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“John.”
“Yes, Sherlock?”
“Bored.”
“You’re not calling Lestrade. You’re still ill. You need to stay home and rest.”
“Jaaawwwnnn.”
“Sherrrrrloooockkkk.”
“Boooorrrreddddd.”
“Telly.”
“No.”
“Book.”
“No.”
…
“What are you doing?!? John, why are you– What are you–? John?”
“Sit. It’s now a film day.”
“Oh.” … “I just did that yesterday.”
“And you enjoyed it.”
“I can’t take any more of that holiday drivel.”
“That’s fine.”
“What are you doing now?”
“Finding this.”
“Star… Wars? Is that the one with Sir Patrick Stewart?”
“You know who that is?”
“His work on the stage is well known.”
“True. But no, he was on Star Trek.”
“Oh. Is Star Wars the– no, that’s Stargate… Ah, must be the one with the man in black.”
“What? No, this isn’t Princ– oooh, right. Darth Vader. Yes, that’s the one.”
“I don’t like sci–”
“Don’t care.
“I’m the convalescent. Shouldn’t I get to choose the film?”
“I’m putting up with your convalescing arse. I’m pretty sure I’ve got the worse end of the deal. We’re watching what I want. Maybe it’ll put you to sleep, and I’ll get some peace and quiet.”
“This font crawl is rather dated, isn’t it?”
“It’s iconic. Now shut up and pay attention.”
* * *
“Why are the robots humanoid? They’re far less efficient that way.
“It makes them likable.”
“But why do they need to be likeable? They’re robots.”
“They’re droids.”
“But–”
“Hush.”
* * *
“This man obviously knows Luke. Must they broadcast everything before it happens?”
“It was made in the ‘70s. Complicated plots weren’t a thing in science fiction then.”
* * *
“A science fiction film has magic?
“The Force isn’t magic, really. It’s midichlo– nope. Even I thought that was a weak and ridiculous retcon. Yes, it’s magic.”
“Preposterous.”
“Gah! Your feet are like ice. Put some socks on, man!”
“You’re warmer than socks.”
* * *
“Han shot first.”
“Is there a reason you’re stating the obvious, John?”
“Just making sure. There’s some debate.”
“About whether one fictional character shot another one first? This is why no one can observe real life. They’re stuck in fantasy worlds.”
* * *
“That’s no moon.”
“Are you going to quote the entire film?”
“Might do. Problem?”
Sigh. “I suppose it’s part of your…charm.”
“You think I’m charming?”
“Not right now.”
* * *
“Really? A space station so large and complex has such an obvious weak spot? Who engineered this thing? I mean, that’s only one of the many, many bits wrong about this space station. There’s also the–”
“If you don’t shut up, I will find a way to do it for you.”
“I’d like to see you try.”
“Are you so sure about that?”
“I’m not frightened of you.”
“Fear is not a requirement. I could surprise you into silence.”
“Oh, John. There’s nothing you could do that would surprise me.”
…
“John?”
“Never mind. Watch the film.”
* * *
“As if anyone was surprised when this Hans character showed back up.”
“It’s Han.”
* * *
“Well. That was… a film.”
“Want to watch the next one?”
“There are more?”
“Two more in this series, and then three prequels that were terrible.”
“You mean this one is considered good? Dear lord. No wonder humanity is as hopeless as it is.”
“Is that a no then?”
Sigh. “I’ll put it on. You make tea. My throat hurts.”
* * *
“Oh!”
“Sorry, am I too close? I can move.”
“No. It’s– it’s fine. You’re. Warm.”
“Good. My patient should be comfortable.”
“He is. Very.”
* * *
“Sherlock.”
…
“Sherlock.”
“Hhmmm?”
“You fell asleep. Do you want to go to bed?”
Contented sigh. “No. ’m fine.”
“My shoulder can’t be that comfortable.”
“You’re lovely.”
“Oh. Well. Umm. Maybe. How about we…”
“Tha’s nice.”
“Good. Good.”
“John?”
“Yes, Sherlock?”
“Star Wars isn’t so bad.”
“Not bad at all.”
“Thank you. For today.”
“You’re welcome.”
“I’m going back to sleep now.”
Chuckle. “You do that.”