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Library [09/26]

There was music in the library today. It wasn't the same, loud, pervasive music that Jonothon normally opted to, however. Today it was almost like a whisper of music. Like a hundred little voices all joining together in song.

... Or, more accurately, the rustling of the pages of every book on the subject of music in the entire library, all rising up in glorious, but quiet, harmony.

They'd just finished Sound of Silence, and were moving on with Scarborough Fair when Jono came in, levelled that aisle with a look, and then shook his head and set to work shelving things. Occasionally, things that were singing at him.

Ah, Fandom.

[Open! And listening to Simon and Garfunkel.]

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//I find myself wholly and completely unsurprised,// Jono shared. Because that was a huge secret.

...

//He's gone in there looking for botany books, right?//

Just making certain. What with the ones that were making music not far away, and all.

"...He's probably gotten distracted by the singing books."

If John sounded a little worried... well, he had rights to.

They were just lucky that Sherlock wandered back with a singing book in hand. "It keeps calling me baby (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kffacxfA7G4)."

//It likes you. You should keep it,// Jono replied. Flat. So very flat.

If the book had taste that terrible, then the library didn't need it. He'd replace it himself, if it came down to it.

"No!" John hastened to intervene. "No, let's not-- let's not steal books from the library."

It would sing at him all the bloody time. Singing books, and they got Justin Bieber?

Sherlock looked from one then the other before closing the book and offering it over to Jono. Helpfully.

"Your botany selection is lacking." In talking onion books.

And Jono very helpfully filed the book under 'rubbish.' Good place for it.

//I imagine nobody's written that particular book yet,// he replied, shaking his head. //I haven't seen any almanacs predicting a moody onion crop this year.//

"Perhaps the library in Baltimore has a more thorough selection?" John had an inkling they wouldn't get anything of interest out of Jono, which meant it was in everyone's interest to get Sherlock out of here quickly. "I think I saw a decent Chinese restaurant nearby as well."

Though he hoped the mafia weren't involved.

"I suppose I could do with Chinese." Yeah, not helping with the assumptions there, Sherlock.

Raven was still in the library, and once she saw Sherlock came in she of course was keeping an eye on him and Jono. At least that nicer man, Dr. Watson, was there to act as a buffer. But she was still compelled to drift over and make certain he was not harassing Jono.

"Hello again, Jono. Good morning, Dr. Watson," she said. She didn't address Sherlock, but she did incline her head in acknowledgment of him so she wouldn't be entirely rude.

//Hello again, luv,// Jono greeted, with the air of somebody who was being utterly professional while also trying to not laugh at Chinese Dinner Date plans in the making. And while also-also trying not to look too thankful that here had come one more Sherlock-buffer.

Buff, Raven. Buff.

... Let's not go for buff here, shall we?

"Good morning, Raven," said John, unconsciously pasting his Kind Professional smile on (which always looked oddly pained). "We were just heading off. Right, Sherlock?"

John? Assumptions. This is where they came from.

Sherlock looked from one to the other before settling kindly on John's little smile. "It's like home already," he informed John with more cheer than he really ought to.

He was allowed to be amused by the little things sometimes.

Raven looked from John to Sherlock. "Oh, I did not realize you two were together," she said. Well that explained why John had apologized on Sherlock's behalf now, didn't it? She definitely approved of the good influence.

It really did explain everything, didn't it? Jono had certainly thought so, at least. It explained how John could get Sherlock to recognize 'bad things' with a glance, at least.

In Jono's head, John totally had Sherlock whipped, yes.

//Charming, innit? They were just making plans for Chinese food in Baltimore.//

"I-- it is not a date," John said, mostly because Jono had been the last one to speak. It came with less conviction than it used to, though, not because it was any less true, but because John had had to sit through one too many dinners with restaurant owners who refused to believe he and Sherlock weren't dating. "Flatmates," he said. Firmly.

"Together?" Sherlock asked, focus back on Raven before glancing over at Jono again. "Yes, I suppose that's the easy conclusion to draw. Incorrect as it may be."

"Did I mention I am an empath?" Raven said, more amused than she should have allowed herself to be. "I am able to sense feelings of others."

//Oh, Raven, luv,// Jono almost moaned in an aside just to her, //don't let him know that. Next, he'll he prodding at you and asking you to tell him what he ate for dinner a week ago Tuesday.//

And then, on an open thread again, he added, //Welcome to Fandom.//

And a shrug. Very what-do-you-do-about-it.

"I am not dating him!"

Because John was obviously focused on the important things in life.

"Yes, I gathered as much," Sherlock replied dryly. "But thank you for that confirmation. And it's as John says. I'm sure he'll find a nice woman to chat up tonight to make up for this, though."

"Denial is an uncomfortable thing," Raven said. John had been pleasant to her, so she didn't exactly relish making him more uncomfortable, but she also felt the perverse desire to try to make Sherlock squirm like he'd done to her. She'd feel bad about it. Later.

She gave Sherlock a curious glance. "I told you your feelings seemed blunted to me," she said thoughtfully. "But for Dr. Watson, they are much more...vibrant."

"They do?" Not the point, John. "...Nevermind that," John said, closing his eyes and waving one hand at Raven. "No. Whatever you're thinking, no. I think we've been wasting enough of your time..."

//Oh, no, no, no waste of my time at all,// Jono admonished with a wave of his hand. //This is my job, after all. Helping people find books of interest. In fact, if you don't mind standing around for a few more moments, I could fire off an e-mail to th'library in Baltimore to spare you some work, to make certain they have all of their books on angry onions sitting out and waiting for you when you get there.//

He was helpful!

And being a complete bastard all at once.

Edited 2010-09-26 19:38 (UTC)

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