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[doctorforeveralone]

Think the, ah... name's a bit old, now, isn't it? Seeing as it isn't relevant anymore. You know, with the engagement. The fiancée. And all that. On the point of things that aren't relevant: the jokes about my-- you know, I did shave it. It's gone. No need to mention it, is there? I don't see what the big laugh is, anyway.

... Yes, yes, he's back, we're back, everyone's back. [ sIGH ] It's been a long two years.

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[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[Sherlock sighs in return.]

Indeed it has...

[John has no idea.]

[doctorforeveralone]

No, nope, don't-- don't you dare.

[ :l ]

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[Sherlock is confused now.]

What? What are you talking about?

[doctorforeveralone]

Don't go on about how you've had a gripping two years of hide and seek with the terrorists. You've got no idea what it's been like.

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[Sherlock frowns. Time for a tactical change. John is on to him and he can't have that.]

I was agreeing with you. Can't I even do that now? Would it be better if I...

[He breaks himself off, because no, that really wouldn't be better, under any circumstance.]

[doctorforeveralone]

If you what? Go on, then.

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[Sherlock stares at John again. But still doesn't reply, for several moments.]

You don't really want to know "how" or "why." So what is it? Hummm? What's the burning question you have for me?

[doctorforeveralone]

I don't have any questions for you now, Sherlock, just let it be.

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

"Let it be" - so there is something. Not necessarily a question, but something. Well, out with it. All cards on the table now.

[As if Sherlock lets anything be.]

[doctorforeveralone]

I've just said-- We're not doing this now.

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

If not now, then when? The next time we're near a bomb about to go off?

[His tone is thick with sarcasm. After all, John isn't the only one with a reason to be upset about things.]

That can be arranged, you know.

[Sherlock really hates not knowing.]

[doctorforeveralone]

Don't even think about it, Sherlock, I'm warning you--

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[Sherlock has a faint smirk that crosses his features before he returns to something more deadpan.]

Oh? Or what? You'll marry me? Sorry, I believe Mary has that pointless distinction.

[Maybe pointless wasn't the best word, but well, nothing will change, so why do all that - social construct stuff.]

[doctorforeveralone]

There's nothing pointless about her. [ On this, he will not budge. ]

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[Sherlock grins at that.]

Very good. Don't loose that conviction, John.

[The grin turns toothy - almost manic.]

You're going to need it.

[Sherlock is an enigmatic bastard.]

SCREAMS INTO THE NIGHT

[punchmyface]

[He does have this almost fond look on his face while you go on like this. Just for a moment.]

Really glad the mustache is gone, though.

TELL ME HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO LIVE WITHOUUUUT YOU

[doctorforeveralone]

[ can u not ]

Still going on about that, are you?

NOW THAT I'VE BEEN LOVING YOU SO LONG

[punchmyface]

Hard to forget. Right there on the face. Like a giant... caterpillar.

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[doctorforeveralone]

Didn't shave it for you. So. You can let it go.

[punchmyface]

You didn't?

[doctorforeveralone]

Of course not.

[punchmyface]

I think you did.

[doctorforeveralone]

I really didn't.

SOBBING I AM SO SORRY

[punchmyface]

Did.

YOU'RE REALLY NOT

[doctorforeveralone]

Not. Can we move past this?

OH BUT I AM

[punchmyface]

Methinks he doth protest too much.

[doctorforeveralone]

Yes, alright, Shakespeare. Let it go.

[punchmyface]

[Slight lopsided smile. Okay. He's missed this.]

Right then. See you at Baker Street on Monday?

[At least he's not expecting you to move back in?]

[doctorforeveralone]

[ WELL THEN MAYBE YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE BEEN DEAD. ]

No, I'm getting married, remember? I've got a fiancee. Living with her. You know, all that.

[punchmyface]

Bring her with you.

[HE'S TRYING TO BE ACCOMMODATING HERE, JOHN, REALLY]

[doctorforeveralone]

That's not how it works, Sherlock, and you know that. At least, I really, truly hope you do.

[punchmyface]

Why not? She seems agreeable enough.

[consultsdetective]

[ Don't mention the mustache... don't do it, Greg... ]

God. Long as anything, weren't they?

[doctorforeveralone]

[ don't you dare ]

Seemed more like two decades.

[consultsdetective]

[ He's just saying, there's a betting pool about when it was gonna go. Amazed it lasted this long. ]


Sounds about right. Think it's too early to go into retirement? I could probably get an aquarium or something. [ Like he wouldn't be bored as hell. ]

[doctorforeveralone]

[ heavy sIGH ]

Don't think it'd suit you. [ Even John knows that the guy would be bored out of his mind. ] Could change your division, couldn't you?

[consultsdetective]

[ That is so rude John. So rude that his immediate response is a thin smile. Fair points all around, there. ]

Maybe the day you reckon you'll switch out of doctoring. I think we might be a bit trapped after all.

[doctorforeveralone]

Seems like. [ He's as stuck with the doctor biz as he is with his attraction to danger. ] Not much we can do there, can we?

[likesdinosaurs]

Yes it has. Two very long years.

[Anderson is there, and he's smiling and it might be kinda creepy sorry.]

[doctorforeveralone]

[ Anderson, what is on your face. And-- are you wearing his jumper?? ]

... Something funny?

[likesdinosaurs]

[wat no this is my jumper and everyone's got stuff on their faces these days.]

No, sorry. I'm just really happy. You know - you and Sherlock, back at it. It's brilliant.

[doctorforeveralone]

[ ..... ]

Have you hit your head, or... something?

[wealldosillythings]

Um, well, she's not really your fiancee until you properly ask her. [Hint, hint, John. Mary's waiting.]

[doctorforeveralone]

I'd meant to do that, but. [ But, you-know-who got in the way. ] And I will. Soon, I mean.

[wealldosillythings]

Good, I'm glad. If you plan it out, I'll see if I can find some cold cases for Sherlock to look through so he doesn't, er, interfere again.

[doctorforeveralone]

... Ah. Thanks-- Thank you, Molly. He does have a habit of... doing that.