S2 finale spoilers in-thread

[searchingfordistraction]

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]

He rests his head on the duvet (luckily, there's not much ink on his face. Both their hands, however...).

"It'll be boring down there alone. Come with."

[searchingfordistraction]

"Go clean yourself up, at least," Jim says, sitting up. "I'll go find you something that will fit."

Because clearly, nothing of Jim's is going to do the trick.

[consulting_detective]

It's going to be like trying to dress a coat rack. John's completely given up.

Sherlock nods easily and heads toward the loo. Where he makes an even bigger mess with the sink.

[searchingfordistraction]

Contrary to the expectations of absolutely anyone other than Sherlock, up to and including small children, Jim does, in fact, return.

Eventually. Once a safe interval of time has passed.

If only to make certain Sherlock didn't manage to accidentally kill himself somehow.

He even brings that fresh set of clothing he promised.

[consulting_detective]

Sherlock, whilst waiting for Jim to get back, got rather bored.

He seems to have located more pens, and at one point, pulled every ounce of Shakespeare he's not managed to delete from his memory and written it on one of the walls. The result is a bit chaotic, since it's all just been put down in stream of conscious and with little regard to which play that particular bit came from.

Quite a bit of the room has been trashed -- stuff knocked over, curtains pulled down. It looks like someone had one hell of a party. That, or like someone was looking for the rest of the coke.

That someone is now once again passed, face down, out on what remains of Jim's bed (the duvet, Jim will find in the bath).

[searchingfordistraction]

Honestly, he'd expected worse.

(Make that a generous tip and a handwritten note of apology to the cleaning staff.)

After a glance to ascertain that Sherlock is breathing, Jim tosses the clothes on top of him.

[consulting_detective]

Sherlock wakes suddenly, finding himself once again not quite sure where he is.

Oh.

OH. Right.





Fuck.


Self-preservation's starting to kick in right about now. The only thing keeping him from running is feeling like he's about to be quite badly ill.

[searchingfordistraction]

Jim slides his hands into his pockets, studying him.

"Back in the land of the sober, are we?"

[consulting_detective]

Sherlock doesn't move. Maybe Jim's like a T-rex. If he stays still, he won't get killed.

"What do you want?"

He has only the vaguest of memories from the last... however long he's been up here.

[searchingfordistraction]

"To make sure you're not dead," Jim answers.

"The rest of the mess is manageable but I do have to draw a line somewhere."

[consulting_detective]

Sherlock doesn't look around at the mess. In part, because he doesn't want to see what he did. Mostly because he's afraid to take his eyes off of Jim.

"Nope. Not dead."

[searchingfordistraction]

"Good."

Jim falls silent, but keeps staring at Sherlock.

Just to see how long it takes him to crack, and what happens when he does.

[consulting_detective]

Sherlock doesn't want to break eye contact. He doesn't want to let Jim out of his sight for a second. Who knows what's going to happen to him up here?

This plan is foiled when his body rebels. At least he makes it to the bathroom before throwing up.

[searchingfordistraction]

When Sherlock is done, he'll find Jim is gone.

He'll also find the top sheet on the bed has been pulled smooth, with a message written across it using the only black marker he didn't manage to run out of ink:

IF YOU WERE WONDERING
NOTHING HAPPENED

♥

[consulting_detective]

WELL HE WASN'T, UNTIL NOW.

Yeah, throwing up again seems like a good idea. And then maybe getting the hell out of here.