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[whatofthewarts]

Irene Adler had many homes, and many more hiding places, but months after her death Sherlock was certain he'd found at least half those in the country. She had her many stolen jewels tucked away all over the apartment, and it took him the better part of the afternoon to dig them all out of their hidey holes. When he had them in his pockets, he went searching for someone else entirely.

Although they had their obvious differences, given their different environments, Sherlock found it was remarkably easy to track himself down.

"Making headway, I presume?"

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[lostwithoutmyblogger]

"Only very slightly."

He answers, sharply, glancing up at the arrival of the man who shares his name and little else. Remaining in 221B had been intolerable, and London was even worse. He has taken a small country home.

He keeps bees. Researches temporal mechanics.

"What do you want?"

Not unfriendly, just... himself.