Hate You Hate Me - Addicted Verse

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"Hate You Hate Me"
Who:  Sherlock and Peter
When: After John and Sherlock go to Baskerville Estate and Sherlock's trip to visit Natalie Carlisle.

Peter gets the call while he and Sherlock are at the cafe.  Peter is there to likely flirt with the barista.  Sherlock is waiting for Jim Moriarty to return.  As such, they often just sat together for awhile

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Peter didn't mind Sherlock sitting there, his eyes were on more aesthetically pleasing sights. In other words, the waitress.

He didn't expect the frankly bizarre phone call in the midst of his staring contest. Turning his head away from Sherlock, he rattled off his name and arrest as fast as he could, not even stopping for a breath. Well, it wasn't everyday he got rang for things like this.

"What? Look, would you just tell me what this is about already?"

This did not sound good.

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Sherlock tilted his head forward slightly as he watched Peter's face distort. That would be about Natalie and her overdose.

"Your wife is in critical condition," the faceless voice on the mobile told Peter as he Sherlock studied this experiment in bad news. How Peter reacted would be novel, considering that Sherlock was already clued in on the details.

"You need to come back quickly. We understand you're in London on business. We're not sure how long her condition will last, but we're doing everything in our power to save her."

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"She-- what? No! Thats impossible, I spoke with her the other day, she was fine. What the hell is going on? What's wrong?"

Yanking his coat off the back of his chair, he didn't even stop to spare Sherlock a look, he just kept on rushing. There was no time to stop, he had to find where he parked his car and get to Blackpool.

Sherlock could pay for him or whatever, he was in a hurry. It was four hour drive! How the hell was he meant to get there in time?

"What was it? Car accident? She was happy and healthy and-- this makes no sense!"

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Oh, Sherlock is prepared. His heart is pounding in his chest the same way it does when he's injected himself with cocaine. He knows it's bad. He knows it leaves him incapacitated, but all he wants is to have his mind literally blow.

Sherlock Holmes is an addicted.

Sherlock Holmes is possessive.

Sherlock Holmes does not lose the things he deems he needs.

"We believe it's...a suicide attempt, Mr. Carlisle--"

Sherlock is at Peter's side in a moment, lifting his hand for a cab that seems to magically stop for him. He's brilliant like that, really. Master of the London Black Cabs.

"I'll pay it. Tell the driver where we're going."

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"Where would you like to start? I ruined the marriage of two people, granted she was unhappy but perhaps they would of worked it out. And I shouldn't of taken the job at Blackpool. I shouldn't of cheated, I should of avoid temptation. I should of left my first wife when she started calling me 'Andrew' in bed and shouldn't of wasted a month of my life annoying Sam and Gene. Hell when I trace everything back, it all comes from the one very stupid mistake."

Rubbing at his eyes, he let out a frustrated exhale of annoyance.

"I never should of gone to Glasgow. I was happy, I had friends and everything was working fine and then I panicked and made a snap decision. I left and I haven't been--"

What? Happy? He hadn't been happy since he was 17. It wasn't the sort of thing he wanted to admit aloud. "I haven't been lucky."

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Sherlock's eyes were stuck, still and frozen, on Peter. Sometimes he didn't bother to blink and that, more than anything, worked people up. But not Peter. It never had.

"You shouldn't have left, no," Sherlock said without a second thought. "But everyone leaves."

Mycroft did.

"John will too."

And while being alone did not scare Sherlock -- he was immune to fear -- it did unnerve him. He did terrible things when he was left to his own devices without a tether.

It was happening already.

"You should come back."

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"I'm not 11, Sherlock. I don't-- I don't even know what I want right now. My wife is in hospital, I have a temporary position in London and I can't think. This is exactly what you did last time, you threw a decision at me and I had to take it or leave it."

And he hated that. He didn't know what was going to happen, he needed to gather the facts and work out what he'd done wrong.

Pulling one leg up, he rested his chin on his knee and sighed.

"John won't leave you, Mycroft never left you and you push me away," Looking at Sherlock, he offered the odd man a small smile. "I missed you, always did."

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Sherlock didn't shake his head, he just kept on looking at Peter.

"There is no ultimatum. If you stay here, I won't drug you out of my subconscious. I merely said that you should come back. When it's all settled. It's up to you."

He was selectively answering comments this time around.

He ignored anything to do with Mycroft or about insight into himself. He refused to believe he pushed people away when they so obviously left him.

Sherlock looked down and 'hmphed' under his breathe. "Never was the same without you."

Forgot to bump >.> woops

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"Well yes but at least I have those few months. The point is, I haven't had to go and crawl back to Sam and Gene. I may just when my months run out," Peter remarked, giving Sherlock a fairly amused look, the other man wasn't going to let him have a win, was he? Shame, he was actually proud of how well he was holding up.

It was a 5 minute taxi rid to their home and boy was it something to envy. Natalie had a lovely place and Peter had been thrilled when he moved it. It was so big and well laid out. He was going to miss it.

"Spare key is hidden in the bird feeder, lets just pray the kids aren't in."

((Ouch >< lame, really? I hope things aren't too bad! Is the weather any better in America? Still snowy?

Re: Forgot to bump >.> woops

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Sherlock didn't care about Peter's comfort levels. As he led, Peter followed. The old way of things, the balance, wasrestored. As so often happened, Sherlock refused discussions that were not about a subject he had interest in (his own health for instance) and instead focused entirely on the project at hand. No breaking and entering required, unfortunately. Sherlock was a fan of discovering places to slip into unnoticed.

No one seemed to be at home. Everyone was at the hospital it seemed. Natalie would not be released so soon. She did try to kill herself, at least legally.

Sherlock snorted at the massive waste of space that this house had. "Just the two of you. Pointless. Absolutely." And up the stairs he went!

(another bad storm Thursday. Gonna try to get my work do e before then in case we lose power)

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"Well, no. She has a son in his late teens and a fully grown daughter, who needs a flat but the waiting list is too high so she's here everyday. With her boyfriend. Whose three years older than me."

So yes, it was a full household half the time and most of it was spent with Peter locking himself in his and Natalies room or playing cards with Danny.

"Er, Sherls, keep close and don't meddle!" Peter called as he ran up after Sherlock, weaving his way through the hallways and staircases till they reached the top floor. Three stores still boggles his mind but he supposed it was worth the money. His stuff was ... well, it was all over the place.

In fact the study floor was absolutely covered in files. Clearing his throat, he gave Sherlock a small look. "You wanna start here or the bedroom?"

((Gah, we blew a fuse D: electronics are finally back! *cheeeer* And damn, I hope you don't lose power!))

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Peter had another thing coming if he thought Sherlock was going to help in anyway. He was here only to bring Peter hereand to mess around with things no matter what the other man said.

"Lived the high life, did you?"

Maybe that came out more cruelly than intended but Sherlock did not apologize. He only did so sarcastically. And even then, not always.

"Just hurry it up. There are potential cases going unsolved."