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[consulting]

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[became]

[ left in neal's room, because a: fuck moriarty, he's not dropping this outside sherlock's door; and b:, neal's still trying not to remind john he can and will break into their space if he feels it's needed.

and also because it's an apology, of sorts: you're still welcome, here.

the note contains neatly handwritten transcriptions of his conversations with moriarty, not a word skipped. ]

S-

Thought you might be able to do something with these.

N.

[ on the note is a little doodle of two pieces of string, looped together. he trusts sherlock will read the declaration, there.

tucked inside the sheaf of papers is one other sheet, with a drawing of a young, brunette woman on it: kate, the way she looked before she knew neal caffrey even existed.

scrawled in the corner, in much less precise writing, neal writes: ]

Her name was Kate.

[voicemail]

[cargojet]

Kirk told me to get in contact with you about Communications. Not sure he's right on that being the best for me since I can barely find my way around this device as it is, but there you go.

I'd have gotten to this sooner but you know how it is.

[ Seriously Captain Kirk told him to phone Sherlock Holmes. Can he please be woken up from this nightmare now? ]

[consulting]

You're in contact.
Concisely. Skip the embellishments.
What do you need?

SH

[ It's nothing personal. He's rude to everyone. But you remind him of Mycroft, and he's projecting. ]

text; MAKING THIS A DRUNK MISTEXT BECAUSE NEED CR :| HI

[kingofbabylon]

if kurt calls complaining about naked handstands, it was your fault, bad influence, yada yada, tequila no bueno.

please come find me

[consulting]

RE: Sex Positions.
Please keep naked handstands in the privacy of your own bedroom.

RE: Tequila
Jenna Sommers

RE: Finding You.
No.

[darkholme]

[ guess who can't sleep ]

would you rather: lose your sight or lose your hearing?

he loves you raven but he was probably asleep so THANKS.

[consulting]

I'd rather lose you.

SH

[spider]

Does Johnny bite?

JM

[consulting]

Which John?

SH

t e x t

[became]

if i die of space plague, keller's never letting it go. NEVER.
smug ass.

[ FOREVER DRUGGED TEXTS. ]

[consulting]

Rudimentary solution: Don't die of space plague.
Keller?

text

[constructum]

are you still alive?

[consulting]

Apparently. Too soon to revoke your mocking rights?

SH

[logicals]

'Getting down' with the sickness is not as interesting as the band Disturbed would have you believe.

Don't die. Shenanigans have yet to be had.
SH

[consulting]

I was thinking of doing a violin cover to exploit the irony of the situation.
I have a second violin actually, get that + coat if death occurs.

Naturally. We still have a number of plans to orchestrate.

SH

[cons]

I have an idea.

[consulting]

Send it elsewhere.

SH

[goldshirt]

You boys got any conclusions for me off that body?

[that means hello. c:]

I AM SO GOOD AT NOTICING TAGS

[consulting]

Various conclusions. Nothing concise, not yet. Any updates?

[ Which means, hey kirk, sup? c: ]

HOPE THIS IS OK; call;

[longevities]

[ She's mildly irritated. Concerned. Irritated. Worried. Irritated. And although she's always been rather good at keeping her emotions at bay, they do seep into her voice.

Mainly the frustration - the medley of the sentiments above - and it makes her voice sound a bit sharp; there's an edge to it, however cool and steely.

But she's figured she could ask for an opinion - from someone who'd give her an honest one. ]

Sherlock. Once you have a moment, I'd like a word. Advice, if you will. Contact me when you have the time. Or find me in the laboratory of the medbay, if that's convenient for you. [ Because that's where she goes to if she has things on her mind. Science is the best remedy for sentimentality. ]

[consulting]

[ Sherlock for the most part has never been asked for advice, not for something that isn't related to work. Even John more often than not, asks Sherlock to spare his opinion so he's a little more than surprised when the call comes in. ] [ He isn't the sort to enjoy calling, so after her voicemail ends. A minute after, Helen receives a text. ] Medbay. Now works. Will be there shortly. SH

ANONYMOUS TEXT

[snaketrap]

Act fast.

[consulting]

You didn't cause this.

SH

[text] 1/4 trust me i'm a doctor (all sent within 2 minutes)

[uncodlyawwesome]

see i can type without the quirk just for your future awareness

[text] 2/4

[uncodlyawwesome]

these new people are fuckin borin everythin on this ship is borin now i wish i was back on strela at least i wasnt wastin away in utter FUCKIN BOREDOM

[the_vishual]

[ She runs.

It's in the middle of the night and she bursts from her room and runs, runs, runs as fast as she can. Sherlock is a 001 so she doesn't have to take the lifts. She runs as fast as she can, as fast as her small legs can carry her and when she reaches Sherlock's door she's panting.

She's scared. She's scared and she's sad and she's hurt all at once, rumbling in her stomach, making her head hurt. It's urgent and she doesn't want to be the one who finds the body. She's not supposed to be the one that finds the body. She's not supposed to be doing this, either.

Chase doesn't knock, she pounds on the door, using all her strength, all her might, and tries her very best not to start crying. ]

[consulting]

[ Sherlock is not asleep. He rarely sleeps. The tranquility has made so his circadian rhythm is off kilter and he doesn't know the meaning of a 24 hour day anymore. The knocks are frantic, louder and Sherlock takes a moment because he realizes he cannot deduce who it is from the knock. ]

[ When Sherlock opens the door, he takes a moment as he doesn't see anyone - until he looks down. He takes a moment to read Chase. The expression on her face. Every sign of fear, of guilt present and she's shaking. He owes Chase to some degree. Feels some form of gratitude and some form of debt. That solitary reason is why Sherlock doesn't banish her right then and there. ]

Chase? [ Sherlock says blankly. Some part of him does however acknowledge that taking care of Chase isn't his responsibility - it's Cap- - no, it's Spock's last he recalled. ]

[ He's not equipped to deal with crying children. ]

anon text; 1/2.

[spider]

Found. The answer to The Problem. Please collect.
The Pool. Midnight.

anon text; 2/2.

[spider]

Kidding about midnight. When convenient.

T E X T 1/ like a lot basically you brought this on yourself also dated to like tomorrow night

[became]

[ the text neal sends isn't going to be answered. he knows that. but he's spent the better part of the last few hours steadily working his way through a bottle of wine and no one will ever have to know. ]

You're a bastard, Sherlock. A stupid, selfish child.

T E X T

[became]

And you made me help you-- do you think I wouldn't have--

I can shoot Sherlock, all you had to do was ask me and I'd've--

TEXT TO A NUMBER NO LONGER IN SERVICE this is for jar of hearts you bitch

[became]

SOS.

OH YEAH MOTHERFUCKER????? hand written letter in neal's room

[became]

SH-

Popular opinion has it I've gone crazy-- well, Spock has another take but you know Spock. Hilarious guy, really, under all the eyebrows.

Anyway. You'd find this all fascinating, I'm sure. You and Sark could conduct experiments, he'd love that.The terminal velocity of exactly how mad I've gone and how far I can still push.

I'm glad you're not here. For a multitude of reasons, and the worst one is--

[ the next bit is scribbled out. ]

Sorry about that. Bent towards melodrama, you understand. It's-- you shouldn't have gone, you stupid selfish bastard.

But on the other hand: at least you'll miss all this. Quite a journey, Sherlock.

-NC