Both Mohinder Suresh and I made it to the hospital and looked at our blood under the microscope. Thought you might want to see it.
[ He attaches some pictures, the first two labelled "Zane - Basic Magnification" and "Mohinder - Basic Magnification". Both pictures look like normal blood under a microscope. After that are two more pictures: "Zane - 10x Enhancement" and "Mohinder - 10x Enhancement". In both, there are little black flecks, still too small to be distinguishable but very much not usual for slides of blood. ]
I also want to get a tissue sample of the nurse Jia Xu under the microscope, but I can't get into the room she's sealed away in. I'm currently waiting for someone to arrive that's small enough to manage it.
[ He attaches some pictures, the first two labelled "Zane - Basic Magnification" and "Mohinder - Basic Magnification". Both pictures look like normal blood under a microscope. After that are two more pictures: "Zane - 10x Enhancement" and "Mohinder - 10x Enhancement". In both, there are little black flecks, still too small to be distinguishable but very much not usual for slides of blood. ]
I also want to get a tissue sample of the nurse Jia Xu under the microscope, but I can't get into the room she's sealed away in. I'm currently waiting for someone to arrive that's small enough to manage it.
Edited 2016-10-12 16:26 (UTC)
[Sherlock studies the slides before he bothers to respond. Is there a marked difference in the amount of flecks in either sample, or do Mohinder and 'Zane' both display roughly the same amount of flecks?]
This sample is a good start. Test both subjects again tomorrow, and each subsequent day for one week.
This sample is a good start. Test both subjects again tomorrow, and each subsequent day for one week.
hey sherlock
has watson called you yet
he said he was going to
but if he hasnt yet hes someone you can ask for backup on me being a weird bird person
[He turns on the video now. He's inside right now, and there are glimpses of his weird, orange, birdy hands as he lines up a shot of a drawing pad. Aside from a SBaHJ-style rendition of Watson drawn in fine detail with a pen, there is Watson's signature, written in the same ink. He moves the tablet in for a good, close look, in case Sherlock wants to tightly examine the curve of the J, or whatever else his giant asshole brain wants.]
[Then it's back to text.]
i met him at the aquarium five days ago and got the signature the next morning
my fine art was added later
and if you ask nicely and use your manners like a big boy ill tell you what the fuck i am
has watson called you yet
he said he was going to
but if he hasnt yet hes someone you can ask for backup on me being a weird bird person
[He turns on the video now. He's inside right now, and there are glimpses of his weird, orange, birdy hands as he lines up a shot of a drawing pad. Aside from a SBaHJ-style rendition of Watson drawn in fine detail with a pen, there is Watson's signature, written in the same ink. He moves the tablet in for a good, close look, in case Sherlock wants to tightly examine the curve of the J, or whatever else his giant asshole brain wants.]
[Then it's back to text.]
i met him at the aquarium five days ago and got the signature the next morning
my fine art was added later
and if you ask nicely and use your manners like a big boy ill tell you what the fuck i am
Edited 2016-10-13 11:59 (UTC)
[It unnerves him again to see those orange hands, and to see John's signature. Not a forgery, that much is evident to even a toddler, but it's easy to rationalise away. John has been here too long, he's heavily under the influence of the drugs, and therefore seeing whatever those manipulating want him to see.]
A signature proves nothing other than you placed a piece of paper with, frankly a ludicrous drawing, in front of John and requested him to sign. He's foolishly amenable to those sort of banal suggestions.
A signature proves nothing other than you placed a piece of paper with, frankly a ludicrous drawing, in front of John and requested him to sign. He's foolishly amenable to those sort of banal suggestions.
Are you all right? I know that kid Davesprite is coming on strong and impossible at you. I tried to tell him to tone it down.
Edited 2016-10-13 19:02 (UTC)
You were wrong.
I don't have split personalities and you could have killed me with that stunt. What if I couldn't get back in control?
[But, all said, he did offer good advice.]
I'm glad you're here. He missed you.
I don't have split personalities and you could have killed me with that stunt. What if I couldn't get back in control?
[But, all said, he did offer good advice.]
I'm glad you're here. He missed you.
[Alfie had been the first because it had been Fiona. Sherlock is the second because... well, it's Sherlock. John's still using voice-to-text. He tries to keep his conversation level, to the point. That's what Sherlock would want.]
I'm alive, and I'll be heading for the hospital. Maybe two days. I'm completely healed from all of my previous injuries. My hands are paralyzed. No other symptoms or apparent causes outside of excess MN.
I'm alive, and I'll be heading for the hospital. Maybe two days. I'm completely healed from all of my previous injuries. My hands are paralyzed. No other symptoms or apparent causes outside of excess MN.
[Relief washes through him as strongly as a tidal wave. He knew there was a chance that John hadn't really been killed, and was one of those 'lucky' enough to be made to believe their own death had occurred. But there had also been a possibility he was one of those really dead, the ones that never 'came back'.
His hands are shaking as he picks up the tablet, an irritating show of the weakness that sentiment has pushed onto him.]
Prove you are John.
[It would be so easy for someone to fake this message.]
His hands are shaking as he picks up the tablet, an irritating show of the weakness that sentiment has pushed onto him.]
Prove you are John.
[It would be so easy for someone to fake this message.]
[It feels as if something is choking him, some insidious panic rising and closing off his throat. He grabs the tablet quickly and responds in a sharp snapped bark.]
Tell me everything, spare no detail. Now, Hawkeye.
[He needs all the data, all the information, to extrapolate if this is likely one of the illusions where John will return unscathed, or-- or the unthinkable.]
Tell me everything, spare no detail. Now, Hawkeye.
[He needs all the data, all the information, to extrapolate if this is likely one of the illusions where John will return unscathed, or-- or the unthinkable.]
Sherlock, are your eyes back to normal? Are you still at the fire station? Stein and Kid have left already. We need to come find you. Mr. Sylar seems to want to stay, and his eyes are still glowing.
Sherlock, please don't shut down on me. I understand everything about last night was horrible, but I need to know you're okay. We're still at the aquarium. I need to know where you are. I can come down to the fire station and leave Mr. Sylar here so we don't miss you, but I'd really rather not do that.
[Dug has finally remembered a thing that he was supposed to do! He does not especially want to talk about his old master, but he also does not want to think about last night. Like the man asked him to, he will send a message in text!]
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jkm old mwastyern ewaawsb ngoold abn dx nsdz,m awsdrttyf nerdxceot whejn he tyriked to m,naklmerm m,y6u nmbew masstyer anmd tyher sm,al;l; m,aiol;mamn deadf
[The reply doesn't come for two days. A mixture of Sherlock not having a tablet of his own, and a general malaise brought on by the events of that horrible night. He almost doesn't reply to this gibberish at all, but certain words give him the pointers he needs to know who sent it.]
Your old master attempted to murder your new master and a small mailman. Why?
Your old master attempted to murder your new master and a small mailman. Why?
[After his conversation with Sheena, John's more than a little incensed.]
Sherlock, where the hell are you, and what are you doing? The Joker escaped!
Sherlock, where the hell are you, and what are you doing? The Joker escaped!
hey
hey
hey sherlock
hey tall dark and douchey
whats keeping you
i figured you would be all over the post i made earlier
i finally did that rubble test
did another one with my blood too
arent you gonna deduce at me
or are you still mad im real
hey
hey sherlock
hey tall dark and douchey
whats keeping you
i figured you would be all over the post i made earlier
i finally did that rubble test
did another one with my blood too
arent you gonna deduce at me
or are you still mad im real
Edited 2016-12-26 02:04 (UTC)
[ After a disastrous conversation with Dr. Watson, Sylar decides to text Sherlock, as well. ]
I'm traveling with Alphonse Elric from now on. I'll keep John notified of my location from here on out. Let me know if you need an extra set of hands for an experiment, and I'll try to get back to you.
I'm traveling with Alphonse Elric from now on. I'll keep John notified of my location from here on out. Let me know if you need an extra set of hands for an experiment, and I'll try to get back to you.
[A part of him figures this is a bad idea going in, and yet—]
so how come you lied to watson about the suicide thing
so how come you lied to watson about the suicide thing
[He half smiles when he sees the message come through, a bitter confirmation that John has indeed been telling others about the lies. His fingers feel clumsy with what he's taken, but he responds anyway.]
So why did you lie to Dr. Watson about your suicide?
[Fixed that for you.]
So why did you lie to Dr. Watson about your suicide?
[Fixed that for you.]
[Vaguely, Kid might remember that Sherlock prefers text. But he's too anxious for speech-to-text--his attempts have been jumbled words and strange sentences.
So instead, Sherlock is getting a very pallid Kid on the video feed, clearly distraught over something. His voice is hoarse and quiet when he speaks.] Sherlock. Mr. Holmes. Detective Holmes? Whichever you prefer--I--
[It's no wonder he couldn't get voice-to-text to work. Despite coughing, he's able to choke out:] Are you with Dr. Watson?
So instead, Sherlock is getting a very pallid Kid on the video feed, clearly distraught over something. His voice is hoarse and quiet when he speaks.] Sherlock. Mr. Holmes. Detective Holmes? Whichever you prefer--I--
[It's no wonder he couldn't get voice-to-text to work. Despite coughing, he's able to choke out:] Are you with Dr. Watson?
[He's mildly concerned at the sight of the child. When did he become someone who cared about the random people around him? He's not sure exactly, but he knows it's the fault of John and Mary, he knows that they have been the ones instrumental in this change to the very core of him.
The question hits him in the stomach like a punch, however.]
No. If you need medical assistance, have you tried contacting him directly?
The question hits him in the stomach like a punch, however.]
No. If you need medical assistance, have you tried contacting him directly?
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[It takes until late morning. Late morning to remove all of the metal bits inside Stein, late morning to realize that the man is dead, that he's been dead for a while as John just worked, butchered his brain per instruction. It's late morning when everything snaps into sharp focus, when the pervasive sense of unreality relents, and everything is bright, crisp, clear, real.
There's a body on the floor of the aquarium and blood on John's hands. Why had he ever...?
John, look at me. Listen to me. Mary is there, crouched in front of him, hands on his shoulders. You need to call someone. You need to call Sherlock.
Sherlock, who is real, who is not just some fantasy in his head. Who's in trouble, who's been killing himself with drugs, whom he put in hospital... who's going to die for real because of John and his idiocy, his temper. Who has died for him... in more ways than one.
His hands are shaking, and he just does voice-to-text.]
Sherlock, this is all real. It's real. Jesus Christ, it's real. It's real.
[There's a pause.]
Dr. Stein is dead. I killed him, Sherlock.
There's a body on the floor of the aquarium and blood on John's hands. Why had he ever...?
John, look at me. Listen to me. Mary is there, crouched in front of him, hands on his shoulders. You need to call someone. You need to call Sherlock.
Sherlock, who is real, who is not just some fantasy in his head. Who's in trouble, who's been killing himself with drugs, whom he put in hospital... who's going to die for real because of John and his idiocy, his temper. Who has died for him... in more ways than one.
His hands are shaking, and he just does voice-to-text.]
Sherlock, this is all real. It's real. Jesus Christ, it's real. It's real.
[There's a pause.]
Dr. Stein is dead. I killed him, Sherlock.
[Oh no.
He sees this and he sighs, eyes closed. He hoped, now in obvious futility, that John wouldn't proceed with that doomed surgery. At least Stein apparently knew it was likely be to fatal, if what Kid mentioned was to be believed, so his likelihood of return is significant. That might alleviate some of John's guilt, but perhaps not all.]
Surgery complications?
[He's not in the right frame of mind for this conversation. He's high as a literal kite.]
He sees this and he sighs, eyes closed. He hoped, now in obvious futility, that John wouldn't proceed with that doomed surgery. At least Stein apparently knew it was likely be to fatal, if what Kid mentioned was to be believed, so his likelihood of return is significant. That might alleviate some of John's guilt, but perhaps not all.]
Surgery complications?
[He's not in the right frame of mind for this conversation. He's high as a literal kite.]
[Stephen's not positive who this is -- he has a few suspects in mind, but he can't be sure on the information he has available, not when it's hard to keep people entirely straight in his head without being able to assign them names.
Text keeps things clear and unemotional. Text also allows him to test something; two of his suspects have given him flak for his typos in the past.]
Ritalin's a step down from cocaine, dom't you think? But I guess we've all had to lower our expectations.
Text keeps things clear and unemotional. Text also allows him to test something; two of his suspects have given him flak for his typos in the past.]
Ritalin's a step down from cocaine, dom't you think? But I guess we've all had to lower our expectations.
[So, Mr. Smartguy. Quark has a few questions for you.]
What do you know about making explosives?
What do you know about making explosives?
Yo, Holmes! Sorry it took me a while to talk to you. [ Saying that as if it was planned. Realizing it sounds like that, he decides to quickly back up! ] I mean, I was going to contact you sooner to check up on you. And ask when you and Watson are meeting up.
[ Because Watson was being sketchy as hell before so he's going to let the good doctor have some space and prod at the biffle instead. ]
[ Because Watson was being sketchy as hell before so he's going to let the good doctor have some space and prod at the biffle instead. ]
[He hates Sherlock, he hates talking to him, and he hates that a jackass like him would probably turn him away for petty asshole reasons. It's why he's put off talking to him about this for as long as he has. But since regaining his memories, and particularly since his talk with Steph, he's been left wondering about something. While his shift in priorities is largely set, it can't hurt to ask in case there's extra info he's missing. Hopefully not, anyway.]
I want to ask a question.
[Seriously enough to merit the proper grammar.]
I want to ask a question.
[Seriously enough to merit the proper grammar.]
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