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Who| John Watson and open
What| Venturing out after waking up in the Capitol
Where| Tribute Tower, possibly other locations later
When| Before date auction

It hadn't been a particularly glorious or sensational death, and John was almost glad of it. He woke in the Capitol as if from a particularly vivid nightmare, but his leg would no longer reliably support his weight no matter how hard he sat in his room and hated himself for being unable to just think through the psychosomatic injury. He'd had to accept the arm of an avox to get himself safely there, and he hadn't left since.

He'd have to get a cane, again. Sherlock would hate it.

Speaking of Sherlock- he hadn't avoided him exactly, but he hadn't sought him out either. Hours seemed to slip past like breathing until the idiotic futility of it all was too much and he knew that he'd never, ever get out of his room unless he forced himself to, right now. Right this instant.

Asking for a stick was one of the hardest, most humiliating things he'd ever had to do in his life. Once he had it, he heaved himself upright, took a deep, steadying breath, set his jaw- and stepped out.

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Sherlock offered a flat look but didn't say anything, only raising his wrist so the little metal bracelet around it glinted in the light.

The one he was almost certain was completely bugged.

He didn't bother to mention that the dating had been plan A.

John sighed. God, he hated that damned bracelet- almost as much as he hated knowing exactly how proud of it Sherlock was.
"Is there one. Just tell me that, Sherlock. Is there."

"Do I seem like the kind of man who doesn't plan ahead?" Sherlock asked, non-committaly.

There were plans, and then there were plans he knew John wouldn't like. Really, really knew.

"I just... Need you to trust me."

"Alright," he said, calmly. "If you can look me in the eyes and tell me you have a plan that gets both of us out of the Games, and that both of us survive it, I'll do whatever you want- as long as you trust me when I tell you, I will never forgive you if you are lying to me right now. I am not exaggerating when I say I can't do this without you."

Sherlock looked away, unable to make the promise that John wanted.

"I don't want to die," He said eventually. "I will do everything in my power to have us both removed from the games in a safe and relatively risk free manner, but John surely you understand that one goal is much more difficult than the other--"

"Let me put this a different way, Sherlock," John said, calmly. "As far as I am concerned. Me being in the Capitol and you dead is worse than us being in the Games together. It's not a solution. It's a failure."

"Fine. No petition until I can remove us both," Sherlock said, miserably. "Happy?"

"I wouldn't go that far," he said wryly. "But- thank you."

He didn't really acknowledge the thank you except to finally pick up his coffee and sip at it - long gone cold. He made a face and set it back down.