fandomhigh | The Science of Deduction, Friday

When all the students had finished filing into class, they might notice a man sitting at the teacher's desk, busy on his mobile phone. Presumably, their esteemed teacher. Esteemed.

Yes.

"This is the Science of Deduction," he said, not looking up from whatever he was working on. For all they knew, it was a rousing game of Tetris. "If you're uncertain as to whether or not you belong here or if you are only in this class to make your parents leave you alone, the answer is no. The door is to your right. I'm sure we'd all appreciate you leave before you waste our time. I know I will."

There was a pause as he waited for anyone to take that offer. It was the kind thing to do, right?

"Let's begin with me saying that I'd rather not be teaching you," Sherlock said, closing the phone and placing it on the desk. Brutal honesty was always the best when dealing with teenagers. Really. "I have it on good authority that I'm not good at dealing with children or idiots. Both of which are in the room at the moment. Outside the classroom as well, but we're not focusing on that at the moment."

He shrugged because what could you do?

"My name is Sherlock Holmes and yes, I am already aware that I share a name and an alarming number of characteristics with a fellow from Victorian England. Any comments about it and you will be assisting me with my experiments. Always pleased to have live subjects for a change."

Oh, if only that was a lie.

"So, let's begin, shall we?"

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Yet another class that Cally might have chosen to take if it hadn't been chosen for her, though this one was more likely to have some sort of analogue at home.

This teacher, though... she wasn't sure he had an analogue anywhere ~~aside from the diagnostic medicine team at Princeton‑Plainsboro hospital~~.

"My name is Cally," she said simply, waiting to hear what he had to say.

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~~Dear god, the production values...~~

"Another pet owner." No, he never saw the draw of a small creature that only demanded food and attention he couldn't spare. "Beyond that, it was too easy. Another orphan if your reaction to Bruce was anything to go by. And your accent... it's distressingly familiar."

THANK YOU, BBC.

Oh good, give her false hope! "You've been to Auron?"

THANK YOU, BBC.

IT WAS THE BBC'S FAULT.

"Doubtful, but you sound as though you're from London."

Cally shook her head. "I'm not from Earth. Is London a part of England? Quinn--" She nodded towards the other girl. "--said I sounded English."

"Alien?" And now Sherlock's focus was just shattered. "And you sound English. Interesting."

BBC FAIL.

ENGLAND CONQUERED THE STARS OKAY?

Cally gave him a bit of a shrug. "Terran Standard is the dominant language in the galaxy; even my planet speaks it now, though our ancestors didn't come from Earth."

GO ENGLAND!

"How different are you from human then?"

There was a way to revitalize yesterday's dog-dampened funk of loneliness in seconds flat.

"Physically? Not so very different, though we can't naturally cross-breed." Not you and her personally, Sherlock. Just your races. "But my people are telepathic."

"Oh? You can read my mind?" Like poor, poor Emma.

"No." Cally shook her head. //But I can speak into it.//

"There is another person on the island who can do that," Sherlock said, already planning something.

Lieutenant Kerrigan could, for one, but Cally was interested to see if he meant someone else. "Ben told me there were other telepaths among the students, but I haven't met them yet."

Actually she'd been sitting in class with one of them twice now; they just hadn't been properly introduced yet.

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