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Title: Synecdoche
Author: ciaranbochna 
Fandom: Sherlock/The Dresden Files crossover
Rating:  PG
Length: 363 words
Spoilers:  All episodes of Sherlock, all Dresden Files novels.
Disclaimer: I own not the characters, nor the world. Not beta'd  
A / N:  Continuation of "Catching Up"  So little time....   I realise, I am not writing this quickly, my apologies.
Summary: "It’s like putting on a familiar coat, something you barely register as clothing; the fabric is so permeated by you."

Some say lying takes practice. Not for everyone. It’s like putting on a familiar coat, something you barely register as clothing; the fabric is so permeated by you.

It was so easy to be useful, to feign awe at his deductions. Granted, Sherlock wasn’t one of the everyday populace. People. The word synonymous with stupidity.

The accidental “interruption” at the morgue, handing the report to Molly as Sherlock stood, riding crop loosely in hand. Happening to pick up Chinese at his favourite take away, casually mentioning the bombings in the paper. Letting slip an observation or two of my own, enough for a genius’ gaze to stay focused on me for more than a moment.

Meeting to discuss physics, manipulations in DNA, and speculations on who was controlling the Middle East. It had been going so well until my death, or what passed for it.

I would have ignored it except that there were witnesses to my murder in that alley. Otherwise the knife wound would have closed, and my plans with Sherlock would have continued.

Now, I am resigned to the skull, for lack of a physical form. At least I am close, and there is no need to be subtle about planting ideas in that whirling brain of his. Oh it isn’t my skull of course, but as something to attach to, it will do.

I do miss having a body though, useful things. Still, the subject needs tempering, and I can easily brush myself into Sherlock’s mind now, without all the bother of talking to him.

Sherlock is like “people” in one respect. He isn’t so observant that he notices when he is part of a long game, at least not ours. It is tempting to show my hand just for the reaction on his face, but no.

I suppose that “Bob” suffers from the same temptation occasionally with Harry. I long for acceleration—when the flames will dissolve everything in a pyroclastic glory. A little theatrical but true.

My skull vibrates on the fireplace mantle. Sherlock and John are not so unique that they will survive, but for now, their pieces will suit. Machinations and time, I abound with those.



( 10 comments — Leave a comment )
Jan. 30th, 2011 11:30 pm (UTC)
Oh, this is a sinister personality indeed. So well drawn in such a short space, too.
Jan. 31st, 2011 07:57 pm (UTC)
I appreciate that, thank you. I always worry about characterization:)
Jan. 31st, 2011 01:41 am (UTC)
Oh, yay! You updated. :) I adore your stories.
Jan. 31st, 2011 07:58 pm (UTC)
Thanks:) Hopefully it won't take quite as long next time..lol
Jan. 31st, 2011 03:09 am (UTC)
I love the Machiavellian-ness of the skull. Plotting and games... Cool!
Jan. 31st, 2011 07:59 pm (UTC)
Oh yes, there will be plotting--once I know what it is..lol
Feb. 1st, 2011 07:08 pm (UTC)
So the skull really was Sherlock's friend!
Feb. 2nd, 2011 05:22 am (UTC)
Oh he thought so;)
Feb. 6th, 2011 04:33 am (UTC)
I do like this....and am also kind of worried by it :D either way, it's awesome :)
Feb. 6th, 2011 04:46 am (UTC)
I figure I can live with worry..lol
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