AU-squared: someday it will have a name

[americas_son]

Cal could study for the sociology test coming up on Monday. It's not like his grade in that class is so stellar that he can afford to bomb it.

But he could also play sounding board for Sherlock's latest "only in Sunnydale" case.

Guess which one he picked?

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[if_inconvenient]

"Always nice to see you, Watson."

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"Holmes," Cal greets cheerfully, as he has taken to doing upon occasion since he actually read the books.

Well. One of them.

Well. The first few stories.

He's gonna read the rest someday, okay? Victorian lit just isn't his thing. That he's even gotten that far is a testament to how important he knows it is.

[if_inconvenient]

"This one," he says, smiling faintly, "is a lost dog. Consider what on Earth might cause someone to apply to me over a misplaced pet."

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"You should definitely overcharge them."

Seriously, that's just boring.

"Unless it turns out the dog's a werewolf or something."

[if_inconvenient]

"I considered hellhound, but ruled it out almost immediately. Thus far it remains a mystery."

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"Maybe it's a sewer rat," Cal says reflectively. "Like in that urban legend."

The one where the chihuahua turns out not to be a chihuahua.

[if_inconvenient]

"I've seen photographs."

In other words, no.

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"Damn."

That's okay. Cal will survive the disappointment.

Look, he's already over it.

[if_inconvenient]

Sherlock laughs.

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Cal laughs a little himself.

"I'm gonna go grab a soda, you want anything?"

[if_inconvenient]

"I think that is a fine idea. I'll make myself a cup of tea."

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Of course he will. Cal shoots him what looks an awful lot like a fond glance.

"You are allowed to drink soda, you know."

[if_inconvenient]

"I am well aware of this. And yet—tea."

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Tea it shall have to be, then.

To the kitchen!

[if_inconvenient]

Where the tea lives!

Also the soda. But soda is for losers.

[americas-son.livejournal.com]

Losers? Or cool people?

Cal snags a can of Sprite from the fridge and pops it open, leaning back against the counter to idly watch Sherlock make his tea.

[if_inconvenient]

Sherlock takes his time about filling the kettle. Not that he's being obnoxious, or anything.

[americas-son.livejournal.com]

Of course not. Cal is just rolling his eyes for the exercise.

He takes a swallow of Sprite, then decides,

"I'm gonna wait upstairs."

[if_inconvenient]

"As you like," he says agreeably, laughing.

[americas-son.livejournal.com]

Cal snorts and leaves the kitchen.

He only gets about halfway up the first flight of stairs.

[poeticterms]

On some of Tony's more interesting experiments, the alarms are rebroadcast throughout the house when triggered.

This is just such a case.

Jarvis would add some kind of suggestion to the noise, but frankly he has no idea, and if there is no time for him to speculate there is even less time for a human to react.

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There is, in fact, exactly enough time for Cal to start in surprise at the sound, dropping his soda, before -

- he doesn't know, exactly. Something the human mind is not built to cope with, which ends with a really hard landing on an unyielding surface.


Ow.

[poeticterms]

The lights in the room come up, and a dry, familiar voice says:

"You are not authorized to access this area."

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Cal's eyes open, and he blinks a couple of times, but he doesn't register the unfamiliar surroundings yet - he's too busy trying to get his breath back after having the wind knocked out of him.



"- Jarvis, what just happened?" he manages to ask after a moment.

[poeticterms]

"You are not authorized to access this area."