John H. Watson (johnhamish) wrote in riftcity_logs, @ 2012-05-28 21:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: jack harkness, character: john watson, post: closed |
Who: John Watson & Jack Harkness
Where: John's hotel room
When: A few days after this
What: Jack meets John, who happens to know a little something about our mysterious supervillain
Warning: PG-13? If nothing else, for descriptions of violence when discussing Moriarty
So far, this trip was shaping up to be every bit as foolish as everyone had thought it would be. He'd met an American who pretended to be psychic and had heard of Moriarty, but knew nothing about him, and he'd been sent a picture of a place in Cardiff. That was it. He had nothing further to show for mad chase after Sherlock Holmes.
He wasn't very good at this. He was intelligent and capable, but he wasn't a detective, and if anyone could hide his tracks, John was sure that Sherlock could do it. He wasn't even sure to begin. So he'd taken to wandering around Cardiff, hoping that something would happen to help him sort it out.
He hadn't expected that something to happen in his hotel room.
It was late afternoon when John returned to his hotel, debating about what to do for dinner. There was a spot down the street that was fairly good, but he was debating trying something new. He wasn't paying much attention when he opened the door to his room; after all, he had every right to expect it to be empty. He dropped his card key coming in and let the door close as he bent to pick it up. When he straightened, he noticed the figure sprawled out in the hotel chair.
Instinct was to reach for his gun, but he suppressed it; he'd never reach it in time. Besides, if the man wanted to pull one on him, he would have done it when he was leaning over to retrieve his key. But he eyed the man warily. "Who are you?"