[He's waiting in his armchair, wanting her to come through the window but expecting someone to attack him at the door. When she does appear, Sherlock doesn't say anything-- just stands casually.
He has a million witticisms stored away, but instead he's in front of her within a single stride and pulling her close to him with one arm and placing his other hand delicately on her reformed skull.]
[ She can't really help the flinch. Not that it hurts, that would be pretty stupid. Go through all that and come back again, just to have the Core half-ass the job? No, she's fully recovered. Physically, at least.
A second later she wraps a hand around his wrist to keep the hand there, leaning into the touch and closing her eyes. ]
[It's one thing they can share after the event-- physically, just fine. But the confrontations of emotion still haven't left him. Sherlock notices her reaction to the touch on the head. Stupid. Obviously she was conditioned against that now.
Sherlock pulls his hand away, and eventually altogether, putting his hands in his pockets.]
[ She allows that, him pulling away, but only for a few seconds. A few seconds of hesitation, of wondering if she has the right-- before she just doesn't care anymore. Then she's stepping forward to close the gap, wrapping both arms around his waist, and pressing her forehead against his chest.
[Sherlock's almost caught off guard when she hugs him again, and he doesn't move his hands from his pockets. He only looks down at her, red head intact, and is entirely relieved that she's real. This is the only thing the damn Core is good for, he decides. The only thing.]
[ She closes her eyes. Talking, man. That is totally not easy. But there's nothing like a near-death experience to loosen words, and an actual death experience is even better. She speaks into his shirt. ]
I was-- worried I wouldn't come back. You know, after I figured out there wasn't any running. And I thought-- I figured that'd be pretty low. Kinda sad. All this time here, you just knowing "Robin".
[ She pauses, finally shifting to glance up at him. ]
[The notion that she was thinking about him when she should have been thinking about her own survival jars Sherlock. Is the correct response to be flattered or to be horrified? There's elements of both brewing in him now, and he can't express either. Instead, he simply shrugs.]
I had an inkling.
[Not really.]
Carrie, then. [He'd largely ignored the other Robins, so the title was still unique to her, for him. Still, it was nice to know.] A real name and trousers. You're well on your way, aren't you?
[ She starts to lower her gaze again, satisfied with him knowing-- but pauses. Her eyes narrow suddenly, lips pursing in suspicion. Kind of a quick flash back to her old self from her previous dullness. ]
What inkling? [ she'd been careful, hadn't she? unless-- ] Was it Griffin?
[At least that's true. Sherlock is amused that for once she's acting her age. Maybe even a little less than it. He follows her so he can actually take the sugar out now that he was sure it was her coming to visit.]
[Sherlock can't help but want to know what happened. At the same time, he knows he shouldn't make Robin talk about it. He's not even sure he fully wants to hear it yet.
So instead, he just sits across from her, and quietly pops a sugar cube in his mouth.]
[ She doesn't have to look up to be able to guess what he's thinking. She's a little surprised he hasn't asked about it yet, really. This being Sherlock, and all.
She reaches over to snag a sugar cube of her own, chews on it for a second or two, and speaks. ]
Don't really remember much. Sorry. Just, the dying part, then suddenly waking up again -- no in between, as far as I got.
[ That gets a pause, and the general blankness of her face takes a definite turn for the darker. She's already called Peter about it, of course, assigned him a void and begun keeping painfully close tabs-- but there's no hiding the sourness at hearing his name.
She trusts Sherlock to get plenty of answer out of her silence, and doesn't bother contradict his statement. ]
[Sherlock feels his lip twitch upwards into a snarl for the barest second; he knew it. All that muttering about how Sherlock didn't understand when of course he had all along. Peter's withdrawl, the traumatic responses-- not only was it all guilt based, it was all fear of one's own omission.]
He just watched.
[There's a murderous finality to Sherlock's words, and the cube cracks between his teeth.]
[ The hardness in her expression is pretty rare, and years from her usual casual air. But she nods. ]
His power. Makes him pretty like-minded with Sylar. [ Which is by no means an excuse, but at least it's a reason. ] I got a void on him 'til he can learn to control it.
[ And for a good while after, if she has her way, she doesn't add. ]
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Date: 2011-10-01 06:41 am (UTC)He has a million witticisms stored away, but instead he's in front of her within a single stride and pulling her close to him with one arm and placing his other hand delicately on her reformed skull.]
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Date: 2011-10-01 06:49 am (UTC)A second later she wraps a hand around his wrist to keep the hand there, leaning into the touch and closing her eyes. ]
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Date: 2011-10-01 07:12 am (UTC)Sherlock pulls his hand away, and eventually altogether, putting his hands in his pockets.]
Have extra sugar cubes today.
[She hadn't been around to abuse them.]
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Date: 2011-10-01 07:19 am (UTC)Better. Much better. ]
Hey, Sherlock?
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Date: 2011-10-01 07:27 am (UTC)Hm?
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Date: 2011-10-01 07:31 am (UTC)I was-- worried I wouldn't come back. You know, after I figured out there wasn't any running. And I thought-- I figured that'd be pretty low. Kinda sad. All this time here, you just knowing "Robin".
[ She pauses, finally shifting to glance up at him. ]
It's Carrie.
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Date: 2011-10-02 04:44 am (UTC)I had an inkling.
[Not really.]
Carrie, then. [He'd largely ignored the other Robins, so the title was still unique to her, for him. Still, it was nice to know.] A real name and trousers. You're well on your way, aren't you?
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Date: 2011-10-02 04:48 am (UTC)What inkling? [ she'd been careful, hadn't she? unless-- ] Was it Griffin?
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Date: 2011-10-02 05:22 am (UTC)Just an inkling. I haven't spoken to him on the matter.
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Date: 2011-10-02 05:26 am (UTC)I told him not to tell.
[ ...it's a really nice distraction, actually. She's not quite as annoyed as it is refreshing to act it. ]
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Date: 2011-10-02 06:05 am (UTC)[At least that's true. Sherlock is amused that for once she's acting her age. Maybe even a little less than it. He follows her so he can actually take the sugar out now that he was sure it was her coming to visit.]
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Date: 2011-10-02 06:09 am (UTC)Yeah? So, the Core give you partial telepathy then, or what?
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Date: 2011-10-02 06:29 am (UTC)Now what would I do with something as useless as telepathy?
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Date: 2011-10-09 05:02 am (UTC)Bet you'd hate that. Suck all the fun outta it.
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Date: 2011-10-09 07:55 pm (UTC)[Sherlock's smirk fades after a moment.]
...How are you, then?
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Date: 2011-10-10 04:08 am (UTC)Good enough, I figure. Considering.
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Date: 2011-10-10 07:57 am (UTC)So instead, he just sits across from her, and quietly pops a sugar cube in his mouth.]
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Date: 2011-10-10 02:47 pm (UTC)She reaches over to snag a sugar cube of her own, chews on it for a second or two, and speaks. ]
Don't really remember much. Sorry. Just, the dying part, then suddenly waking up again -- no in between, as far as I got.
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Date: 2011-10-10 04:52 pm (UTC)There was another man there. Peter Petrelli. He claimed he tried to stop it.
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Date: 2011-10-10 05:11 pm (UTC)She trusts Sherlock to get plenty of answer out of her silence, and doesn't bother contradict his statement. ]
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Date: 2011-10-10 07:20 pm (UTC)He just watched.
[There's a murderous finality to Sherlock's words, and the cube cracks between his teeth.]
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Date: 2011-10-10 07:53 pm (UTC)His power. Makes him pretty like-minded with Sylar. [ Which is by no means an excuse, but at least it's a reason. ] I got a void on him 'til he can learn to control it.
[ And for a good while after, if she has her way, she doesn't add. ]
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Date: 2011-10-11 12:50 am (UTC)[Sherlock's voice is sharp as blades. He should've taken Peter when he had the chance, but everything about that night was a jumbled mess.]
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Date: 2011-10-14 07:04 pm (UTC)[ She pauses, not exactly looking pleased to be saying any of this. ]
...He's better'n prison. Or-- can be. Maybe.
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Date: 2011-10-14 09:08 pm (UTC)Either he is, or isn't. Use the evidence.
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