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[Sherlock is lying back on his bed - not in the Flop, he's been holed up elsewhere - with the camera trained on his face.]

Well. Now that we're all done being shot at and talking over plans to get shot at in the future, perhaps someone can come up with something else to do.

[Locked to Agent K and Kara Thrace]

I want my things back. Your items are safe.

[Locked to Claire Bennet]

Still with us?

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[She's right there with you on that one Sherlock.]

Yeah. Earth. So I know the Sherlock Holmes stories, okay?

The what? What stories?

[In 2010 he'd been... nobody, according to the public. An ex-junkie who stayed up at all hours updating his website when he wasn't helping the police quietly, behind the scenes. It doesn't make sense.]

Come on. The books, the old movies, the movie that just came out last y-

[...Looooong pause. Oh my god what.]

You're serious, aren't you. ..But he's not real. He's-

-a fictional character.

[No. But.... no. Really? No.]

You're certain you didn't mishear me, that it isn't some other name? Sherlock Holmes?

I'm certain. Watson, mystery genre, greatest fictional detective of all time. It's basically a household name.

... There's no way. You must just have the same name o-or something. Aliens and time travel I get, but this?

[She can't see it, but while she's been talking Sherlock has been slowly sitting up until his spine is perfectly straight. His voice is quiet, but intense.]

Well, and I'd say a girl who can get shot to pieces and stand up a minute later without it being some sort of trick could only happen in comic books.

That was real blood and those were real bullets that had been warped from impact. Your clothes had holes in them but you didn't.

I'm from 2011. A year later than you. It was unlike anything I'd ever seen.

[Considering she's been in future-telling comic books and paintings..] I see your point.

[She pauses before speaking, as if choosing her words carefully. Claire speaks slowly, calmly, explaining and admitting the truth. There's still a guarded edge to her voice, though.]

It was all real. I can't get hurt, not really. ...I heal. There are other people back home. They can do things. Incredible things. Sometimes very dangerous things. And.. Healing is what I do.

So what is it - genetic experiments? The next stage in human evolution?

It's evolution. I don't think anyone's figured out exactly why or how, but there are theories. Most of which were put in the one book on the subject.

[If they're writing books about it, that means it's public knowledge. If it's public knowledge, he ought to have heard something about it. It would have been all over the news, and this isn't the sort of thing Sherlock would have ignored.

The possibility of parallel realities is something he's ignored, because it was never relevant. Maybe they were, maybe they weren't. What did he care?

He still doesn't care so much about that. What he cares about is feeling out of his depth. Which has been happening way too much lately.

There's a lengthy pause while he's turning all that over in his head.]

The 'why' and 'how' don't matter. Not now that we're here. But it could to them, if they ever got their hands on you.

[It isn't public knowledge, but sectors of the government know, and those surrounding the "Specials" know. The public and the majority of the science community think the book is in the pseudo-science genre. ..But Claire kind of exposed herself to the world moments before arriving. So it's probably going to be public knowledge soon.]

I know. [She says seriously, a weight in her voice.] Believe me, I know. They're not the first big heavily armed mysterious group I've encountered.

And that's also why I'm going to ask you not to spread my special brand of freakyness around. I don't know you any better than anyone else here, and I'm really not in the mood to be captured and experimented on anytime soon.

[He thinks the necessity to keep her ability a secret goes without saying, so - he's not going to say anything.]

If I were you, I'd do what I could to change my appearance. They've already killed you once, and in a rather memorable fashion. Someone may notice if they were to come back and it happened again.

Either that or stay indoors the next time they feel like tromping around in their jackboots.

[NUH UH DON'T TELL HER TO HIDE. HIDING IS BORING AND SHE CAN HELP PEOPLE DONTCHA KNOW. Claire refuses to do the keep herself safe thing okay.

There's a pause before she answers, her voice hard.]

When they come back, I'll be ready.

Good. I don't imagine they were paying that close of attention, but it can't hurt to take precautions.

Didn't think you'd go for the indoor option, sensible as it is. You're very into heroics, aren't you?

[A twinge of defensiveness.] I can't get hurt. If I have this ability, I might as well use it.

By throwing yourself in front of people. Only so long until they notice. What will you do then?

By then I'll be able to shoot back.

If you must insist, make very certain you can.

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