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Bella goes to Mercury to do her forking.
She decides - since she can order up a custom fork at all - that her fork might as well have a copy of all her memories since she found Soph. To understand, to know what she's doing in the world, to not instantly want to punch Juliet in the nose for mishandling Soph in some way. To know what day it is, if nothing else.
Wish.
And then there are two.
And the new one cocks her head, and says, "Don't worry, we can merge - well, I will, anyway, who knows if the crystal ball was lying - but first why don't we surprise Sherlock?"
And the not-new one smiles, and says, "Why not?"
And at precisely the same time, they teleport, wearing matching smiles.
She decides - since she can order up a custom fork at all - that her fork might as well have a copy of all her memories since she found Soph. To understand, to know what she's doing in the world, to not instantly want to punch Juliet in the nose for mishandling Soph in some way. To know what day it is, if nothing else.
Wish.
And then there are two.
And the new one cocks her head, and says, "Don't worry, we can merge - well, I will, anyway, who knows if the crystal ball was lying - but first why don't we surprise Sherlock?"
And the not-new one smiles, and says, "Why not?"
And at precisely the same time, they teleport, wearing matching smiles.
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Quite.
She collapses onto him very happily. "I love you," she sighs.
Dinner has his hand still. She bites, smirking.
She collapses onto him very happily. "I love you," she sighs.
Dinner has his hand still. She bites, smirking.
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"I love you too," says Sherlock, cuddling Dessert with his free arm. "Something on your mind, morsel number one?"
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"Maybe," says Morsel Number One.
"Yes," giggles Dessert breathlessly, and she kisses him.
"Yes," giggles Dessert breathlessly, and she kisses him.
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And they do!
And later, in a cuddly row with a Sherlock in the middle of it, one of the morsels says, "Do you want to see if you can get us to react interestingly to some kinda shibboleth before we are one and the same?"
And later, in a cuddly row with a Sherlock in the middle of it, one of the morsels says, "Do you want to see if you can get us to react interestingly to some kinda shibboleth before we are one and the same?"
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"What did you conclude?" inquires the first. They have developed a habit of taking turns to speak; when the one whose turn it is not speaks forgetfully, they generally say the same thing.
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"Knew you'd figure it out," says Old, forbearing to choose a pronoun.
"What was the giveaway, or did little discrepancies just add up?" asks New.
"What was the giveaway, or did little discrepancies just add up?" asks New.
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"We should pick a merging protocol," yawns Old.
"Nothing too sophisticated with muffling or anything, though, we're both sane and the same mental age and so on," says New.
"Yeah."
"Nothing too sophisticated with muffling or anything, though, we're both sane and the same mental age and so on," says New.
"Yeah."
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"Is 'full access with equal weighting to both sets of memories' not suitable? That's what I have," says Sherlock.
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"We'd like them a little more readily distinguished."
"We'll be able to figure out which memory belongs to which, but having to do figuring doesn't sound ideal."
"Also I got ordered up with copies of everything she did since meeting Soph for the first time up to my existing, and doubling that up seems like it might have weird knock-on effects that mere cases of serendipity between our histories wouldn't."
"Also unlike you I'm actually eighteen and I'm not sure what this will do to my mental age."
"I think I have a protocol I like, though."
"Should I bother checking it?"
"If you want, but why bother?"
"All right," shrugs Old. "Kiss us goodbye, Sherlock, we're gonna undergo some changes."
"We'll be able to figure out which memory belongs to which, but having to do figuring doesn't sound ideal."
"Also I got ordered up with copies of everything she did since meeting Soph for the first time up to my existing, and doubling that up seems like it might have weird knock-on effects that mere cases of serendipity between our histories wouldn't."
"Also unlike you I'm actually eighteen and I'm not sure what this will do to my mental age."
"I think I have a protocol I like, though."
"Should I bother checking it?"
"If you want, but why bother?"
"All right," shrugs Old. "Kiss us goodbye, Sherlock, we're gonna undergo some changes."