Sherlock Holmes: Consulting Detective (thedeductionist) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2013-10-02 16:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | parker, sherlock holmes (elementary) |
WHO: Elementary!Sherlock & Parker
WHAT: Sherlock finds a bleeding and hurt woman on the streets of Lawrence. Sadly, this is not the first time this has happened to him (it's just the first time in Lawrence).
WHEN: Backdated to late Saturday night/early Sunday morning
WHERE: Streets of Lawrence, then the medbay
RATING: Medium to be safe
STATUS: In progress
He was out very late in the evening. Closer to very early morning. It was a good thing Joan was such a sound sleeper, or else she would probably read him the riot act for it. He knew Latin, knew the exorcism spell, and he had enough training in multiple forms of hand-to-hand combat that he felt he could take on anything that made an effort to hurt him. And to be honest, even if he did get hurt, he would heal. He knew his limitations, and if he was going to be modest, which he usually wasn't, they were relatively high.
Of course, most people in this town didn't know that. He didn't socialize very much, preferring to keep to himself. He had attended every class that was offered, as well as the ones Bobby Singer was giving in lieu of camp. He would do the bare minimum of conversing with the others. But, aside from Joan, he had no friends here. He had no attachments. And perhaps that was best; the fewer attachments he had, the fewer people who would be hurt if the Seal suddenly took him back to New York. He had seen on the boards what the sudden disappearance of others had done and he did not want to inflict that on anyone else. God knew what it would do to him if Joan was taken. He would not deal with it well, that much he knew.
And it was thoughts such as those that had him staying up at night. His mind was always whirring, and while he knew it wasn't particularly safe to be wandering the streets of Lawrence so late at night if he stayed in the flat one more moment he would go stir crazy. Using his computer to go on the boards only made him more antsy, for lack of a better term. There was so much going on and nothing he could do to help. He hated that helpless feeling more than anything else. It reminded him all too well of the helplessness he felt at the height of his addictions. So tonight, he was going out for a walk, demon possessed people be damned.
He wasn't too far from the complex when he heard a whimper. The only reason he had not brought his iPod and headphones was because he wanted to be alert, just in case someone tried to get the drop on him. And the whimper sounded as though it was a whimper of pain, not a whimper of fear. He followed the sound to it's source and saw a young blonde woman huddled in on herself. The light was dim, but he could see she was bloody. She would probably be bruised relatively shortly, if she wasn't already. Sadly, this was not the first time he had run across someone huddled in a painful heap. This was just the first time it had happened in Lawrence. He went over to her and knelt down next to her. He would not ask if she was all right; it was painfully obvious that she was not. Instead, he would see how bad it was. "How badly are you injured?" he asked after a moment. "Can you stand?"