Characters: Sherlock, Amber, and Undertaker Location The hospital Date: Day 168 (Sherlock and Amber), and Day 170 (Sherlock and Undertaker) Summary: While mourning John, Sherlock meets some new friends Warnings: None
[He isn't too worried. Magnetic locks, from what he's been informed, shouldn't be too difficult to break once he's had a good look at them. He's more interested in that frown. Why would John's name make her frown?
There were only a few possible reasons. She was one of John's numerous ex-girlfriends; unlikely, she hadn't been here long enough and he didn't recognise her from Baker Street. She has been involved in an argument with John; also unlikely, John is far too easy going, especially when it comes to women who are objectively attractive. Therefore the most likely reason is:]
You fear I will inform John that you prescribed me morphine. Don't. I shan't.
[Well, she did a little. That's definitely true. It was a possibility.]
Just wondering how I want to play it if he ever does find out.
[She's no Sherlock and she's no House, but that doesn't mean she's not capable of staying one step ahead of everyone else. Maybe her username has everyone on edge, but people will get used to it. They'll move on. She's willing to play the long con here unless it doesn't work in her favor.]
In any case, that's hardly as interesting as what you're going to do with the bodies. Do you mind if I watch?
[She's deflecting because she is still worried. Her image is everything to her at the moment; he would guess that is because she has nothing else to offer the people here, and they hold possible salvation from monsters or starvation, therefore she has to maximise that potential. A solid plan.]
I don't mind.
[He shrugs carelessly.]
As long as you don't speak, it might be useful to have a medically trained pair of hands to direct.
[A fair enough deal. It annoys her a little bit, but House would probably say something similar--right up until he's barking for her or anyone to spit out their thoughts. She's used to the verbal abuse. So she turns toward the morgue and starts walking.]
Fine.
[She feels sort of like she's being shrugged off into the role of an intern or attending nurse, but, well, what else is there to do around here?]
[Once they've gotten to the morgue and Sherlock gets down to his business, Amber finds a seat and observes. Not that she's observing for very long before he calls for her to join him. Well, calls for John to join him. There are a lot of things she could say here, but instead she raises an eyebrow as she stands and saunters toward him.]
[Oh, yes. She feels proud. You can practically feel it radiating off of her. Good thing she's being used to being treated like a tool by House. Amber stifles a sigh as she hands over her tablet.]
[Amber can't stop it from coming out with a bit of an annoyed edge, but she takes her tablet back with a snapping motion and boots up a notepad to key in. Ready when you are, Sherlock.]
[Happy's a strong word, but it serves. She gives a halfway-apologetic smile.]
Your style is just a little familiar, is all.
[Familiar in a very unpleasant sort of way. It's like a less...verbally degrading session with House. And usually House makes them get their hands dirty without his help.]
[His words are mostly absent, still focused on trying to find any way the seal of the morgue drawers can be broken.]
Greg, he was your previous boss, wasn't he? You're used to trying to manipulate a rude and arrogant genius, or alleged genius, for your own ends. You'll be whatever you feel you have to be, while being utterly ruthless beneath. Clever, likely attended one of the higher end medical schools, but lacking in self respect. No real friends, probably a boyfriend that's much more moral. Ah, yes, you're Dr. Wilson's lover, I remember.
[Remember he deduced, rather than was told.]
That means you're dead. Or should be. Accident, most likely, was it a car?
[Amber hesitates. At first, he's dead on. Not that she wants to admit that she's lacking in anything. But he'd clearly see through anything she told him. But then, when he brings up Wilson, all the rest of it, she laughs, shaking her head.]
Greg is my boss--was my boss. He'd just fired me. And I've always done whatever I had to in order to get the things that I want.
[It even almost worked with House. Not manipulating him, but all the others. She was just so close to that position.]
All of that was right. But I don't have a boyfriend. I've never slept with Wilson. And I'm certainly not dead back home. There hasn't been any sort of accident.
[Go ahead, Sherlock, tell her she's wrong. She's not lying.]
[She's not lying, it reads clear in every line of her body. But she's also wrong, because he knows for a fact that she's Wilson's dead lover, he already deduced that at the other doctor and received confirmation.
Which means she's from an earlier time, just like John. Irritating.]
[She knows about the timelines, of course. And Wilson told her that they start dating and become close. He didn't tell her she was going to die. Amber's expression starts to darken. He did mention a bus. He was so upset.]
I deduced from speaking with Dr. Wilson that you were both his lover and that you died, likely in a violent and sudden manner, most probably a road accident. I didn't mention a bus.
[Amber's gaze stays pointedly on her blank notepad application as she tries to calm down the beating of her heart. And to stop feeling quite so faint. She knows she should sit down, but that much feels like an admission of weakness that it would be a mistake to show. She should be allowed to feel this way--to feel like her world is crumbling down into pieces. She just learned she's going to die, and soon. So why is she so ashamed?]
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[He isn't too worried. Magnetic locks, from what he's been informed, shouldn't be too difficult to break once he's had a good look at them. He's more interested in that frown. Why would John's name make her frown?
There were only a few possible reasons. She was one of John's numerous ex-girlfriends; unlikely, she hadn't been here long enough and he didn't recognise her from Baker Street. She has been involved in an argument with John; also unlikely, John is far too easy going, especially when it comes to women who are objectively attractive. Therefore the most likely reason is:]
You fear I will inform John that you prescribed me morphine. Don't. I shan't.
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[Well, she did a little. That's definitely true. It was a possibility.]
Just wondering how I want to play it if he ever does find out.
[She's no Sherlock and she's no House, but that doesn't mean she's not capable of staying one step ahead of everyone else. Maybe her username has everyone on edge, but people will get used to it. They'll move on. She's willing to play the long con here unless it doesn't work in her favor.]
In any case, that's hardly as interesting as what you're going to do with the bodies. Do you mind if I watch?
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I don't mind.
[He shrugs carelessly.]
As long as you don't speak, it might be useful to have a medically trained pair of hands to direct.
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Fine.
[She feels sort of like she's being shrugged off into the role of an intern or attending nurse, but, well, what else is there to do around here?]
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Hm. No visible locking mechanism or key, airtight seal to prevent anybody prying them open, probably magnetic-- John, come here.
[Wait--]
...I mean, come here.
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Yes?
[Awaiting further instruction, boss.]
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[He holds one hand out expectantly, not even looking at her. She should feel proud, this is exactly how he treats poor John.]
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On second thoughts, write down what I dictate, I don't have time to do it myself.
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[Amber can't stop it from coming out with a bit of an annoyed edge, but she takes her tablet back with a snapping motion and boots up a notepad to key in. Ready when you are, Sherlock.]
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I thought you wanted to help.
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[Happy's a strong word, but it serves. She gives a halfway-apologetic smile.]
Your style is just a little familiar, is all.
[Familiar in a very unpleasant sort of way. It's like a less...verbally degrading session with House. And usually House makes them get their hands dirty without his help.]
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[His words are mostly absent, still focused on trying to find any way the seal of the morgue drawers can be broken.]
Greg, he was your previous boss, wasn't he? You're used to trying to manipulate a rude and arrogant genius, or alleged genius, for your own ends. You'll be whatever you feel you have to be, while being utterly ruthless beneath. Clever, likely attended one of the higher end medical schools, but lacking in self respect. No real friends, probably a boyfriend that's much more moral. Ah, yes, you're Dr. Wilson's lover, I remember.
[Remember he deduced, rather than was told.]
That means you're dead. Or should be. Accident, most likely, was it a car?
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Wrong.
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[He repeats it incredulously and turns to face her, finally giving her his undivided attention.]
How am I wrong?
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Greg is my boss--was my boss. He'd just fired me. And I've always done whatever I had to in order to get the things that I want.
[It even almost worked with House. Not manipulating him, but all the others. She was just so close to that position.]
All of that was right. But I don't have a boyfriend. I've never slept with Wilson. And I'm certainly not dead back home. There hasn't been any sort of accident.
[Go ahead, Sherlock, tell her she's wrong. She's not lying.]
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Which means she's from an earlier time, just like John. Irritating.]
I'm not wrong, you're just late.
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[She knows about the timelines, of course. And Wilson told her that they start dating and become close. He didn't tell her she was going to die. Amber's expression starts to darken. He did mention a bus. He was so upset.]
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[So he was wrong, just not about what happens.]
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[She's tense now, her hands holding her tablet too tightly.]
Why would you assume that I die in a bus crash?
[Oh, but Amber...that's not what he said, is it?]
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[He raises an eyebrow.]
I deduced from speaking with Dr. Wilson that you were both his lover and that you died, likely in a violent and sudden manner, most probably a road accident. I didn't mention a bus.
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Right.
[Her lips purse together and she takes a deep breath. She's aware that when she speaks again, her voice is too pinched.]
I apologize for challenging you. I didn't know.
[That she's dead. As good as dead. Going to die.]
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[He looks entirely too self-satisfied for a man who has just confirmed to someone that they die in a bus crash.]
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Whenever you'd like to get started.
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If you're going to faint, try to do it upstairs on one of the beds. I'll continue here alone.
[And he turns away from her. You're fired, Amber.]