For Joan

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Continued from here.

(warnings: sexytimes. also, panic attacks, brutal violence, attempted murder, discussion of suicide and actual murder... )

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Ted nods in agreement at that. Beard has been a confidant and a pillar of support throughout this entire thing.

He looks at the time, and figures he might as well do that right now. He doesn't want to text though. If someone kidnapped him, they could easily take his phone and text people not to worry. (He really hates that he thinks like that now.)

So Ted calls Beard, who picks up right away, and yeah, he already sounds worried. Ted does his best to sound reassuring.

"Hey Coach, how's practice?" he asks, nodding a bit. "Uh-huh. Alright, that's good... Listen, I just wanted to let you know that Joan and I are going to take some time to ourselves until the gala, so I'm not gonna check my phone. ... No yeah, it's all good. We'll see you tomorrow, yeah? ... Alright, take care."

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While Ted is speaking to Beard, Sherlock leaves the room for a moment, returning with a phone that he hands to Joan.

"Emergencies only."

"Got it," she says, sliding it into her pocket. "Which safehouse are we using?"

"The one by the docks. Do you remember the evasive measures I taught you?"

"Yes. I take it we don't have time to go back to Ted's apartment?"

"It would be best if you didn't. And best if you left your phones here."

Joan sighs and takes out her phone and puts it on the table.

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Ted hangs up with Beard, catching the end of Joan and Sherlock's conversation. He texts Shaun as well, letting him know not to come by today, as he's not going to be home. After that, he puts his phone on the table as well.

"So, how are we going to do the gala thing?" he asks curiously. "I mean, I should probably wear a suit, and not.." he continues, gesturing to his rather more relaxed outfit.

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"Either I can have someone go to your flat, or you can tell me your measurements and I can purchase one and have it delivered." He looks to Joan. "Will the grey silk ballgown suffice?"

"It'll do." Joan turns to Ted. "Do you want to text Henry so he knows you won't be calling him tonight?"

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"Oh, no need to buy one," Ted answers immediately. He's assuming the danger is in him going home, because he'll be easy to trace, and not because there might be a bomb planted there or something like that, so someone else should be safe.

At the reminder of Henry though, Ted looks disappointed. Talking to him is such a matter of fact, it didn't even occur to him that he can't. "Oh... Yeah.."

He picks up the phone and texts Henry, letting him know that he can't talk tonight, but that he loves him very much and they'll talk soon. He definitely looks sad when he puts the phone down again.

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He looks so sad, and Joan wraps an arm around him, pulling him closer so she can kiss his temple.

"It'll be okay," she says softly, resting her forehead against his and cradling the back of his head. "You'll be able to talk to him soon."

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Ted nods a little, leaning against her. He knows that. Nothing's really changed, but it's just one of those ways of making it all feel a more real, and by extension, scarier and more upsetting.

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She holds him for a long moment, just breathing with him, comforting and taking comfort.

Finally Sherlock clears his throat and Joan pulls back, glancing at her partner apologetically.

"If you're ready..." he says.

"I think we are," Joan says, looking at Ted for confirmation.

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"Yeah," Ted agrees reluctantly. He doesn't really want to do this, for the same reason he didn't want Joan to leave. They don't know how long it will be. Hopefully it won't be long, but... "Yeah, I'm ready."

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Joan stands and picks up Ted's crutch to hand to him.

"We're going to take three cabs," she tells him. "Then we'll walk a bit before we get to our destination. That way it will be harder to follow us." She looks at Sherlock. "Keep us informed, okay?"

"Of course."

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Ted blinks a bit at that. "Whatever you say," he answers. He probably should've brought a second crutch, but he'll be alright. "Feel like I'm in a spy movie. And honestly I preferred it when we were in a rom-com."

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Joan's heart sinks a little at that. It might not be her fault that Ted is going through this right now (and she knows that he would be emphatic on that point) but her life has spy movie aspects that aren't going to change.

She leans forward and kisses him gently.

"When this is all over, we can be a romcom for a while," she promises.

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And as long as Ted doesn't have to be directly part of the spy movie aspects, he's fine with that. He's just not very suited for doing it himself.

Ted smiles a little as he kisses her back. "I look forward to it," he answers. Not just for his sake, but for hers as well. She might be just fine dealing with this on her own, but he can tell it's taking a toll on her, worrying about his safety, and feeling guilty for the hardship, even if it's not her fault.

"And thank you, Sherlock, I really appreciate all this," he adds to Sherlock.

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"You may thank me by remaining alive and well," Sherlock says. He glances at Joan. "Both of you."

"We will," Joan assures him quietly, knowing that Sherlock is worried about her.

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"It's at the top of my priority list," Ted promises with apparent cheerfulness, though it's not hard to tell from the circumstances that his cheer is most definitely a conscious choice as opposed to a natural feeling right now.

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Sherlock nods grimly at them both. "On your way, then."

The route that Joan leads them on is complicated. They take one cab across the city, cross a few streets then hail another one, taking that one to the northern outskirts, then walking another couple blocks before hopping a third cab down to the docks. Joan takes them through an alleyway to a basement door. They go through the basement and out the other side into another alley. Down that alley is another basement door that she enters. This one she locks behind them. There's a short hallway that leads to another door, which Joan unlocks and again locks behind them once they're through. She turns on the light.

Inside is a simple studio apartment, with a queen sized bed, a small kitchenette, a tiny bathroom, a single light above the middle of the room...and no windows and at least five locks on the door.

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Ted consciously doesn't question or comment on the complicatedness of the route. It feels unnecessarily extreme, but he doesn't say so, just trusts Joan.

These London cabs aren't really made for chatting with the drivers unfortunately, so instead he looks out the window, taking it as a sightseeing trip. Occasionally he'll point something out to Joan, whenever he sees something fun.

The walking is a bit more stressful, as he doesn't want to dawdle, but he has to walk somewhat carefully on the cast, even with a crutch.

Once they get there, Ted looks at Joan to make sure they're actually done, before he starts looking around. "This is cozy," he comments, which is probably a pretty generous description.

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Joan is responsive as possible to Ted during the journey, smiling and telling him random interesting facts about the things he points out l, helping him walk as much as possible. The route is a little excessive, but they're dealing with someone with one hell of a reach and Joan doesn't want to take any chances.

"That's putting it lightly," she murmurs. She looks at Ted and gives him a small, strained smile.

"Hopefully we'll only be here a day."

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"It's okay," Ted answers with a slightly warmer smile, leaning over to kiss her temple. "As long as you're here, I'm happy."

It's a gloomy place, and the underground smell and the echo of the walls reminds of him of the basement he was locked in. But this place means safety, not danger, and the presence of Joan makes that a lot easier to remember.

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Her own smile warms a little, and she turns to him and guides his face gently to hers to return the kiss. Then she takes his free hand and gives a slight tug toward the bed.

"Let's get comfortable."

As much as possible at least.

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"Oof, yeah, it'll be nice to lie down," he agrees, following after her. He goes and sits down on the bed, setting the crutch down, taking off his shoes (one normal shoe and one sandal made to fit on casts). He stretches his arm and hand, somewhat achy from walking so far with a crutch.

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Joan takes her own shoes off and pulls back the covers. They're both fully dressed, but she doesn't care. All she wants to do is to snuggle with Ted, warm and comfortable under the blankets.

She climbs in and reaches out a hand for him.

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Ted smiles as he shifts off the covers to get under them, lifts his feet up into bed and scoots backwards against the pillows. "We're really taking this 'spend all day in bed' thing seriously," he jokes mildly, reaching his arm out so she can snuggle up against him.

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"Making the best of our situation," she says with a smile, snuggling against him with a happy sigh. She lifts her face to kiss his cheek. "There's no one else I'd rather be in hiding with."

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"Likewise," Ted agrees, hugging her close. Joan will always have to compete with Henry when it comes to Ted (though 'compete' is probably the wrong word), but he would be too worried to enjoy himself if he was in hiding with Henry. With Joan, he knows she can take care of herself. "Ooh, if you could be in hiding anywhere - security concerns aside, just someplace to spend time, away from everybody - where would it be?"