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[The opening of the video makes it plainly apparent that it isn’t entirely intended, but the man onscreen recovers quickly. There passes only a moment’s surprise – eyebrows quirked, thoroughly unamused – before Sherlock’s expression settles and his eyes roam across the interface. Not ideal, showing his face like this. Not at all ideal, but whoever has him now obviously already knows it. Whoever brought him here, put this bracelet on his wrist, and there are so many reasons he should cut the feed now, so very many reasons, but it would be pointless, wouldn’t it? They know he’s alive. That means he hasn’t much time, not much at all. And so instead of ending it, instead of cutting the feed now, he speaks.]

Lovely jewelry, very clever, but not quite enough to buy me, I’m afraid. Maybe later. Things to do. Perhaps, instead, you could tell me where the bloody hell I am and how not to be here anymore.

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[ He would be sorry about that if he knew. He really would. ]

Not for me. It's some sort of... time travel, all this.

That's also nonsense.

[He says it flatly, and chases it with a heavy sigh.]

Nevermind. Sort it out later. It's... fine. Better, probably; wasn't much fun.

[And if Sherlock is saying that, it must have been really rather awful.]

[ Pause. It really must have been. Lovely. ]

Right.

I do know it sounds like a load of rubbish, but I don't make a habit of being a liar.

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You sound different when you're lying.

[Which isn't to say that Sherlock believes it just yet, but he now knows that John does.]

Be easier if I could see you, but you're not talking as though I should immediately pay attention to something else so I don't notice you're trying to mislead me.

[ He exhales, laughter in his breath. With a bit of fiddling, he switches the setting around and raises his eyebrows at Sherlock. ]

I bet I do.

[Sherlock still isn't entirely certain what he was expecting. He knows as well as the next person that video shouldn't be completely convincing, but combined with all the rest it'll do.]

Mm. Not the cleverest liar. Tend to just agree with you; may as well now.

It's easier when you do.

Generally, yes.

[A beat.]

And funnier. You get so...

[Sherlock scrunches his nose and makes an indecipherable gesture.]

Where are you?

On my way, not far now. I get so what?

Nothing. Pleased. When you think you've beat me. And suspicious. As though you weren't obvious enough before.

Right. Cheers. Shoddy liar then, I'll just give up on that career.

Mm, well, fortunately for you, most people are dense enough to believe it.

[Just not Sherlock, who is clearly better.]

How very fortunate.

I can see you now.

[ So Sherlock will only need to turn a little bit to see him too. ]

[Sherlock doesn't turn, though. Not right away. There's weight in turning, unpleasant things tied to him in ways that bite at him when he turns. Only in the mind, of course, only there, but so is he. So is the whole of his experience, experience which includes the rooftop and all of what came before. This isn't the reunion he'd expected, not that he'd had much time to expect when it had all happened. This is...

It was always going to be intolerable. Always. And so he does, after the passing of a few seconds, dismiss the video feed and turn almost gingerly to meet John's approach.]

[ John doesn't take any particular note in the delay in the turning, because it's so small it might as well be nothing, but he does wonder for a brief moment. Mostly because Sherlock had been acting weird somehow the last time he was here. But he was supposedly from the same case (even if he suspects that might not have been the case), so it doesn't mesh up at all, if that's true...

Sherlock is incredibly skilled at giving him a headache.

Still, when he finally does reach him, he actually smiles. Even if nothing but boredom's awaiting Sherlock - most likely. ]

Hey.

Hullo.

[It's almost a question, ever so slightly hesitant. Sherlock doesn't entirely know where to go from here. It's all a little too easy, and he finds himself looking down at John with a mixture of suspicion and curiosity. It's all there. All that he is is there, everything Sherlock knows. But it's still not right. Shouldn't even be possible. Near enough gives him gooseflesh.]

[ He pauses, frowns, because Sherlock is acting unlike himself again and... What happens in the future? Because if it has to do with that...

If it has to do with that, it still doesn't make sense. Not with the last one. Not if he didn't lie.

He quietly clears his throat. ]

You were here before, you know.

So I've heard. You and all the other lot remember my being here, anyway; can't prove it. Yet.

[But it stands to reason that in a place in which 'magic' is real -- or its apparent equivalent is, anyhow; even this Sherlock isn't entirely ready to accept, but if that's true then it does stand to reason that memory is violable. More so even than it used to be, which disturbs him more than faintly.]

[ He just. Gives a deep sigh. And he used to be just as sceptical... But it can't have been wrong. Right? ]

Right. Whatever. You'll have a room in Hel's Welcome Hall.

Not interested. Where's your room? Haven't anything of note with me, makes more sense for me to move in there.

[Which is obviously the best solution available in this particular situation. He's no intention at all of living on his own, anyway, not when he's got so used to having John around.]

[ He puffs a breath of amusement that's almost a laughter. ]

Right. Of course. You won't be able to stay too long there, though. Or so I've heard. Maybe you wanna try. We can move out and get our own place, in any case.

Of course.

[Sherlock repeats it almost indignantly, as though he can't quite work out why John is laughing, his brow furrowing.]

Don't know how I'd think properly without you trying to stop me doing so by stomping about or breathing or whatever else it is you do; won't work on my own, wouldn't make sense.

[ It's out of a lot of fondness, no need to be indignant. ]

No, I suppose it wouldn't.

[ And he's surprised at just how happy he is to have Sherlock back, considering how the last round went. Maybe he'd just forgotten what a more content Sherlock was like. ]

I guess we'll start looking right away, then.

Have to. Can't get settled and then move again; ruins everything. Makes my brain itch. No other way.

[It's a surprisingly cautious bit of teasing, given how mild it is. Sherlock is generally more than willing to engage, if in his own, sometimes harsh fashion. It's different now. Harder. There're too many unknowns, too much chance of things going wrong again.]

And I can't scratch your brain.

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