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as sherlock and the cat retreated to the warm library he sighed. it had been a hard week for the young man,. giving up drugs, getting evidence incriminating his grand father and of course making the decision to try and be something new. it was nice to have a moment to let his mind not necessarily relax(because on matter how hard he tried the only thing that achieved that was cocaine) but have a simple task for once. get the cat to some place warm. 

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Sherlock couldn’t help the small smile that graced his face  , it was so responsive! as they made the way to the teachers room however Sherlock saw by the closed off door that she wasn’t in. “mnnn…perhaps…we may just have to find some place else while we wait” he could feel her shivering in his arms” i believe the library’s fire place may be the best place for us at the moment” 

Emma believed that was the first time she has even seen Sherlock show emotion. Or smile for that matter. Her ears moved around just a bit, not moving to get out of his arms or escape in general. Personally, it was nice to be carried every now and then. When the library’s fireplace was mention, she didn’t argue.

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Sherlock lifted his brow at the bottle. “when you start young , you start dumb...and i never eat ‘right’. food is a distraction” this made no sense who was this person , helping him just because? bullshit everyone wanted something. no way all this care was free. “what is it exactly you gain from caring? what do you want from me?” 

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‘My weapon’, the kid said, as if they weren’t hormonal teenagers going through teenage drama. Lucifer knew better than to underestimate a child - he’d been clever enough at that age to be considered a threat - but, still. Lucifer clicked his tongue against his teeth. “Substances,” he repeated. Suddenly, some of the symptoms made sense. “Drugs.”

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sherlock’s body sank deeper into the chair “more or less”. the younger rolled up his sleeves to reveal the vein damage that accumulated over the years...and the added scaring from his first few weeks fits. “ if it put’s your mind at ease it’s been almost three weeks now without” he attempted to take a drink of hot chocolate but gagged at it’s sweetness. it just wasn't something he was accustomed to despite him knowing it’s positive effect. 

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‘My weapon’, the kid said, as if they weren’t hormonal teenagers going through teenage drama. Lucifer knew better than to underestimate a child - he’d been clever enough at that age to be considered a threat - but, still. Lucifer clicked his tongue against his teeth. “Substances,” he repeated. Suddenly, some of the symptoms made sense. “Drugs.”

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‘we where nothing... the idea of him being my weapon was stronger than my ability to keep him in my arsenal, this has to do with the delusions that come with..lacking substance’s” he wasn’t going to come clean that easy however he was to tired anymore to put up a fight. if the teacher peiced it together he wouldn't care either way.  

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“Remy?” The name had been muttered faintly, but Lucifer still heard it. Recognized it too. “Remy LeBeau? What did he curse you or something?” Even as he said it Lucifer knew that wasn’t the case. There was something odd complected going on. “How about you talk about it first, then drink.”

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Sherlock felt like punching himself, when did he become so soft and such a mess?...withdraw...that could do it. “ he may as well have” the young ravenclaw new he would have to pick his words wisely. even in this state he know both remy and himself would be in deep excrement if he revealed his habit or what used to be his habit anyway. “ it matters not ...he is truly no longer a part of this” he let out a deep breath and slumped deep in the chair he was seated on.

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“Remy?” The name had been muttered faintly, but Lucifer still heard it. Recognized it too. “Remy LeBeau? What did he curse you or something?” Even as he said it Lucifer knew that wasn’t the case. There was something odd complected going on. “How about you talk about it first, then drink.”

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“ if i drink i may expel the contents of my stomach...at some point we all die....and what exactly do you wish to know there is far too much ‘going on’.” yes Sherlock was being difficult.  but why wouldent he be? he has no idea who this professor was , it wasn't as if this was spock or...”remy...” the young man had no idea he said the last thought out loud. 

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Mr. Holmes seemed to wake up as Lucifer finished patching up his nose. It had started to swell, which Lucifer did little about, but he did stop the bleeding and clean up the kid’s face. A fire would go a long way towards beating back the chill that had incapacitated him, as would the warming charm that Lucifer cast. “He wakes!” Lucifer announced dramatically as Sherlock’s as blinked open. “About time. You’ve got this whole boney under-fed thing going on but that doesn’t mean I enjoyed carrying you here.” Lucifer stepped into Sherlock’s space and held out a steaming mug, “Here.”

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Sherlock couldn't help the small smile that graced his face  , it was so responsive! as they made the way to the teachers room however Sherlock saw by the closed off door that she wasn’t in. “mnnn...perhaps...we may just have to find some place else while we wait” he could feel her shivering in his arms” i believe the library’s fire place may be the best place for us at the moment” 

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as they stepped into the other hall Sherlock let out a small “ah ha” as it all clicked. “ now i know where i remember that sent, you must be professor frost’s cat” he brought the cat up to eye level “ aren’t you?”  he decided then it would only be right to drop it off at the teachers office. 

Emma’s ear went down as the ah ha came out of his mouth. What did he finally catch on to? Her ears finally sat back up and she looked at him like he was to her. He was close of being someone’s cat. She responded at meowing lightly as a cat would do if it thought you were speaking to it.

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“You killed him…”

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the younger flinched like the exclamation was going to physically attack him. he observed his surroundings too exhausted to do anything remotely productive with his visual  findings in the room. Sherlock looked down at the mug unsure if  taking it was the wise thing to do. 

“ ...what do you want from me professor...” he said rather hoarsely 

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Mr. Holmes seemed to wake up as Lucifer finished patching up his nose. It had started to swell, which Lucifer did little about, but he did stop the bleeding and clean up the kid’s face. A fire would go a long way towards beating back the chill that had incapacitated him, as would the warming charm that Lucifer cast. “He wakes!” Lucifer announced dramatically as Sherlock’s as blinked open. “About time. You’ve got this whole boney under-fed thing going on but that doesn’t mean I enjoyed carrying you here.” Lucifer stepped into Sherlock’s space and held out a steaming mug, “Here.”

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sherlock deduced ( with what little deduction he had in him) that he must have blacked out while walking with the elder.  one minute he was out side and what felt like the next inside. slumped in a chair by the radiation of a small fire place. 

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Sighing deeply, Lucifer walked forward and grabbed the fallen boy by the arm. He was less gentle as he hauled Sherlock upward, essentially lifting him entirely off the ground. “Aren’t Ravenclaws supposed to be smart? Because that was the dumbest thing I have seen this week.” There was blood weeping from the kid’s nose, and Lucifer chose not to stop it immediately. Let the kid suffer the consequences of his actions.

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sherlock had absolutely no control at this point. his mind was fading away with the withdraws and tears started welling up in his eyes despite his face being void. he was somewhere in-between were the past and future where meeting and it scared him that he had no more control than he did when he was a child. 

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Sighing deeply, Lucifer walked forward and grabbed the fallen boy by the arm. He was less gentle as he hauled Sherlock upward, essentially lifting him entirely off the ground. “Aren’t Ravenclaws supposed to be smart? Because that was the dumbest thing I have seen this week.” There was blood weeping from the kid’s nose, and Lucifer chose not to stop it immediately. Let the kid suffer the consequences of his actions.

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Sherlock attempted to seize the opportunity

. the key word here being attempted. 

 he turned and bolted in the opposite direction. he got about three feet stumbling then his knees buckled. his fall was broken by a decently sized tree root that decided to collide into his nose .

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Holding the kid by the arm, Lucifer pulled him into the warm hallways of the castle. There was something off about the Holmes kid. More than just possible hypothermia, there was an additional wobbliness to the way he walked. Some sort of strange glazed look in his pale eyes. “I’m going to need some interaction from you, Mr. Holmes. You look like you’re going to keel over.” Lucifer was tempted to wave a hand in the boy’s face to see if his eyes would focus. “Do you think you can walk to the Hospital Wing or do I have to carry you?”

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Sherlock jerked back out of the professors arm’s when he heard hospital. the last time he was there he almost hurt head healer Mccoy. “ᶰᵒ⋅⋅⋅ᶰᵒ ᵐᵉᵈᶦᶜᵃᶫ ʷᶦᶰᵍ⋅⋅ᶠᶦᶰᵉ⋅⋅⋅ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵗʰᶦᶰᵍ'ˢ ᶠᶦᶰᵉ “ 

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Holding the kid by the arm, Lucifer pulled him into the warm hallways of the castle. There was something off about the Holmes kid. More than just possible hypothermia, there was an additional wobbliness to the way he walked. Some sort of strange glazed look in his pale eyes. “I’m going to need some interaction from you, Mr. Holmes. You look like you’re going to keel over.” Lucifer was tempted to wave a hand in the boy’s face to see if his eyes would focus. “Do you think you can walk to the Hospital Wing or do I have to carry you?”

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Sherlock let his dissociated body be led inside. truly his mind was running a mile a minute but his body was as frozen as the frost. it’s been a while since he suffered withdraw however this one could be from lack of his grandfathers tight grip on his mind.could be the lack of drugs to though. 

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This kid had an alarmingly far-away look on his face. It was like he was drunk or drugged or sick. Lucifer wracked his brain for a name from his class roster and only came up with “Holmes”. Crouching down to his level, Lucifer tried to get a better look at the boy. “And I’m sure you have a very good reason that a responsible authority figure shouldn’t be concerned about it, right Mr. Holmes?”

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Sherlock really did not. his mind was...fuzzy? uh that’s new....he felt like a snide remark but couldn't muster it up. so he simply shrugged. 

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This kid had an alarmingly far-away look on his face. It was like he was drunk or drugged or sick. Lucifer wracked his brain for a name from his class roster and only came up with “Holmes”. Crouching down to his level, Lucifer tried to get a better look at the boy. “And I’m sure you have a very good reason that a responsible authority figure shouldn’t be concerned about it, right Mr. Holmes?”

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as they stepped into the other hall Sherlock let out a small “ah ha” as it all clicked. “ now i know where i remember that sent, you must be professor frost’s cat” he brought the cat up to eye level “ aren’t you?”  he decided then it would only be right to drop it off at the teachers office. 

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Sherlock let out alittle hum as the cat rubbed against this chest and while holding it  he made sure to curl it close under his arm to insure no rouge snow balls headed the animals way. he gently messaged behind the cats ears to try and calm it just in case the wizing chunks of snow were to startle  it. 

“almost there”

Emma’s ear went back when the sound of snow crunching under his shoe echoed. That was one thing she hated about choosing a cat as her Animagus was well her senses were stronger. Once his started massaging behind her ears, they relaxed, only to stiffen as people talked and the snow snapped.  Good they were almost there.

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Sherlock flinched at the voice to the side of him. looking up he saw it was a teacher but his words sounded much further  away than he was. like an echo. death? no. no more death, he wasn't killing anyone any more. he buryed his hands deeper in the frost.

when the words finally caught up with him  the teacher was practically  right next to him.” i am aware of this” 

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Sherlock let out a deep breath. he sat in the frost underneath a court yard tree. he liked the numb feeling that came with the chill. made him feel…human. his grandfather had yet to disturb his mind since the incident and there was no sign of remy anywhere. he knew he needed to end what ever weird thing he and the Cajun had. he adored remy in a way but he also knew the other would always be attached to his need for cocaine and his ace would most likely move on to the next client after Sherlock claiming to just want a relationship free of the drug.

he wanted it though. GOOD MERLIN, how he CRAVED it. but after his moment with Spock he knew he had to move forward. try and find a new addiction. but he hardly knew himself these days. how do you start over while you are still the same person you where yesterday?