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[thevictoriandetective]

I'm Sherlock Holmes, the world's only consulting detective.

I'm not going to go into detail about how I do what I do because chances are you wouldn't understand. If you've got a problem that you want me to solve, then contact me. Interesting cases only please.

This is what I do:

1. I observe everything.
2. From what I observe, I deduce everything.
3. When I've eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, no matter how mad it might seem, must be the truth.

If you need assistance, contact me and we'll discuss its potential.

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[thevictoriandetective]

[There's another long pause as Sherlock weighs his words carefully.]

If there is any way I can help you with anything, John, please...

Rosie is fine. She won't even know you're gone. We will return, John, and everything will go back as it was, and you won't even know that you couldn't visit her when you wanted to.

[There was no way Sherlock could guarantee that, or guarantee either of them would make it back. But they'd done it before, and he was going to be ridiculous and illogical and hope against hope.]

[acclimatized]

I know she is. I miss Rosie so much, but I don't want her here. It's too dangerous. It's just... I wasn't there when she really needed me. I messed up. I'll never forgive myself for not being there.

[ is he talking about rosie or mary? or both of them? it's hard to tell. ]

You have helped me Sherlock. You remembered what the flowers we had. I would've gone to the florists and made a right mug of myself trying to describe them. God, I would have probably started crying.

[thevictoriandetective]

[Sherlock pauses again to attempt to say the right thing. This was difficult, and he certainly didn't want to make it worse.

And it wasn't like he didn't share some of that sentiment. Despite what John said, it didn't assague all the guilt he had over Mary's death. If he hadn't shown off...]

Yes well...it is what is. We are all human, after all.

[A beat. That was...worrisome.]

If you need me to come with you anywhere...

[acclimatized]

[ human after all. john has thought himself as infallible. people have died under his care; people whose names he can't recall and some whose name he still cries out for. he thought he was above cheating on mary, acting like he was twenty-something again and making the same mistakes as harry.

hearing those words hadn't made him feel better then but now he finds it oddly comforting. ]

I'm going to Heropa on Tuesday. You can come along if you want.

[ an old imPort house and a neglected flowerbed won’t mean anything to sherlock holmes, but it’s everything to him. they had a life here too. one that ended when mary was ported out and sent to her death. ]

[thevictoriandetective]

[Sherlock is pleased John invited him. Some things were private, but he was always a combination of pleased and surprised when John let him in on such things, like Mary's DVD--the one with the nice sentiment, not the one that told him to do whatever it took to save John. ]

I'll be there.