Dr. John H. Watson (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
theblogger) wrote2014-03-08 05:48 pm
theblogger) wrote2014-03-08 05:48 pm
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The same sort of science that put a hole in your head?
[ There's a bit of a frown, but he nods. ]
Well, tell you what -- how about you let me hold onto your communicator for a little bit and I contact Sherlock to see if we can't get you something like a puzzle to work out?
[ There's a bit of a frown, but he nods. ]
Well, tell you what -- how about you let me hold onto your communicator for a little bit and I contact Sherlock to see if we can't get you something like a puzzle to work out?
[ John sees the communicator go off, but he doesn't budge from where he's sat in 001 197. It could be an emergency. It could be one of the two remaining Sherlocks calling for his assistance. He doesn't move. If it's that important, they'll keep ringing or leave a message, right? John doesn't have anyone he wants to talk to right now, not even himself. ]
OK?
[ Since when has Sherlock bothered to leave him a message about what he's doing? ]
Something happening?
[ Text, August 15th] (Ataraxion) (Don't underestimate Edgeworth's stalker powers)
jurisimpudent
2012-08-16 03:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[Edgeworth hesitates at the preamble explaining to leave a message, then he hangs up right before he'd begin speaking. What could he say? Are you all right is absurd, and it would probably just sound sarcastic or facetious coming from him. Will you be competent emotionally to do the autopsy is brutal. What would help Watson?
He hesitates a long time, and then finally it occurs to him. He texts:]
Dr. Watson, this is Miles Edgeworth. I've something of a medical puzzle for you.
He hesitates a long time, and then finally it occurs to him. He texts:]
Dr. Watson, this is Miles Edgeworth. I've something of a medical puzzle for you.
[ The comm blips with a text. It'll be another twenty minutes before John looks. Perhaps Edgeworth would be surprised that he's one of the few people John would concern himself with answering right now. ]
If this is about Sherlock, there's no puzzle.
[ That took a surprising amount of energy to type. ]
If this is about Sherlock, there's no puzzle.
[ That took a surprising amount of energy to type. ]
Edited 2012-08-16 15:48 (UTC)
[What would it be like to be in Watson's position right now? To lose someone is hard enough; to then have to see it treated more as a point of fascination than an actual loss over the network would be worse by far. In some ways, it is perhaps karmically appropriate, yes, since Holmes himself was more thrilled and fascinated than mournful in the face of death. It is perhaps just.
But in this measure of justice, it's a decent man like Watson who suffers, not the culprit himself. So Edgeworth cannot be overly...enthused about it.]
It is not about him.
But in this measure of justice, it's a decent man like Watson who suffers, not the culprit himself. So Edgeworth cannot be overly...enthused about it.]
It is not about him.
[ He'd heard other network posts when Sherlock's body was found. That was more than enough to keep him off from looking after he's come to accept the fact that his best friend was dead and, more than that, died terribly. Chase wavered around the door outside and he heard snippets of her talking from time to time, but that was the extent of John's involvement in whatever gossip was going on.
Sherlock wasn't a nice man - John knows that, would be one of the first to say that he was a proper tit, in fact. There are plenty of people who hate him, would seek to hurt him if they had the chance, or hurt him again. There were people laughing at him somewhere, surely, and people like Edgeworth, who thought Sherlock got what was coming to him after all. And the thought of it brings bile to the back of John's throat, makes him feel gnarled and violent.
But then, there are people who are sincerely mourning his loss. And there are people who want to be kind to him, want to apologize for his loss. And that makes John feel just as sick, in another way, but still something incomprehensible and unwanted. And so he's secluded himself.
Edgeworth essentially promising to not talk about Sherlock is what finally gets him a call. ]
Let's hear it.
[ His tone is level, officious. Not raw or ragged, upset, annoyed. He hasn't cried. He hasn't done anything except sit here, staring at the empty seat across from him, feet bare and scraping slowly in the carpet from time to time. ]
Sherlock wasn't a nice man - John knows that, would be one of the first to say that he was a proper tit, in fact. There are plenty of people who hate him, would seek to hurt him if they had the chance, or hurt him again. There were people laughing at him somewhere, surely, and people like Edgeworth, who thought Sherlock got what was coming to him after all. And the thought of it brings bile to the back of John's throat, makes him feel gnarled and violent.
But then, there are people who are sincerely mourning his loss. And there are people who want to be kind to him, want to apologize for his loss. And that makes John feel just as sick, in another way, but still something incomprehensible and unwanted. And so he's secluded himself.
Edgeworth essentially promising to not talk about Sherlock is what finally gets him a call. ]
Let's hear it.
[ His tone is level, officious. Not raw or ragged, upset, annoyed. He hasn't cried. He hasn't done anything except sit here, staring at the empty seat across from him, feet bare and scraping slowly in the carpet from time to time. ]
[There's the slightest pause, because Edgeworth is admittedly caught off-guard by the brusque businesslike command. He's caught off-guard, too, by Watson's cool collected voice. If he had a friend who was murdered -
Well. This is why you don't have friends, Miles. And Watson got what was coming to him too, because he was foolish enough to allow friends into his life. This is always what happens...
He silences the nasty voice within him.]
I suspect this may possibly lie outside your area of expertise. But...Gene therapies. Have you ever worked with them?
Well. This is why you don't have friends, Miles. And Watson got what was coming to him too, because he was foolish enough to allow friends into his life. This is always what happens...
He silences the nasty voice within him.]
I suspect this may possibly lie outside your area of expertise. But...Gene therapies. Have you ever worked with them?
[ John isn't the sort of man to let anyone see that he's hurt, or linger when things slide out. It's how he'd been able to live with a man like Sherlock Holmes. And if there's work, he can focus on that. ]
I went to medical school. I'm familiar with the concept. Why?
I went to medical school. I'm familiar with the concept. Why?
I've learned recently that there's a certain individual on-board who suffers from a genetic condition that severely curtails lifespan. I wish to look into finding treatment.
Doctor Ross is our cellular biologist, and the closest professional to what you're looking for. We had a geneticist, but she disappeared a few months ago.
[ There's a brief pause. ]
The only people left on the med staff are myself, double-oh-seven John, Rory Pond, and Dr. Brink.
I'm guessing this person you're talking about isn't up to talking to any of us themselves.
[ There's a brief pause. ]
The only people left on the med staff are myself, double-oh-seven John, Rory Pond, and Dr. Brink.
I'm guessing this person you're talking about isn't up to talking to any of us themselves.
No.
[He takes a breath.]
There's a certain degree of...mistrust for doctors. Brought about, not coincidentally, by those very genes. It's a designer condition, as it were.
[He takes a breath.]
There's a certain degree of...mistrust for doctors. Brought about, not coincidentally, by those very genes. It's a designer condition, as it were.
Everyone's programmed to die. It's in our genes.
[ There's a certain distance to the statement. ]
And it seems like everyone who needs a doctor is someone who doesn't trust them. They've all got their reasons. Doesn't change the fact that they're likely to die without medical care. Most of them realize that.
And they deserve to choose how they die.
So they won't come and see us... so you'll come and deal with us on their behalf. Either way, they're going to have to trust what we do for them, aren't they? Or trust you, who trusts us.
Do they trust you? Do they know you're calling me?
[ There's a certain distance to the statement. ]
And it seems like everyone who needs a doctor is someone who doesn't trust them. They've all got their reasons. Doesn't change the fact that they're likely to die without medical care. Most of them realize that.
And they deserve to choose how they die.
So they won't come and see us... so you'll come and deal with us on their behalf. Either way, they're going to have to trust what we do for them, aren't they? Or trust you, who trusts us.
Do they trust you? Do they know you're calling me?
Yes. They trust me, and I made it clear I was going to be getting in contact with a physician. And, if I might be allowed a moment of perhaps comparatively snap judgment, I...trust you in turn.
[He clears his throat, self-conscious. It's a more sentimental statement than he's used to uttering, and he's painfully conscious that there's no time when people are more prone to rejecting sentiment than after something like this.]
In any case. I would indeed supervise all treatments - again, not from a lack of faith in your abilities, but just as a measure of comfort to her. [A slight pause - ] And, frankly, so that I would bear the brunt of her anger if there were no results, rather than you suffering that.
[He clears his throat, self-conscious. It's a more sentimental statement than he's used to uttering, and he's painfully conscious that there's no time when people are more prone to rejecting sentiment than after something like this.]
In any case. I would indeed supervise all treatments - again, not from a lack of faith in your abilities, but just as a measure of comfort to her. [A slight pause - ] And, frankly, so that I would bear the brunt of her anger if there were no results, rather than you suffering that.
Trust and altruism's all we've got to go on here.
[ There's a slight pause. ]
I've got an idea but you ought to know everything we can do will be experimental. I want your word that she's going to try, really try this. There's no use in me tapping everyone I know that can help and getting them involved in this if she's not even going to let us take samples. That said, I don't see you being involved as a problem at all.
[ There's a slight pause. ]
I've got an idea but you ought to know everything we can do will be experimental. I want your word that she's going to try, really try this. There's no use in me tapping everyone I know that can help and getting them involved in this if she's not even going to let us take samples. That said, I don't see you being involved as a problem at all.
[Edgeworth feels a slight surge of either disbelief or optimism - he's not certain which. Honestly, he half didn't believe what he'd been telling to her - that there is hope, that there's any possibility. But if a doctor like Watson thinks there's some chance, even a remote and untested chance...
His voice is suddenly tense, energetic.]
I'll...get her word, first, that she's willing. I'd not want anyone wasting their time, no - but what is the idea?
His voice is suddenly tense, energetic.]
I'll...get her word, first, that she's willing. I'd not want anyone wasting their time, no - but what is the idea?
Well, there is a geneticist on board and the machinery on this shop far surpasses the technology of my time. There may be some information about gene therapy in the library or else, perhaps, in the science department. Someone made those...things, and it sounds like you're saying someone made her the way she is. Logically you'd think there's a way to do something.... They were doing genetic experiments in my time. The future has got to have advanced.
...That's a good point.
[He hadn't remembered about those creatures. But that's true, they were engineered no less than she was - ]
If only they hadn't destroyed their records. The original science team, I mean. Still, I like the thought of the research that went into those monstrosities saving lives, rather than taking them.
[He hadn't remembered about those creatures. But that's true, they were engineered no less than she was - ]
If only they hadn't destroyed their records. The original science team, I mean. Still, I like the thought of the research that went into those monstrosities saving lives, rather than taking them.
Edited 2012-08-18 21:53 (UTC)
Well, if she's willing to work with me, I'll do the best I can for her and have everyone looking into it that could possibly help. We're certainly not going to just let her die if she doesn't want to go. Does she take any medication? If nothing else, we've a synthesizer that can recreate just about any material. We've had to make a lot of blood and replicated the cure for the epidemic through it.
But talk to her and be sure...
By any chance, is this the girl that told the network that medbay was injecting people with untoward things?
But talk to her and be sure...
By any chance, is this the girl that told the network that medbay was injecting people with untoward things?
[A slight pause, and then he confesses:]
It is. I...will be quite frank; I still do not entirely know why she said that.
It is. I...will be quite frank; I still do not entirely know why she said that.
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