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Jena Williams ❤ Dr. John Watson (aheavyheart) wrote in thereincarnates,
@ 2012-09-04 15:57:00

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christian malone, jena williams, jonas aldred, willa thompson

Who. Jena Williams, Jonas Aldred, Willa Thompson & Christian Malone
What. Risque outings, mind games & surprise confrontations
Where. Los Angeles, CA (Skin)
When. Tuesday night, September 4th 2012
Warnings. See above.

The last thing Jena wanted to do when she got home from a twelve-hour surgery was spend the night out, but Jonas hadn't given her another option. She'd barely stepped through the front door when the reincarnated detective descended on her with his usual, fast paced babbling. At first his incessant rambles had been difficult for her to decipher, but after a time Jena found it easier and easier to understand the man. Holmes and Jonas were similar in ways she and Watson could anticipate, so by now, she was used to it. She was also used to never really having any peace and quiet anymore, which she didn't necessarily mind. These days, peace and quiet made her nervous. She had her mystery intruder to thank for that. Jena had been staying with Jonas at 221B ever since, and despite her terrible sleeping habits and Jonas's maniacal quirks, she was grateful for the company. Very grateful.

After convincing a very befuddled Jonas that someone else's blood on her scrubs was not a good look for her, Jena showered and changed before resigning to her fate yet again as she walked out the door and onto whatever new lead he'd managed to latch onto tonight. She should have already guessed their target, but she didn't fully realize what they were doing until they were stepping out of the MTN in Los Angeles and standing in front of a place called Skin. Just looking at the outside of the place, Jena wrinkled her nose with distaste, having no desire to step inside. Sure, she was all the way in London, but she'd still heard of this reincarnate favored strip club called Skin. It had quite the sordid history, more so than most strip clubs did, and considering the client base it'd kept before it was closed for a time, Jena could guess what sort of people it catered to now.

"Oh, god. We're going to end up with herpes just from sitting on a chair in this place," Jena groaned, sighing heavily before throwing Jonas a side long glance next to her. She knew there was no convincing him of changing his mind now, not when he was wearing that look. That look of stubborn, single-minded determination whenever Willa Thompson was involved. Just the thought of her name made Jena scowl, having a supreme distaste for the female reincarnate of Professor Moriarty, and that was an understatement. Jena looked down at herself, suddenly realizing she was going to stick out like a sore thumb in this place with a t-shirt and jeans. So, Jena made an impulsive move and ripped the material of her shirt at her torso, tearing the whole section off and letting it drop to the ground, giving Jonas a look as they both made for the entrance. "If even one drooling miscreant in there touches me, you owe me a drink. For each ass grab. And I charge interest."

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aheavyheart
2012-09-07 08:01 pm UTC (link)

"Of course," Jena had replied easily, knowing full well that telling him to be careful was about as useful as telling the sun not to rise. She took comfort in knowing that even when Jonas was rash, he was no less brilliant. The best and the wisest man that they knew, still. She had no cause to worry, but she did anyway, just like Watson did. But to ease Jonas's own concern, she patted her front jeans pocket where her cell phone was and nodded. "I'll ring you immediately."

She wasn't as surprised as she maybe should have been when he called her Watson, mostly because it wasn't the first time he'd slipped like that, but also because it just seemed natural to her. They were people with their own lives and their own thoughts, with different names, but at the heart of it all they were also still Holmes and Watson. That was perfectly obvious in all of their already well established habits that they'd crafted together as a pair. She was his doctor and he was her detective, and that's the way it had been and always would be. Jena found she didn't mind that so much. It felt good to belong to someone, and to have someone who belonged to her again. The nature of their relationship was a little different from Holmes and Watson's of course, the latter being a little more strictly platonic, but the sentiment remained the same.

Jena watched him go only for a moment, before exhaling and turning back around to firmly set herself in a new direction. She wasn't even sure she knew what she was doing, she was the doctor not the detective, so she simply followed her feet. Completely unaware of the new pair of eyes that were on her now, Jena followed her feet all the way to the entrance into the backstage area, slipping through it with no trouble. The hall in front of her was dark and silent, immediately feeding to her growing unease, but she swallowed and pushed herself forward at a slow creep. "Come on, Watson," she muttered to herself under her breath as she turned a corner. "Now's not the time to get spooked..."

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aloadedgun
2012-09-08 06:41 am UTC (link)

Now's not the time to get spooked. How wrong she was. While the Doctor and the Detective squabbled, the troops were lining up. Domino after domino, events were falling into place. The Detective knew it. It could be seen in his eyes. The way they watched the room, searching for more than what there was. He was close. Oh, so very, very close. Not close enough. But she was. Only for the fact she had chosen the right path. Didn't she know better than to travel into the woods so late at night? And without company, too. Tut tut. This was a tragedy in the making. He only hoped that her basket of goodies could keep her safe from a big bad wolf that she could not see in return.

The shadows moved only for a time such as her back was turned. They took after her in slow, noiseless steps, weaving in and out of couples and corners. A ghost roamed this nightclub and no one was the wiser. The Detective could not see what was right before his own two eyes. The Doctor could not see what she did not understand. How daintily she moved, the fresh exposure of skin standing out as smooth as he recalled. She slept with similar patches showing through sheets and he oftentimes admired its presence in the stillness of the night air. She did not see him, because she could not see him. Dead men told no tales.

Silence waited patiently, mouth around something unlit and unscented. Hawks' eyes kept firm attention and he knew where it was she was going now. The physician needed to get a better look at things. She needed to gain perspective where she had not yet been able to do so. He knew another path. This was the one that kept him hidden from sight, the one that allowed his gaze never to waver. Two fingers rolled and the cigarette in his mouth moved across his tongue. This was a game of lion and mouse. The mouse would skitter across the areas, narrowly avoiding the gaze of the lion.

But it would do her no good.

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aheavyheart
2012-09-10 01:46 am UTC (link)

It wasn't until a good while later that Jena finally felt eyes on her, but of course when she looked behind her, she saw no one. Was she just being paranoid? Jena didn't have the instincts of a detective, but she still had good instincts, it's what had saved her that night at her house. Whether it would save her or not now, that remained to be seen, but she didn't stop. She slowed down, but she kept going. Inhaling and exhaling deeply, determined not to be scared off by whatever was going bump in the night tonight. She wouldn't let it get to her. She was stronger than this.

The dark hall eventually gave way to a faint glow. A door at the very end was slightly ajar, giving off a soft light from the inside. Jena thought she heard voices, and against her better judgement, she moved forward. Only one step at a time, placing her back against the wall in a careful slide as her slow breathing seemed to echo in the stillness. She hadn't forgotten what potentially lurked in the shadows for her from all those nights ago, but she was the doctor who had chosen the detective's path. She couldn't be so easily deterred, no matter how dark the night got for them. Maybe it was just the changing rooms? At this point Jena knew she was just trying to make herself feel better.

She was five steps away from the door, craning her neck out in the hopes of just being able to peek into it when she heard the voice. It was much closer to her now, and the familiarity of those icy, feminine tones made Jena's insides freeze. What had they whispered? ("Take her.") Jena realized the words too late, and before she was able to turn around and defend herself, someone or something was behind her. Jena let out a loud gasp, lurching back around on pure instinct only to see that her way forward was blocked too. A woman just an inch or two taller than her stood in the doorway, her face unrecognizable through the shadows.

"Good evening, Ms. Williams. Won't you come in for a chat?" Now Jena knew exactly who was in front of her, but she didn't have time to respond or attempt to make a run for it before something made of cloth was shoved over her head and Jena's scream of surprise was muffled behind it. The woman in shadows, known to everyone else as Willa Thompson, smiled coldly before disappearing back into the room, followed by Jena and her captor. Time to send Sherlock a text.

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highfunctioning
2012-09-11 06:51 pm UTC (link)

Jonas Aldred had been dreading this moment since they stepped inside of the club. The doctor wasn't meant to be bait, but as history was wont to do, it had repeated itself in a way that only it could. The text only meant one thing: Willa had gotten one step closer to what she wanted, while he was left empty handed. Typical, wasn't it? His jaw set tight and he moved through people until he was backstage. He ignored those telling him he couldn't, and brushed off those who wanted more. It didn't take long for him to find the dark pathway leading to the doctor's hiding place.

Before he could so much as push open the door, it was pulled and exposed the light of the room. Only someone as horrific as Willa would hideaway in a place such as this. This would, of course, incline that Willa was hiding at all. Hardly. Every move she made had a purpose, and there was, undoubtedly, a purpose to this. His mind was already calculating possibilities and reasons and what an end to this could be. Even as the door was closed behind him, his thoughts did not have time to slow down. He looked to the tall man dressed for the crowd, rather than business, then to Willa.

"Miss Thompson," he said simply, avoiding eye contact with the sight of Jena in the black cloth over her head. It would only stir something in his gut he could not name. He chose to avoid this altogether. His fingers were folded against his back and he raised his brows. "Bit dramatic, don't you think? I would say I was surprised, but I find lying to be rather a dull past-time."

The man placed a key in his pocket and seemed to slither without noise to the reincarnated professor's side. It wasn't close, but it was near enough to give off the impression that he was the muscle. Yes, there was no chance that Jonas' mind was to slow down now.

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crimelord
2012-09-12 11:33 pm UTC (link)

Willa was here on business, not that she would be here for anything else. As the reincarnate of Jim Moriarty she'd reached some spectacular new lows, but a seedy strip joint? She would only ever be here for one reason. Skin and the Resistance had some deeply personal connections that went without saying, and it was in the interest of both organizations that they worked together when it came to the passing of certain information. Just like in the days of CORE. Skin had always been a wealth of information for the more shady individuals, and since its rebirth it had become a hotbed for news that Willa Thompson found endlessly useful.

Senators, politicians, law enforcement officers... anyone in a position of power or influence, including the more morally questionable members of Camelot could be found here depending on the night. It was amazing, just how much someone could find out in any filthy, dark corner of this god forsaken place just by taking off your clothes and letting some poor schmuck drool all over you. She found the whole thing disgusting and degrading, but she saw the usefulness in it too. Some of the girls who worked here were even under Willa's personal employment, and they were very, very good at finding out something useful. She knew Jonas would figure that out eventually, but it didn't matter to her. Christian would put a bullet in their heads before the meddlesome detective got within three feet of them.

The reincarnate of Professor Moriarty smiled a dangerous smile as her reincarnated arch nemesis finally made his presence known in the room, as timely as she'd expected after she'd sent that text from the doctor's cell phone. Maybe Jena didn't know yet that she'd just been used as bait by the man she seemed to blindly trust enough to jump off a cliff for him, but Willa knew. Oh yes, she knew. So she spared the detective none of his feelings as she gave a slight nod to Christian to take the cloth off Jena's head and remove the gag. Now that they were all getting acquainted in a more private setting, she wouldn't be needing that. The room itself was brightly lit but small in space, with only one way in and one way out. No surprises.

"Because you're a man of such virtue and ideals," Willa responded with a still pleasant smile on her face, standing on one side of Jena and Christian near her on the other. She was already enjoying this far too much. "We both know that's not true. You're as much of a liar as I am, Mr. Aldred. Only you're so talented at it, you've even begun to lie to yourself. They have highly qualified therapists to address your particular issues, you know."

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aloadedgun
2012-09-13 05:17 am UTC (link)

Christian remained expressionless. A lit cigarette was hanging out of his mouth, occasionally dripping smoke. Even the sound of his filter seemed without noise. He removed it from his mouth, breathed a dose of cancer into the air, and continued to observe the detective from eyes too dead. He tapped off ash so quickly it didn't seem to hit the ground. His moves were precise, yet impossible. Sharp, yet unmistakably unique. All the while, he spoke not a word. He watched without any sign of stopping.

All the while, Jonas remained unimpressed. His hands were laced behind his trousers and his gaze shifted between the professor and her companion. How quaint that she kept one of her own with her at all times. He could think of very few people willing enough to stay by Willa's side so dutifully. Let alone, one that struck him as untraceable. There was something off about him. Something he couldn't place his finger on. His clothes weren't his own. Like Willa, he wore a disguise in plain sight. He was virtually unknown whilst even making his presence known. Curious.

"I know precisely what it is I tell myself, Miss Thompson, but I do appreciate your concern in regards to my mental health. Speaking of, I see you've earned your reincarnate's knack for dramatically apprehending one's companion in order to invite one to your place of meeting. I can think of five disorders that begin in such a way. Shall I list them alphabetically?" For the first time that evening he turned his attention back to Jena. He looked down at her, a pang of what might have resembled guilt to someone else hitting him in the gut. Jonas didn't let this show and simply looked back to Willa.

"You have what you want. I see no reason to keep Miss Williams here bound and hooded as if we were in some sort of hostage trade-off."

Christian avoided grinning, but behind his lips he wore a grin that reached his ears. He saw but he didn't see. He never saw.

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crimelord
2012-09-13 06:26 pm UTC (link)

Just as Moriarty and Moran were, Willa and Christian were the same, and yet complete opposites. Where she was not calm, he was so still that if you'd dropped a pebble into his center he wouldn't have made a ripple. She was calculating where he was impulsive, but there was always a method to his madness just as there was in hers. He was the calm before the storm, and she was the storm. In that, they were one in the same, and they made their bed together in it. A comforting thought to someone as insane as Willa Thompson, but it was in her brand of insanity that she found genius, and the same could be said of her most loyal companion. Holmes wasn't the only one who could command such loyalty from someone so similar and yet so different from him, after all.

"Do you?" Willa smiled, for once calmly, because she was in her element here. It was Holmes and Watson who were outside theirs, and they both knew it. And yet they'd so willingly walked into this trap, knowing that it had been indeed, a trap. How delightfully predictable they both still were. How easily Moriarty could still see both their hearts, and what resided in them. Particularly that of the female Watson's. "Well you can't say it's not still a remarkably effective method, however predictable. After all, you're here."

The female crime lord knew very well what Jonas must have felt when he looked down at Jena so impassively, allowing the faintest smirk to cross her lips as the hood was taken off Jena so the detective could see his fine work for himself. The doctor barely looked at him though, she was too busy glaring accusingly at Christian, mouth still gagged so she couldn't say what she was thinking but it was written all over her porcelain face. Willa chuckled.

"That would imply this was a trade-off, Mr. Aldred. By my count I have what's yours, but you have nothing of mine." Willa didn't look Christian's way, but it was perfectly clear he was what was hers. And she didn't care if Holmes knew it, it was obvious Moran would always be theirs, and Christian could take care of himself. Willa stepped forward then, only one step, just enough so that the bright light on the ceiling revealed more of herself to the room. Similarly dead eyes looked out at Jonas now with barely concealed contempt. "Are you sure you want to play this game, Jonas?"

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aloadedgun
2012-09-16 05:31 am UTC (link)

Christian watched the Detective, anxiously awaiting his answer. He might not have spoken a word, but he knew precisely what was running through Willa's head, as she knew what was going on in his. Some people might call them two halves of the same coin. As Watson was to Holmes, he was to Willa. He, however, wasn't a sidekick. Some lackey to be apprehended by the shadows. Christian was the shadows. He was an equal to Willa. He was her right hand. He stood at her side and they were not different.

Jonas' gaze did not harden. Ah, but he did see the look upon Jena's face. The glaring daggers in her eyes pointed directly in the direction of Willa's devoted pet. He glanced at the man, attempting to drink in more of the situation. It didn't take long for him to do precisely that. He was, after all, the great Sherlock Holmes. Jena was attempting to tell him that this man, whomever he was, was the one causing all the problems in her life. The root of her night terrors, the reason she could no longer sleep without a gun beneath her pillow. This was Sebastian Moran.

"Quite sure," He took one step forward now. Were he capable of showing affection, now would be the time to place a comforting hand on Jena's shoulder, throw her a hidden message via his words. Instead, Jonas looked down at her, gave her a nod perhaps only the Colonel himself would notice, and did his best to keep his grip behind his back. Rarely did he resort to violence, but the tension in the room was growing thick, and he found himself increasingly more annoyed with this speechless man. "I'm curious, however, to know if you, yourself, are prepared for such a thing."

Christian could see the calculations falling into place in the other man's skull, as if he was projecting them for all the world to see. He knew now. Now he knew. How good of him to finally keep up. There was only one person James Moriarty kept in such close company. Even in this life, a blind man could see the truth. He turned his chin just enough to capture Jena's gaze. This time, he grinned fully. As if to say something only she could understand.

Our game has already begun, Doctor.

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aheavyheart
2012-09-16 06:48 pm UTC (link)

Jena wasn't afraid for her life. Maybe she should have been, but she wasn't. There was nothing that particularly terrified her about Willa Thompson, though she certainly was wary. The female crime lord had proven herself to be as unpredictable as her reincarnate and just as resourceful, in just a few months time managing to completely entangle both the detective and the doctor in her near deadly mischief. She had no limits, no conscious, no heart. These were all very terrifying things, but they were also known to both Jena and Jonas. It was the unknown that frightened Jena, and the unknown was currently grinning at her in the face.

She knew him. She'd known his voice the second he'd spoken, a verbal reminder pulling at the very edges of her memory from years ago. Then she was able to see his face, and she knew. She knew. He'd been friends with her late husband. ... Fiancee. She had to remind herself with a certain pang of regret. She and Tom had never actually been married. He'd died before they could. Was this all just a terrible coincidence? It couldn't be. Staring up at the man she once knew with angry eyes only made more dramatic by the dark make-up she wore, Jena knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that there was nothing about her life that was coincidence.

The sound of Willa's laughter cut through the silence in the room like a knife, causing Jena to flinch, though she was still gagged so she couldn't make a sound. That was when her eyes finally returned to Jonas and she caught the nod he gave her, giving him an answer that only her eyes spoke of. Willa's laugh was short but cruel, clearly enjoying the charade and not at all concerned with whatever Jonas had just insinuated as he took a step closer. "My dear detective," the reincarnate of Moriarty gloated. "How terribly lost in the woods you are. Please, by all means. Untie her. She's of no use to this discussion with that thing in her mouth."

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highfunctioning
2012-09-17 05:49 pm UTC (link)

This discussion, as if binding and gagging were any kind of beneficial to the art of conversation. No, like Moriarty before her, Willa Thompson did not do things simply. This was to be more than a discussion. And yet he, with all his genius, could not foresee what Willa had in her sights. It wasn't something he despised. In some ways, it was what he admired about the woman. But he would hardly say something out loud. Especially in the presence of his companion. He would never hear the end of it, and even he could tell that was something better kept within one's own mind. Sherlock would silently agree with him. He typically did anymore.

Jonas moved forward once his permission was given and quickly removed the gag from his partner's mouth. "Are you all right?" He asked her, examining the lines the restriction had left on her cheeks. There would be time for questions, but that seemed the most important. He set to work on untying her, allowing the binds to fall. Instead of being able to linger and further take a look at the indentions left on her skin, the man at Willa's side grabbed Jonas by the arm with a near inhuman grip and brought him back to where he once stood. His eyes met Jonas' own and they seemed to say You were given one task, no more.

The man then grabbed Jena by the same arm. His stony expression turned into that of an amused, taunt of a grin, and he shoved the doctor up and towards her precious detective. When this was completed, he pushed the chair in, folded his arms, and returned to Willa's side without a sound. Even in the light, the man remained a ghost. The detective's mind was reeling, as the reincarnated soldier knew it would be. All was falling into place without their realizing it.

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crimelord
2012-09-19 05:10 pm UTC (link)

It was hard not to smile as Christian went about his business, but Willa's eyes only briefly found his before they returned to the pair of enemies now standing across from them. Jena was gripping the detective's arm like a life line, still unable to speak it seemed despite the fact that her bonds had been removed, and still glaring hard at Willa's companion. It made Willa gloat inwardly, to know that she had truly gotten under the good doctor's skin. It was even easier than cutting through warm butter, and just as delicate. Willa did smile then, locking eyes with Jena and the doctor couldn't look away. They stared at each other until someone spoke again, and of course it was the professor.

"You've reached the precipice of this journey, Mr. Aldred," Willa broke through the silence in a bored voice, finally looking away from the doctor to get a look at her arch nemesis. He wasn't the easiest man to read, just like his counter part, but Jonas was still a man and even he had little ticks. Little giveaways that pointed to human weakness. Jena Williams was definitely one. Any other weaknesses he might have, Willa was patient enough to wait out. She stood perfectly still, almost eerily so next to Christian, the two of them resembling something akin to a stone wall for all that neither of them moved or spoke unless it was necessary. For Willa now it was necessary, but Christian's ghost was almost as loud as her when she spoke.

"As you can see, you've found nothing here. Whatever you came here looking for, it's already gone. You're too late, and you still won't understand why. You're out of your depth here, Holmes. I'll always be one step ahead of you. The only question is, will you tread carefully into the abyss? Or jump in head first. As entertaining as the latter would be, I am hoping you'll see reason to take the first."

Willa's smile was poisonous, eyes sharp as blue sulfate. She and Christian had already concluded their business here awhile ago, knowing the detective and his pet would follow them here and waiting for them to do so. It was still a game the four of them were playing, but it seemed that only Willa and Christian were aware of the rules. The stakes? Well, the stakes were pretty obvious, placed right in between them as they stood opposite the other on both sides. But who would jump first and enter the race? That still remained to be seen.

"You're as crazy as he was," Jena growled, dark eyes clouded with alarm and Willa only smirked. Out of her mind? Yes, she very well might be.

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aloadedgun
2012-09-23 04:42 am UTC (link)

Christian observed as the Doctor held fast to the Detective's arm. He provided an anchor for her that the Soldier did not understand. He, however, had no problem with this. It was simply an intriguing sight the way they stood as polar opposites to himself and the Professor. How dull their lives were, the inhabitants of 221b. He had seen them in action. Watched them from day to day. Nothing had changed in between their two lives. They had moved back into routine, even despite the fact they could be someone new within a matter of simple seconds. Could Christian feel, he might feel pity for them. Pity that their lives were so fleeting and small. But he had no reason to feel something for the two standing in front of him. None whatsoever.

The Detective did not so much as flinch as he watched Willa speak. He took in her words, and Christian knew at this point he'd taken time to infer several different outcomes to this little party of theirs. What he would never understand was why they did what they did. Why Christian stood by so faithfully when it was obvious his employer was a lunatic. Loyalty was a tricky thing, and in the hands of the wrong person, it could do a good deal of damage. How good, then, that Willa and her companion lived to destroy what they had the rights to.

"That may be," whether he was referring to one female or the other remained to be seen, but his eyes of ice stared down his opponent without a flicker of fear. "Perhaps, then, we should consider this meeting adjourned for the evening," the room was growing tighter, the air harder to circulate. Genius was stuffing out ego, and and Jonas' mind was rolling at speeds he couldn't particularly calculate. "We will see each other soon, I'm sure. I should hope next time you find it within your realm of capability not to capture my companion to call for my attention, Miss Thompson. Your basic needs really ought to be toned back a dial."

Pursing his lips, he steadied Jena and turned to exit the room. "Good evening, Miss Thompson. Colonel." Jonas nodded. Christian grinned.

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