doesn't give an iota for law. He sees it as a challenge to stay just barely within the limits or outside of them while appearing to be inside them. That could be challenging.
Dropping the papers on the bed, he goes back to playing, thinking about that little bit of information.
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Jim's POV
"Don't get dull on me. They want to keep you in Six for cyber warfare." He grumbles as he takes a glance around the small office. The only people in this department who have actual offices are Q and R, so his best friend shouldn't have one, yet here they are.
"I think they like my success rate for hacking. I'm faster and stealthier than any other hacker out there. Besides, you cause too much mischief for the pen." The gray-eyed agent retorts. "Besides, they can't take me all the way out of the field. They're terrified what happens with you if you're allowed to go solo."
An outsider seeing their shared smirk would bolt and hide, probably not coming out anytime soon for fear of their lives.
"That's true." He hums, "Let's get lunch. There's nothing interesting going on, and we both know you have this place set to tell you if something goes wrong with the other two."
"Bite me Wildcard." The hacker retorts, shutting things down. "Why don't we plot giving Sherlock some lessons that will completely piss off big brother?"
Curiously, he queries, "Why would we need to plot that?"
"Well," Jasper drawls almost playfully, "I was thinking we improve Sherlock's ability to pick locks and hotwire cars. Afterwards you two can play with something blowing. I'm sure there is at least one lesson you think he needs for that sort of thing."
His dark eyes narrow on the hacker as he considers the pros and cons of the suggestion. His eye is still hurting, and even though the idiot who did it is dead, he's still wants to destroy something. Sherlock might enjoy learning how to make homemade C4.
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Jasper's POV
He probably shouldn't have suggested that his mildly insane best friend teach their ward about explosives. He decides on the ride over to the flat. At the same time, it is a really good lesson for concentration, self control, and creative thinking.
Hmmmm.
Seriously though, how has Sherlock managed to deal with Mycroft for the last four days so much? He'd go insane if he had to deal that much with the bureaucrat. At the same time he has to acknowledge that Mycroft is trying. He's not sure he likes that either.
Although, he glances over at the psychopath sitting beside him, he wonders if Sherlock has gotten up the nerve to ask about the eye? Jim's face is rather impressive right now, and if he hadn't actually seen the man who did it right before he planted a bullet, he'd wonder if it was fake.
"Why did you shoot him anyways? I thought you dislike guns." The Wildcard asks, "I'd almost say retaliation, but that's my motivation, not yours."
"For a genius psychopath, you're an idiot," he replies as he pulls the car to a stop. "As I am feeling mischievous, I brought a tool kit with, we can go find some idiots car to borrow."
"You have someone in mind," Jim just about crows, "I wonder who's got your feather ruffled enough that you're planning my sort of offensive."
He just smiles, not bothering to answer since he knows that his long time friend loves figuring out these sorts of puzzles. It is rare for him to go on the offensive, preferring defensive and behind the scenes plotting. It's one of the reasons they get along so well. However, he is rather pissed at a few of Fives agents for doing pisspoor jobs and ruining some of his hard work. It's the entire reason he ended up shooting an idiot not twenty-four hours before when he doesn't like shooting people.
Giving a subtle shake of his head, he opens the door and slips out of the car, Jim almost instantly falling instep beside him
"We should do the boom lessons first. Then we can borrow whoever it is you are pissed at's vehicle and test them." Wildcard suggests as they step up to the porch.
He pauses, lips curling in a slow smile, that will work perfectly well, and make his point quite nicely. He was originally just going to dismantle their vehicles and use the parts for projects but considering their stupidity lead to part of one of his project going up in metaphorical flames, well, it's rather poetic.
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Sherlock's POV
He's surprised when Jim and Jasper knock on his door and step just inside it.
—Would you like to learn how to make homemade C4?—the Wildcard queries calmly, dark eyes gleaming with an unusual fire, not one he has seen in the psychopath before.
—Why?— he replies slowly.
—Pike is feeling mischievous,— the agent answers with a shrug. —I try to encourage his mischief since he's always encouraging me to behave.—
Behave is almost like a dirty word with the quick flick of the wrist that follows, giving the impression of distaste.
—All right,— he agrees, —It could be interesting.—
It will also give him more time to think about these two and see them working together, that has to be useful. Besides, he is sort of interested in the concept of becoming an agent, maybe, just a little. He doesn't want to say anything yet, because he actually wants to see if he can get past this not speaking first.
—No could about it,— Jim cheerfully comments, lips curved in something between a smirk and smile. —Blowing things sky high is always interesting.—
He just laughs, because that seems about like something the psychopath would say. The really interesting part is the fact Jasper isn't trying to stop Jim. So his cousin must agree with this course of action. It'll definitely be an intriguing day!
Crossing the room to join them he freezes when he realizes, —I'm supposed to have dinner with John tonight.—
—Time?— Pike asks.
—Eight pm.— he answers after thinking about it for a moment.
—That makes it more fun!— Wildcard remarks, —Now we're working on a timeline. Let's get to it. —
He'll have something interesting to discuss with John if nothing else, he thinks as he follows the pair towards the kitchen. Some reason he's sure Jasper will make sure he gets there on time.
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