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Sherlock Holmes, after a fashion ([personal profile] if_inconvenient) wrote2010-11-22 06:32 pm
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He has not spoken to Cal in six days.

It is a ridiculous measurement. Plenty of more important things have happened since then. Tony is now CEO of Stark Industries. Virginia Potts has, with some reservations, accepted a position as his personal assistant. She is already proving invaluable. The media seem to believe that the only interesting thing Obadiah Stane ever did was die, and Tony has indulged in several bouts of cathartic rage on the subject.

And yet.

He has not spoken to Cal in six days.

Every moment he has to spare, away from the minutiae of making Tony's job easier as best he can, finds Sherlock on the couch in his workroom playing the violin. He throws himself into the most challenging pieces he can find, and as soon as he has perfected every note he moves on immediately to the next.

But he doesn't keep count of how many new solos he has mastered this way. Another count entirely occupies that part of his attention.

He has not spoken to Cal in six days.

[identity profile] americas-son.livejournal.com 2010-11-22 11:48 pm (UTC)(link)
This is the best Cal has felt in days. Everything related to Stane's fake death has gone off without a hitch - the paperwork stood up to whatever inspection it was placed under, people who got bribed stuck to their stories, and Tony played his part without even punching anyone. Last Cal checked, the media had decided that, what with two deaths of well-known public figures in a month, Sunnydale's death rate is the most exciting part of the whole thing. A week from now, they won't even remember Obadiah Stane existed at all.

After he was sure everything was going to be fine, he went to bed and slept for about sixteen hours, making up all the time he'd missed since Stane's real death. So that's helped too.

None of which is to say he feels all that great, though. There's still Sherlock, and Cal still doesn't know what to say, but he's out of excuses.

He thinks for a while about just calling, sort of easing his way back in that way, but he has to admit to himself that that just wouldn't cut it. Sherlock deserves better than that. (Plus Cal can almost hear the dryly disapproving way Jarvis would answer the phone, which - no.)

So in the end, fairly late that night, he gets into his car and drives out to the Stark residence.
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[personal profile] poeticterms 2010-11-22 11:52 pm (UTC)(link)
When the door unlocks for him as per usual, there is already a faint sound of music audible from within.

[identity profile] americas-son.livejournal.com 2010-11-23 12:06 am (UTC)(link)
As always, Cal finds the door's opening reassuring. Perhaps a little more so than usual this time.

"Hi," he says.
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[personal profile] poeticterms 2010-11-23 12:12 am (UTC)(link)
"Hello," he answers.

"Sherlock is upstairs, as you can no doubt guess."

The heartbreakingly beautiful notes of yet another violin solo are clear, if distant, all the way from the third floor.

[identity profile] americas-son.livejournal.com 2010-11-23 12:16 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah," Cal says, glancing up the stairway.

"Thanks."

He hesitates for a second or two, then starts up the stairs.

[identity profile] americas-son.livejournal.com 2010-11-23 12:24 am (UTC)(link)
Cal is slightly out of breath when he gets to the workroom, but not as much as he'd normally be; he took a little extra time coming up the stairs.

He pauses in the doorway.

He decides not to interrupt.

[identity profile] americas-son.livejournal.com 2010-11-23 12:34 am (UTC)(link)
Cal shifts in the doorway a little, and gives a quietly awkward cough.

[identity profile] americas-son.livejournal.com 2010-11-23 12:38 am (UTC)(link)
Of course he does. Who did Cal think he was dealing with here?

He steps into the room, pushing his hands into his pockets.

"Hi."

[identity profile] americas-son.livejournal.com 2010-11-23 12:54 am (UTC)(link)
As demonstrated the other day with Tony, Cal can't let a silence sit for too long even when he doesn't know what to say.

"I'm sorry," he says. "I - took so long." The sentence is broken and awkward, coming out in two pieces instead of one, but it's better than not saying anything.

He hopes.

[identity profile] americas-son.livejournal.com 2010-11-23 01:00 am (UTC)(link)
Cal huffs out a breath that sounds something like a laugh, ducking his head.

"Damn," he says. "There's no rulebook or anything?"

[identity profile] americas-son.livejournal.com 2010-11-23 01:01 am (UTC)(link)
Cal looks back up.

"Yeah, that - sounds pretty much like us, I guess."

[identity profile] americas-son.livejournal.com 2010-11-23 01:07 am (UTC)(link)
Cal smiles at that, relieved.

"I can live with skipping the part where we talk about our feelings if you can," he offers.

[identity profile] americas-son.livejournal.com 2010-11-23 01:20 am (UTC)(link)
There's plenty to be said. Some of it he genuinely cannot articulate even to himself, but some of it . . . he could try, anyway.

But what would be the point? Nothing would change. So he shrugs and says,

"I don't have anything."

[identity profile] americas-son.livejournal.com 2010-11-23 01:24 am (UTC)(link)
. . . Cal can't quite hold his gaze.

[identity profile] americas-son.livejournal.com 2010-11-23 01:31 am (UTC)(link)
"I . . ."

Cal runs a hand through his hair.

"I'm pretty sure I was the asshole here," he says finally.