This didn't go at all how I expected it to, still, I like how it finished out
20th July 2005
Sherlock's POV
He has a blast with Jim and Jasper making C4. Even weirder, Mycroft joined them for a bit and helped out, showing him a different method than Jim for how to make it. Both are equally useful, although he's very surprised that his brother knows how to make it. When they were done. After making it, Jim and Jasper had taken him on a small ride, Jasper showing him how to hotwire a car that they 'borrowed'. They then tested their C4 on said car, with Jim giving him earplugs and earmuffs so the noise doesn't bother him. It was quite a scene to see.
Now he's sitting with John in his friend's flat, eating dinner and discussing their day in between bites of food. He's not sure if he should mention the fact they made C4 and blew a car up.
—You're rather lost in thought,— John comments after tapping lightly not the table to draw his attention.
He blushes, ducking his head, —I had an interesting day with Wildcard and Pike.—
One blonde brow arches at him inquisitively, —Fun interesting, concerning interesting, or disturbing interesting?—
He thinks about it for a long moment before answering slowly, —Fun.—
—That's good,— his friend replies with a smile. —Did you see the news today? Someone blew up a car outside of the city in an old car park where there used to be a petrol station.—
His eyes widen and he feels his skin heating up. Why didn't he think of the fact it would end up on the news? What if he gets caught or in trouble? Can he get in trouble for it since he was with two agents when it happened? He swallows, fighting back a surge of panic.
—I'm going to guess that the explosion that was on the news had something to do with our two troublemakers.— John remarks calmly, smiling at him soothingly, —Considering those two, there won't be any backlash.—
—How?— he asks absently, before realizing it must have been his expression. —My expression.—
—Yes, and you used their titles, not their names.— the doctor explains, still smiling. —Did you have fun with it?—
He nods slowly, —Yeah. We made the explosives first, Mycroft even joined in, I was shocked by that. I didn't realize he knew how to do that sort of thing.—
John nods once, —He was an agent at one point, so it's not too surprising.—
—I forget that,— he admits bashfully.
—That's okay, I think your brother likes playing down that fact he has other skills besides being a bureaucrat.— the blonde suggests with a shrug.
—Yeah,— he agrees, thinking about how much his brother seems to hate doing field work or something that looks like activity. His brother is more of the stationary type. Relaxing back into his seat, he stops eating for the time as he considers that fact a bit more.
His brother has never been the active sort, only staying in anything close to decent shape because of a need to stay healthy. Of course, the fact his brother has a thyroid issue means his brothers weight is always fluctuating up and down. That's part of why his brother tries staying healthy. Is that why his brother doesn't like field work? Because of the thyroid issue? Or is there something more?
Shaking his head, he turns his attention back to John.
—Thank you,— he comments randomly, appreciating that the doctor doesn't seem to mind him going off in his head.
—It's alright,— the blonde replies with another smile in his direction.
They spend the rest of dinner in peace and quiet. After dinner, he gets his violin out, because he had brought it with, and starts to play. He watches his friends reactions as he does so, noticing which ones seem to be the easiest for the deaf man to feel and sticking in that range. It gives him a challenge, designing a song that sounds good and is still easily felt for his friend. Actually, he should see if he can make them to be used on his other instruments and play them for John.
Eventually, the doctor gets up to make them fresh tea. He continues playing until the older man comes back, at which point he puts the violin down and accepts the tea with a small smile. Somehow, the blonde manages to make excellent tea every time, he doesn't know anyone else who does so as often.
—I'd like to go with you on Saturday again,— he eventually states, ducking his head down as he says it because he doesn't want to see what sort of reaction John initially has. What if his friend doesn't want him to with?
When he finally looks up, he is surprised by the look of understanding, —I'd like that. We'll start with a short one. Then slowly build up. You can keep learning the city streets. I bet you can memorize them better than Jim, maybe even play a game of tag in time. I know several homeless teens who like do that.—
He blinks, John thinks he could be as good or better than Jim? Really? His eyes dart over his friend, taking in the signs, and realizing the doctor's serious.
Slowly, his lips curve up in a smile as he nods.
—I take different paths each time, although there are a few spots I hit every time because that's where people know I will be.— John tells him with a grin.
—That makes sense,— he agrees.
They spend the rest of the evening sitting in peaceful silence. His friend is writing some things out while he is thinking about going on the walkabout. Learning all the roads, pathways, and ways around the city could be fun. Being able to play tag with Jim could be interesting to. How exactly would they play? He'll have to see if one of the homeless teens John mentioned would be will to show him, maybe even play with him. That makes him wonder if Jasper plays or not? He also wonders who the 'other two' that the Wildcard has referenced a few times, maybe he'll ask one of these days, when he gets a bit more comfortable with himself.
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Last week was rather busy, between myself and ma, there was a doctors appoint every day, sometimes several, which is why I'm posting two today