Memory Catch All

[spoilsfun]

Characters: Conan, Sherlock, Watson, Penny, Valdis, Raine, anyone who wants to join in
Date: Feb 8-12
Location: The apartment Conan shares with Sherlock, Watson and Penny, KPD, Around the streets of the Central District
Situation: Catch-All for the memory event
Warnings/Rating: murder, mysteries, explosions, small child doing absurdly dangerous things


1 The Apartment

It had been a very long month.

Conan wasn't a great patient at the best of times. A month to recover from his concussion, the inevitable respiratory illness that followed it, followed by another week to recover from falling into the extremely cold river while still sick from his cold?

Conan had spent the last week being decidedly underfoot and grumpy. Even his latest stack of mystery novels weren't doing the job of distracting him. He puts them to the side of the couch in annoyance and reaches for a crossword puzzle. Even if it wasn't really challenging, at least it gave him something to occupy his mind.



2. KPD

The moment he was cleared for getting out of bed, Conan had headed straight for the police department. He had high hopes of finally being able to work on something interesting. Even if he was still mostly limited to paperwork and the forensics lab.  


3. The streets around Central District

After three weeks of being stuck inside, Conan was more than happy to spend some time walking about the central district. He takes notes of changes in the district, of course, as well as the progress on repairs after the storm. But much of the time he simply spends observing.


4. Your choice
 

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Oh, great. That guy again. Conan still wasn't sure exactly what he'd done to get on his bad side. Ah well, he'd long ago learned that some people just didn't like kids.

"If you don't want to be seen, then why did you decided to arrive here?"

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"I didn't." Penny retorted with a glare. Magic wasn't so easy as a casual bamf to the other room. Not always, anyway. He'd meant to be in the kitchen, not awkwardly tucked behind the furniture in the living room, where the boy wonder could make fun of him. Penny would like to see Conan try to do any of the shit he did.

"Move." The Magician scowled as he slipped forward from the other side of the couch, knocking past Conan's small legs with his own, an entirely unnecessary gesture to get by.

Except it couldn't be easy, could it. Instead of slipping by and going about his business, Penny was dragged into another memory, one he didn't recognize.

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Conan freezes as a memory starts to run through his head. Out of all his memories, why this one?


It had been hours since he had been shot. Hours of slowly bleeding through what bandaging they’d manage to pull together in the cave.

And Conan already knew it wasn’t enough. He was losing time, drifting in and out of consciousness as the blood loss progressed. He'd guided the kids through this maze of caves as far as he could, but they'd have to figure out the last obstacle on their own. His consciousness fades before he can tell them that the answer to the riddle laid in shogi. He had to trust that he'd taught them enough for them to figure it out themselves.

When he becomes aware again, it is to a tightness of an arm around his neck and the cold press of a gun to the side of his head. He dimly recognizes the voice of the leader of the group of murderers that had been chasing them. He was shouting at the kids. Ordering them to come back.

And Conan knew they would. Even if he ordered them to leave, those kids would never leave him behind. This was bad.

But before anything else could happen the entire cavern is flooded with light, bright even against his closed eyelids. With a sense of deep relief he recognized the familiar voice of Megure-keibu ordering the criminals to surrender. The inspector would make sure the kids got to safety.

Predictably, Conan feels the criminals’ arm tighten around his neck as he starts shouting at the police.

“Fools! Can’t you see this!” He presses the gun tighter against Conan’s head. “If you don’t want to see this kid in pieces, open up the road!”

Conan's eyes slowly crack open as he pulls on all the reserve of strength he held. He breathes harshly, almost panting for breath, as he speaks in a strained whisper.

“You fool. It’s already checkmate for you. Stop struggling already.”

And with a careful motion, he brings his watch up and presses the trigger. The criminal collapses as the sedative dart takes effect, even as Conan slips out of his arms and collapses onto the floor. The last thing he remembers hearing is the cries of the kids and an alarmed call for an ambulance.

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Penny stumbles past Conan's leg as he regains his own mind. He immediately uprights himself and then spins to face the kid, brow furrowing at the sight of the small child who's apparently been shot, saved a bunch of kids, and nearly died. In spite of the kid's stupid face and annoying voice, Penny can't help feel a little more respect for him. Not that he's about to admit as much.

"Obviously you survived." Unfortunately, it's not the first weird experience Penny's had in someone's mind even before coming to this turtle island. "Keep your damn memories to yourself next time."

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If there was one thing that could break Conan out of the shock of having yet another of his memories displayed, it was annoyance. He huffs dismissively and looks away.

"I was hardly volunteering to share them. If you don't want to see, then maybe you should be staying further away."

At least he could hope that this particular memory would be staying away from John and Sherlock. He'd had more than enough annoyance from that direction already.

[justno]

"You're the one taking up the whole house," he retorts in very obvious hyperbole. It's bad enough having to hear peoples' thoughts half the time, seeing their memories is that much more annoying. Even if the kid's right about it basically being his own fault.

Penny begins to storm off, only to stop halfway to the stairs and turn back. It's an awkward consideration and one he's hesitant to make. When he speaks again, his voice is considerably less annoyed and accusative. "Does Sherlock know?"

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Considering Conan was currently doing his best to stay at least ten feet away from Sherlock at all times, the answer was no. Sherlock might have figured out that Conan was lying about his age, but Conan had no intention of supplying any more answers. With his luck, the first memory Sherlock would see would be that night.

He fights to conceal his wince at the question.

"No. It happened a while ago, so it isn't really important now."

And it wasn't. He'd just prefer to avoid questions about it.

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"Look, I won't tell him, but you should talk to someone about this. Not me. Someone else."

It's Penny's way of being nice. He's promising, in his own way, to keep Conan's secret and not divulge any information to Sherlock that doesn't need divulging. He knows the detective will notice that he's treating Conan differently, but he doesn't need to know why and Penny's ability to read the man's thoughts can help intervene when necessary.

"Get that shit taken care of before Sherlock finds out the hard way." With his annoying habit of noticing everything ever.

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"Talk about what? And why should I? Like I said, it happened a while ago."

[justno]

"Because you're clearly hung up on it and I don't want it coming back to bite me in the ass." Obviously this is all about Penny in the end. "And before you ask? Because you're human and that's fucked up that it happened."

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"That was something that happened to me months ago." And it wasn't even the worst thing that had ever happened to him. The night at Tropical Land would always hold that honor.

"How does it have anything to do with you?"

[justno]

"It doesn't," Penny admits. With that, he storms out of the room, soggy and grumpy and knowing that Conan's issues would eventually be an issue. And also knowing that, eventually, he'd have to come clean about being a psychic.