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(warnings: sexytimes. also, panic attacks, brutal violence, attempted murder, discussion of suicide and actual murder... )
(warnings: sexytimes. also, panic attacks, brutal violence, attempted murder, discussion of suicide and actual murder... )
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Date: 2021-07-13 02:42 am (UTC)"What aren't you telling me?" she asks, her tone concerned with a touch of alarm.
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Date: 2021-07-13 02:58 am (UTC)"Well, okay, there may have been a bit of a scuffle, but I really am fine," he answers reassuringly. "He also punched me in the face once, but that's about it."
He doubts he needs to actually go into detail about the panic attack, since she was there for that. He can't go into detail about more of the attack, because it was all a bit of a blur.
"Look, it happened so fast, I can't exactly give you a play-by-play here," he explains, and there may be a hint of frustration. Not with her, just with... all of it. "It was just... an unexpected ending to an already unpleasant conversation, so I got a little freaked out."
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Date: 2021-07-13 03:17 am (UTC)"Hey, it's okay," she says gently, hoping to soothe him. "I'm sorry this happened. Can you tell me about the interview?"
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Date: 2021-07-13 03:34 am (UTC)"Yeah, uh.." he says, taking a moment to gather his thoughts. The ending had sort of scrambled the whole thing in his head a little bit, he doesn't know that he's fully processed it all yet.
"I mean, he was as angry and mocking as he was last time I met him," he answers. "Uh..." He trails off a little, thinking of how to explain it. "I think I shocked him into telling me, honestly. Or confused him. Antagonized him. Some combination of the three, I guess."
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Date: 2021-07-13 03:49 am (UTC)"It must have been hard to face him again," she says softly. "How did you feel when you saw him?"
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Date: 2021-07-13 04:00 am (UTC)Which, even just as a concept, is something so heartbreaking to Ted. There are those who turn their privilege into hate, those who have it easy but who fear not being on top, not being powerful. Like Rupert. Ted has very little sympathy for those kind of people. Then there are those whose powerlessness and hardship turned them bitter. It's no less wrong for people like Turner to hurt people, but Ted wonders if he'd had a loving mother, would he still have ended up like this?
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Date: 2021-07-13 04:12 am (UTC)She knows Ted, and knows that he must have tried to connect with Chapman, because he tries to connect with everyone. She loves him for it, even if in this case it might have left him vulnerable.
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Date: 2021-07-13 04:33 am (UTC)"Then I brought up his dad, that I knew he was doing it because in his mind, I was ruining his connection to his dad. Shocked him, I guess. Told him about my dad. You know, getting him to think about why he loved Richmond so much, why he wanted to defend it. Then I..." he pauses heavily. "Accused him of hurting Richmond by attacking me. Which made him defensive enough to mention that he wasn't the only one, that there was this Perry fella who agreed with him. Poked him into describing him." He pauses and sighs. "That's about it."
He doesn't sound very proud of his success.
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Date: 2021-07-13 04:49 am (UTC)"It really bothers you, doesn't it?" she says softly. "How you got Chapman to reveal that information?"
He had manipulated him. Joan knows that much of Ted's considerable skill at coaching dances on the edge of manipulation in order to do right by his players and to make their lives better on and off the field. But this was over that edge, and Ted didn't do it to help Chapman.
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Date: 2021-07-13 04:56 am (UTC)He knows, logically, that he was doing it for a good cause. The end purpose is to prevent others from hurting people, to figure out who else might have been involved. But he was still... pushing Turner around, and it didn't feel good.
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Date: 2021-07-13 05:05 am (UTC)Joan knows that, as a detective, the world she lives in can corrupt people, make them lesser...less kind, less honest, less scrupulous. She's had her own moments, times when she did things, used people, that she isn't proud of. Times when she's stood on the edge of that abyss, one bad choice away from falling. She knows it's not irrevocable, has seen even Sherlock come back from very dark places. But it's hard. And soul sucking. Ted is so special, so kind and caring, and it hurts her heart to think of him being pulled down by this.
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Date: 2021-07-13 05:43 am (UTC)"It was," she agrees. She wishes it had gone differently in a number of ways, but it was still good of him to try. Hopefully in the end that sincere attempt to be kind and help Turner will win out over the discomfort at what Ted had to do to get information from him.
"He likes you," she says. "Sherlock, I mean."
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Date: 2021-07-13 05:49 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2021-07-13 06:06 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2021-07-13 06:20 am (UTC)Ted is almost certainly right that Sherlock is making an effort to like Ted for her sake, and she finds that interesting. She's had plenty of paramours that Sherlock has had absolutely no interest in even attempting to like. That said, Joan didn't love those men. They shared her bed and scratched an itch. But she loves Ted. Dearly. Deeply. Sherlock must see that, and accept that. Time was, he didn't believe in such a thing as love. How far he's come.
When he mentions that Sherlock misses her, Joan feels her heart ache a little. She hasn't been talking to Ted about a lot of the difficulties she's had, being so far away and so cut off from everyone. She misses Ted most of all, but she also misses Sherlock a lot. It's so hard to be trying to pursue this case when they're so far apart. Video calls can only do so much. And Sherlock is her friend, her partner. She loves him and she feels out of place without him.
But Joan doesn't want Ted to feel bad about the work she's doing, or about the agreement they made to be apart to keep him safe. He's been through so much trauma.
"It's been a long time since we've worked a case apart," she says quietly.
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Date: 2021-07-13 06:27 am (UTC)After Sherlock's reminder, he would've asked anyway, to make sure. Even if he hadn't picked up on that quiet bit of sadness there.
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Date: 2021-07-13 06:46 am (UTC)It's a moment before she answers.
"It hasn't been easy," she says. The strain in her voice hints that there's so much left unsaid behind those words.
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Date: 2021-07-13 06:54 am (UTC)Maybe sometimes that will look like one of them helping the other through tough times. But if they're both having a hard time, then they need to be able to both share. And if Ted's worry about Joan weighs on him, then he can share that with Beard. Joan doesn't really have anyone to lean on for her worry about Ted right now.
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Date: 2021-07-13 07:05 am (UTC)When she finally speaks, her voice is very quiet.
"What happens if we don't solve the case?"
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Date: 2021-07-13 07:14 am (UTC)"Then I guess eventually we reach the point where staying apart hurts more than the risk of being together," he answers. Because he can't imagine the risk outweighing the hurt of saying goodbye to Joan forever.
Even now, today, after having been attacked and driven to a panic attack, again. He just loves Joan so much.
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Date: 2021-07-13 07:33 am (UTC)She's fighting that voice, though, armed with the knowledge that Ted loves her, that Ted chooses her, even in the face of potential danger, or even actual danger.
"It hurts a lot," she says quietly.
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