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Just have to find another place to go

[Sherlock has decided that he likes whatever this place is - a replication of his apartment, yes, but it has just the right mix of quiet and chaos going on in the background that he can get some proper thinking done. And God knows he has a lot of thinking to do right now.

He sits on one end of the couch, hands together and resting beneath his chin, eyes closed. The observant will notice just how tense he is, as if he's expecting something to happen. The ridiculously observant may notice the small spots on the left side of his collar - dried blood stains, there for days at least. And those with a sort of "sixth sense" or whatever for odd things? Well... maybe you can figure it out.

He just sits, unmoving, for now. How long can a person keep this up, exactly...?]

((OoC: BBC'S Sherlock, AU'd! Wide open post, do feel free to bother him. He needs it.))

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[Sherlock opens his eyes, drops his hands and sits away from the back of the couch.]

We're not in our flat. I haven't been here in four days, and yet everything is exactly as we left it. Everything. All the way down to the last speck of dust on the mantle. I'm sure in four days time, something should have been moved, either by you or by Mrs. Hudson.

Four--Four days? That isn't right, Sherlock. [he moves aside some magazines on the table and has a seat on it across from him] You haven't been missing at all. Or I haven't. Neither of us has!

[starts peering at Sherlock's face] Maybe you just hit your head, or you passed out. You have had something to eat, haven't you?

[there are any number of medical ailments that he really doesn't want to think could be the cause of such a great amount of time right now. then again...he can't explain the old experiment set-up away with the same exact reasoning. but that's something he'll have to think on once he's figured out what's wrong with Sherlock. he reaches for Sherlock's hand, aiming to check his pulse rate.]

I have been missing. [Said with a slight frown.] And I haven't hit my head. That would be too easy.

[Yeah, about that whole pulse thing... Sherlock knows what John intends to do, and he sits back again and casually folds his arms across his chest like it's what he intended to do anyway.]

It has been four days, John, but you came in behaving as though you'd only just stepped out to the grocery and I'd been here the whole time. Strange, isn't it? I've no explanation for that yet.

[he frowns at Sherlock, mostly for taking his hand away, but partially because this odd sort of thing would happen around him, wouldn't it?]

That's exactly what happened. I left--[he pauses, thinking]--couldn't have been more than an hour ago, and you were in here reading a magazine.

Sherlock, what happened to you, then? You said you were missing, and I would have noticed that.

Am missing. This isn't our flat.

[But the question makes him frown - and was that a slight twitch? He looks off to the side.]

I was attacked. Strangest thing, actually. I haven't been back since.

[he opens then closes his mouth] Hold on, you were--when--[he covers his eyes with one hand]--no, you said four days ago. But you seem all right physically. [yet the way Sherlock looked when he came in...] How was it strange?

No weapons, just brute strength. And teeth. You don't see much of that.

[Yes, because that was the only thing strange. Right, Sherlock. He can't decide if he should be honest, use discretion, or just continue to dodge. If the whole ordeal has turned his world upside down, what would it do to John...?]

[considering the sort of situations he's been in before meeting Sherlock and where their cases have led him? his world has already been turned upside down--and deep down, that thrills him. his expression becomes serious.]

No, you don't. Exactly how did they use teeth?

In the way teeth are frequently used. [he says, somewhat distantly... he shakes his head, brings his focus and attention back to John.] Particularly the canines. They were even extended, which I'm sure helped them a great deal.

[Honestly, thinking back on it makes him want to shut down and change the subject, but he knows that's not going to happen.]

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