Cecil waited for about ten minutes at Big Red’s until Jawn finally arrived.
“Sorry for keeping you waiting, Sherlock wanted to talk to me,” Jawn said.
Cecil paled. “What did he say?”
“That he and Carlos were leaving town tomorrow for a meeting with someone.”
Cecil felt all the blood drain out of his head. “Call him right now.”
“Why?”
“Please.”
Jawn dialed Sherlock and waited. After a brief pause, he answered the phone.
“Sherlock speaking.”
“Cecil says you shouldn’t go to London tomorrow. We uh…” Jawn waved his hand at Cecil, asking to provide a reason why they should stay.
Sherlock, puzzled, replied. “We’re leaving.”
Jawn responded quickly without Cecil’s advice. “No. You can’t. I love you and if you’re leaving to get away from me, well, that’s not fair. Sherlock, you know you belong with me. Carlos is just another fling that will break eventually. I miss you. Please.”
There was a pause on the other end, then Sherlock spoke. “I told Carlos about you and I. He doesn’t care. We’re leaving tomorrow and that’s final.”
The line went dead, and Jawn started to cry. “I can’t do this anymore, Cecil, I can’t.”
Jawn ran out of the room, sobbing. Cecil followed, unable to speak.
This wasn’t going to end well.
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Welcome to Night Vale, Dr. Watson...
Ficção CientíficaSherlock and Jawn Watson arrive in Night Vale to investigate a mystery, but when Cecil Baldwin, radio personality, jumps into the mix, things take a turn for the worse...
