americas_son | Sunnydale AU: An Illicit Visit (no, not that kind)

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Sunnydale AU: An Illicit Visit (no, not that kind)

There is some definite disapproval going on in the Chandler compound over Cal's refusing to go along with the implicit decision that the Starks (especially Sherlock) are not the best company for him. It's not the first time he's pushed such a ruling - far from it - but this is something of a special case. Whether it's the shooting or the fact that Sherlock and his identity issues are generally glossed over in proper society with "He just couldn't handle his parents' death, the poor thing, at least his brother is made of sterner stuff" that causes greater concern . . .

Well. Cal has the feeling his knows the answer to that.

His own accidental death could at least be used to the Chandlers' advantage, after all.

The obvious response to all of this is, of course, to invite Sherlock over to visit.

"We'll have to sneak if we don't want to spend twenty minutes listening to Mother, though."

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While he is sorely tempted to step out into the bar and grab something that might be worth his attention, he decides to give up and play along. He picks something that looks suitably nonsensical.

Speaking of the bar, once Cal has finished his business and opens the bathroom door, it's not his bedroom he finds on the other side. He briefly considers closing the door again to see if Milliways will go away, but decides against it. This is the first time since the bar has appeared since he agreed to check out a Sherlock Holmes movie, so this seems like fortuitous timing to him.

(Milliways is like that.)

He discovers quickly that asking Bar for a list of Holmes movies is not as useful as he would think, or so the resultant heavy three-ring binder would attest.

He blinks at it.

Down the bar, somebody laughs.

It's - simultaneously familiar and yet unfamiliar enough for Cal to glance up.

And do a double-take.

And then a second double-take as his brain tries to catch up.

Fascinating.

"Afternoon," he says, raising his eyebrows.

Well, it's obviously Sherlock and not Tony, even Cal can tell that much. (Of course, it could always be another double, this is Milliways, but that's too many options for Cal to deal with right now. Besides - it's obviously Sherlock, being even more . . . Sherlock-y than the one back in his room.)

A timeline thing? He's heard those happen here. Okay. He can work with that.

"Hi," he says, glancing back at his door.

"What is your name, young man? Something tells me you already know mine."

And he's from California. Coincidence? The connection is tenuous. More data.

. . .

. . . okay. Maybe not a timeline thing. Unless Sherlock is messing with him.

"Uh," he says. "Yeah. Cal Chandler."

"And you know me on sight but you don't, in fact, know me. Most curious." He pats Bar. "Oh, just give him something suitably ironic, would you?"

A DVD case appears on top of the binder. Holmes raises his eyebrows again.

"That," he says, dry as dust, "certainly qualifies."

That - clears things up and confuses them further all at once.

Well played, Bar.

Cal picks up the DVD case and studies it, glancing at the Sherlock who he is now pretty sure is not, in fact, messing with him.

"You're from one of the movies," he concludes. (Aren't you supposed to not say shit like that in Milliways? Oh well, too late.)

"Apparently so," Holmes agrees.

This is going to make an interesting "guess who I ran into in the bar just now" story when he gets back. But for the moment Cal is still trying to sort through everything.

"I have a friend who's you. Thinks he's you. I don't know. It's kind of complicated. But he looks like you."

As an afterthought,

"And so's his brother." Since they're twins and all.

"His brother."

Holmes knows by now that this place has a sense of humour, and it expresses itself in more than just Bar's taste in media.

"Not Tony Stark, by any chance?"

Cal's okay, what expression makes the answer crystal clear long before it comes out of his mouth.

". . . yes."

He flashes a grin—a gesture he and Sherlock have very much in common.

"Fantastic."

Yeah, that's a grin Cal has gotten fairly familiar with as of late. Which doesn't help the current sense of disorientation much.

"- what?"

"Time travel."

Does he need more than that?

"Oh."

Oddly enough, that does help. To an extent. In Milliways, where believing in a world with time travel is a matter of course.

"So - you're not brothers?"

"No, although the resemblance is remarkable."

Under the circumstances, it would almost be weirder if this other Sherlock and Tony didn't look alike.

Almost.

"Huh." There is a second's pause, then Cal asks,

"Does your world have vampires?"

"Not to my knowledge," he answers, "which means no."

It goes equally well for his or Tony's.

Cal nods slowly.

"I thought for a second you were him from the future," he says. "Sherlock, I mean." Just to clarify.

". . . we have vampires."

Just to clarify further.

"Ah, yes, of course. A very good exclusionary criterion, I imagine."

"It helps rule things out," Cal says, introducing a second Holmes to the shortcomings in his vocabulary.

"I mean. So does the time travel." It seems to him that would have come up by now otherwise.

Poor fellow.

"Don't be so sure. As it stands, I know of only one time travel experiment that worked, and I do not predict that number will increase anytime soon. Stark hardly intended to produce me."

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