S2 finale spoilers in-thread

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The key to Jim's room in Milliways seems to have disappeared.

Curious, that.



[OOC: Warnings for drug addiction and abuse, consent issues, and talk of suicide.]

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[consulting_detective]

Really cheap dye. And it didn't help that he recently went through a phase where he changed his colour about once a week.

For a moment, he sounds like he's going to say something in protest, but he completely forgets about it the moment Jim starts messing with his hair.

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Jim chuckles, letting the strands slide through his fingers.

"Aren't you manageable."

[consulting_detective]

"I still think your rules are boring."

But he'll settle for this. For now.

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"Of course you do."

He sounds indulgent again, like Sherlock is a pet whose antics are permitted for the amusement they provide.

Which, really, isn't too far off the mark.

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Eventually, he gets bored with being still, and if Jim isn't going to play along, then Sherlock wants to get up.

He gets as far as the table next to the bed and opens the drawer to go digging through it.

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Jim stretches, working stiffness out of his shoulders and back.

There's nothing of importance in this room that he doesn't keep in the safe, which is future tech shielded by alien tech, both from wildly disparate universes and thus vastly unlikely to be cracked by a coked-up Sherlock Holmes. He just watches Sherlock, offering no objection.

Sherlock will probably find the non-existent contents of the nightstand somewhat disappointing.

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He does, so he rolls off the bed and lets himself fall onto the floor.

"Ow," he says distantly.

Whatever it was, he's forgotten about it immediately as he gets up to go poking through the rest of the room.

Whatever he does find winds up on the floor only a few moments later.

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Jim rolls his eyes.

"What would you do if I'd set traps for people who decided to go through my things?"

[consulting_detective]

Hey, Jim. You got him high. Now you get to deal with him.

"Did you?" asks Sherlock.

He doesn't stop digging through drawers.

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"Maybe."

(No. The only way anyone other than him gets into this room is by stealing his key, and that doesn't happen without his implicit permission.)

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He looks at Jim suspiciously for a few moments before deciding that maybe means no.


Everything means no today, it seems.

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Jim watches in silence for a while. He doesn't care about the mess. He's made worse in here himself, and anyway that's what the cleaning staff are for.

Eventually: "Who did my adaptation?"

[consulting_detective]

"Stephen Moffat and Mark Gatiss," Sherlock says. He finds one of Jimmy's jerseys and wrinkles his nose at it. Onto the floor with it!

"Which, on the surface of it, makes it seem like their version would suck. The guys behind Doctor Who and the League of Gentlemen doing a modernised Sherlock Holmes? Ugh, I know. But it surprised everyone. One of the most faithful adaptations, despite being updated by more than a century."

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He files that information away. Analyzing their use of the books' details will be greatly simplified if he can familiarize himself with their other work.

Sure, he could just hunt down the DVDs, but again: easy is boring.

"They've certainly improved on the writing and overall narrative," he remarks, "though I may be a bit biased."

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"They fixed a lot of things Doyle got wrong. He couldn't keep a continuity to save his life. Watson was shot anywhere between his shoulder and his ankle, though a popular theory is that the shot caught him in the bollocks, and that's why he and Mary never had children. Which I think is just a bunch of bollocks, and people trying too hard to justify Doyle not caring about the series enough to pay attention to what he wrote."

He upends the entire contents of one drawer. The whole thing is boring.

"At least in the BBC version, the limp is psychosomatic, and the physical injury is in his shoulder."

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Something goes crack. Jim continues indifferent.

"I especially liked my brother James," he says. "I never thought I'd say this, but really, my parents weren't quite that useless."

Honestly.

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Sherlock actually giggles. "I don't even think that Ritchie piece of trash would do something that blatantly stupid," he says.

"Asylum, on the other hand, I don't actually know. It's difficult to finish when the telly suddenly breaks."

He threw a shoe at it. Around the part Lestrade found Watson in the shed.

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"So many adaptations," he muses. "It took some time before I could even begin to estimate."

Bar is less than forthcoming with Holmesian information where Jim is concerned.

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"Granada's pretty good too. They erased Mary, which it looks like the BBC might be doing as well, and tried to play straight the whole thing where Moriarty was there from the beginning. But it work. Not really. They mentioned him in the Red-Headed League, and maybe one other one, and then all of a sudden, the Final Problem.

"At least with Moffat, Moriarty was right there in a Study in Scarlet. Or, what they called a Study in Pink, although we don't get to see him until the Great Game. And then he's in it through Reichenbach."

It's not often Sherlock's allowed to properly geek out like this. He seems to be enjoying it.

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Jim is listening with great interest and not a little amusement.

"Is he now?"

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"Yeah," Sherlock says. "And then he shoots himself in the face."

He seems to find this hilarious.

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"Hmm. I seem to remember you thinking that cowardly."

Sherlock is getting closer to the safe, which will impart a painful jolt to anyone other than Jim who tries to touch it.

Jim decides not to mention this.

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"Still do," he says. He's also still laughing. Apparently it's both.

"He just..." He mimes Jim's suicide, complete with sound effects.

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"Why?"

He leaves the question open-ended. Why is it funny? Why is it cowardly? Why does he do it?

All of the above, or maybe something else altogether.

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"Because he was bored," Sherlock says. "He won. Apparently. Although I'm pretty sure that Holmes faked his own suicide by putting Moriarty in his coat and just chucking him over the edge."

He finds the safe, and tries to play it cool when he gets zapped. He sort of... fails.