fanficWorld| 221bagel -- Mystery/Adventure -- Posted: 27/09/2012 -- Updated: 30/09/2012 |
“You lied to me, by the way,” he points out as they enter their Response Centre once more. “You did know her name and her appearance. You just couldn’t say it.”
Sherlock raises an eyebrow but says nothing, crossing over to the console to send a message – ostensibly to his brother in Personnel. John sighs, and flops down onto his bed.
“You’re not going to admit it, are you?” he asks Sherlock.
“Admit what?”
“That you lied to me, and that you were wrong.”
“Wrong how?” asks Sherlock.
“You did know about the Sue, but not how her message should be interpreted.”
“I knew her name.” Sherlock replies vaguely.
“And you couldn’t tell me because?”
“She went into hiding by removing her name from the text and forcing everyone to forget she ever entered their world. She also made it hard to tamper with the Words. She knew about us, and so she thought the best way out would be to forget her own existence.”
John ponders it for a moment. “Okay, even if that’s true… how many Sues are going to readily forget themselves?”
“Those who want to escape the PPC,” suggests Sherlock, rolling his eyes.”Obviously.”
John purses his lips. “I suppose. And who is theimprobableone?”
“None of your business,” replies Sherlock, shrugging.
“You called him a consulting Suethor.”
“That’s what he is.” Sherlock shrugs again. “It truly isn’t any of your business.”
John sighs. “Fine, your funeral. But before the console beeps for another mission, we should celebrate our first at the Cafeteria. Drinks are on me!”
“Excellent! You can always tell a good bottle of Bleepka by the shape of the cap. And I can always predict the snarky quotes underneath them.”
“No, you can’t.” But John’s already at the door to the RC, opening it, grinning widely.
Sherlock smirks, as if in challenge, and dons his scarf once more. “Challenge accepted.”
And as they leave, the console beeps once more. A Protector’s job is never done.
END.