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Who: Peter and Sherlock
When:  The Neo Ripper has been apprehended and Sherlock makes good on his word to go camping with Peter.

It didn't matter if John approved.  The blond was giving him quite the look as if he expected Sherlock to invite him along.  He had no idea about what camping meant and for Sherlock to agree to it after a childhood of bland

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"I crammed it in the backseat with the fish rods," Peter informed Sherlock. The car was jammed full of everything he might of possibly needed. And, of course, he was going to of inevitably forgotten something. what that was wouldn't be discovered till he really needed it. As always. But luckily for Peter, he usually had everything sort of under control. "Carefully on the recorder on the passenger seat and you can fit your bag on the back seat!"

Smiling like an excitable idiot, he leaned over to have a good old fiddle with his radio, making sure that his old travel mix tape was ready. Said mix tape was solely a Proclaimers tape that he brought years ago and plays managed to find an excuse to play.

"Do you have everything that you need then?"

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Sherlock had himself, an overnight bag with some clothes, toiletries and a few nutrition bars. Just in case. Sometimes Peter forgot to pack actual food and now that their case was over, Sherlock was back to eating as properly as he could manage. Besides, it ws either these or John threatened to start injecting him with vitamins to be sure he got them.

Honestly, what an insane little man. He half smiled at the thought of it.

"Let's hope so. When's the last time you've actually driven?"

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"Hmm, I think it was when I was crashing in Gene and Sams spare room and I had to drive to work. I had this wee little rental car that wasn't very good actually. But it was either that or risk a lift with Gene and he kept running over my foot whenever I tried to get in," So, to sum all that up, it had been a while. But some things just never got forgotten. "It's just something you always know, Sherls. Like riding a bike."

Which, interestingly enough, Peter did once forget how to ride hiss bike. Which was how he broke his arm at 17.

"Can you even drive or did you just skip learning entirely?" Peter asked as he started up the car and made sure everything was set and safe before taking off. Proper precautions and all.

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"Mummy had Mycroft give me lessons." And that meant that Sherlock had never learned. By the time he was of age, he hated his brother was a passion generally reserved for lovers. But then, Sherlock and Mycroft had always had very odd brotherly affections for each other despite Sherlock having severed his end of that bond when he was twelve.

He'd never quite cared for another person so much. Peter was a very close second though. If he had been as genius as Sherlock, he'd have eclipsed Mycroft in devotion really.

Sitting gingerly in the front seat, Sherlock immediately pulled out his mobile.

It would be safer not to look.

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"Nah, I don't think John would like me sleeping in your living room," Peter pointed out as he swung their hands about in a playful manner, smirking somewhat at the very idea of Sherlock holding his hand. "And I couldn't kick them out, they have no where else to go and their under threat. I don't mind the sofa that much."

He usually slept on the floor anyhow. He found it more comfortable if he burrowed himself in blankets and sprawled out till exhaustion put him to sleep. Not healthy but he liked it.

"They'll hopefully sort it out soon and I can get my bed back. I got it back once but then I felt bad, Sam was sulking cause I posted those picture of him sleeping half naked," which were on his blog for everyone to see still.

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"I saw," Sherlock said, arching his eyebrow interestedly. Peter's blog was a source of interest for Sherlock, mostly because it did not center around him as much as John's did. Being the one to get the attention was fine, but he hated having all of those opinions sent around about him. Terrible, inaccurate, opinions.

Messy, all of that.

"As soon as we get back, we'll work on their case." It seemed something that he and Peter could not only work on together, but it would give back to their old friends. Not that Gene or Sam were ever friends of his. He put up with them for Peter's sake.

Oh, what a fool he was letting him go. He'd never had and likely never would have a relationship quite like that one again.

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"We could! We could help them, get rid of Stu and then you and I can get back my bed," it was a moral issue that he was doing it all to have a bed but at least he was helping them, right? And they did need a hand, it was coming onto a month and they were only entitled to 3 weeks paid holidays.

Nodding his head happily, he gave Sherlock a bright amused look.

"You read my blog?"

He loved his blog, it was basically just an excuse to prat around and write embarrassing things about his friends. He loved them all but they did always manage to piss him off somehow. So, naturally, he got his revenge.

Just in a more subtle manner.

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"Yes. And I'm not a sheep." Sherlock did keep rather quiet about how it sounded really about getting the bed back. Having a place to stay when John decided that he needed space could be nice.

And it went with Sherlock's theme of keeping Peter. He would keep Peter. He'd make up for those years apart. They were dead, just lost. And not even really lost. Look at them, holding hands. Look at them, being close. Look at them...

Sherlock leaned against Peter as he use to do. He remembered it all. Ever step. Every smile they shared. Well, maybe not quite that, but close enough.

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Peter washed his hands in the rain and dried them on his trousers, sparing Sherlock a small frown. Did he really get that botherd by Peters ice cream method of eating. It was frankly quite horrible but Pete never cared

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Peter's reaction is confusing, likely because he's never known Sherlock to date. And with John it isn't dating. It's-- He doesn't know. It's undefined. Purposefully. And then there's Peter...who has never been interested, he just has helped Sherlock out from time to time

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"We parted away because you didn't want to meet in the middle," he would of done anything to see Sherlock but it was either stay with him and leave his family, upsetting his father and mother. Or stay with Sherlock and he didn't even know if that would be a stable living. He supposed he panicked himself and ran off but he didn't ever really blame Sherlock

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"I used to stroke Locky like this and his left foot would twitch and his eyes would close in utter pleasure," Peter remarked with an amused look, Sherlock reminded him a lot of that dog and visa versa. The name, despite the looks he got for it, was just perfect.

Even if Gene did talk about getting him committed when he nick named the lazy of Bassett Hound next door 'Crofty'.

"So, it's raining and we have nothing to do. Is my evening solely going to be petting you or do you have any ideas?"

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"Yes. We are." Sherlock could manage quite the grip when he had to, even if Peter just kept fighting...and fighting him... AAH! Their hands were too muddy, too slippery and that was causing quite the problem. Off Peter went and for a moment, Sherlock actually half panicked. He thought about tackling the man but instead just went after him.

If that blond idiot shot Peter, Sherlock wanted to be there to return the favour.

"I don't...I can't...I have no idea what... I just...Gene, Gene, what will we do?" Sam sobbed, soaking wet as he curled up against the larger man's chest, hiding his face. Stu's men would never come to justice. He knew that. And yet...

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Peter was off, running like a loon and determined to catch the villains. If he got shot then at least he tried but he wasn't giving up. Course his running made quite a racket, especially with Sherlock right behind him. Bushes rattled, branches snapped and they were basically one big alert that someone was coming.

Gene put an arm around Sam and whipped out his gun, holding it out protectively. he already killed his brother today, he was willing to do it again to a stranger if he had too.

As Peter whipped through the bushes, Gene took a shot at him and Peter had to leap out the way. Bloody hell!

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"It's us, you morons," Sherlock called when he heard the firing. "Don't shoot. You've only got two more rounds and I don't aim for that to be put into Peter or I!"

There was a troubled moan and that likely came right from Sam. Really, he was a copper. He had to be better than this. Than again, if even half of what Sherlock suspected had happened to Sam, then that bastard laying dead in the woods deserved it.

Sherlock came out of the woods with his hands up, a tired sigh on his face.

"I hope you're all very happy that I'm incredibly wet now."

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Peter poked his head out from the bush and squinted at the culprits. No. No, it wasn't them. He refused to believe it. Sam and Gene constantly went on about the morals of coppers. Sam was the first to lecture him whenever he broke the rules. They could of just shot someone in cold blood!

"We're thrilled," Gene mocked sarcastically, still plenty of fight left in him, despite the blood on his clothes, the rain all over him and the very fact that he just killed his brother. "Any chance you fell in mud as well?"

Why not go the whole way and wreck all of Sherlocks clothes. Nosy git.

Turning his head, he regarded Peter from the bush he was partially ducked under. It wasn't easy to have such an old friend looking at him like he was a threat or a danger to them all.