Chapter 27 (part 2): Things Eternal

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Damn! He was like me. Traveling in time! This was incredible. I wondered. Now I was sure. I guess I shouldn't have been surprised that the John in this time line had the same ability and used it... and some of his experiences sounded similar to mine— like the offhand comments about Peter, Mycroft and the Community. Sounded as if Sean was my alter ego's confidant.

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I scrolled down to the next entry.

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06 July 2015

Spent the day at the lake with Anderson, Mary and Sherlock. Sunburned my back so bad I can't sleep. Sheets hurt like a bitch even when I lie perfectly still.

Fuck.

Wish I would have learned to fall asleep on my stomach (at least in one timeline LOL).

It's all Mary's fault. She refused to rub sunblock on my back after Sherlock offered to do it. Kept giggling and saying, 'Make him happy; let Sherlock do it.' Some best friend she is... I almost let him do it, then Anderson made a smartass remark about me getting a hard-on. Shit.

Then to make it all worse, Sherlock had to go and get close to me in the water. Why doesn't Sherlock just drop it? I'm not interested. I suppose I should be flattered. The man is most irritating, yet has uncanny eyes and cheekbones.

The guy never gives up. Even after I pushed him away in the water, he still kept offering to rub sunblock on my back when we went back to the beach.

11 July 2015

Is it possible I'm in an alternate universe? I think so. I've always had a problem believing I could change time. All the paradoxes and such. The more I've read on the Internet and at the university makes me believe I've never changed time at all— just moved from one parallel universe to another. That way there are no temporal paradoxes. A person could go back in time and change history, killing their grandfather, and still exist because by doing so they've created an alternate universe. No more paradoxes!

Shit, that means I've left some other version of me to deal with the messes I left in the other times. Not a comforting thought. I wonder if Sean or others like me could alter time too? It would make sense.

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If he's right, then we must have changed places. And if that he was in the time I came from—he'd be with Sherlock... With my Sherlock.

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17 July 2015

Moriarty is in town again. He's bad news in any universe. Uncle Greg doesn't want Sean and I to leave the house. The band went to play at The Falls last night. When we got home, I thought Lestrade was going to kill us both. Glenda said she'd lock us in our rooms if she had to.

Christ, you'd think I was in high school again.

Seems I can't escape Moriarty no matter what I do. I have no interest in becoming his personal guinea pig again, so maybe I better listen to them and stick close to home.

Another note: Sherlock seems to want to be in a relationship. With me. He's under the impression that I like him. I said I'm not gay and he laughed in my face. Says I am. He kissed me backstage tonight and asked me if I liked it. I think I did. I'm not sure how I feel about that.

19 July 2015

I've been wondering if there are some things you just can't change even if you're in an alternate universe. Maybe there are some events that aren't solid, and others that can never be altered. Maybe it's inevitable that Moriarty finds me.

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