in between moments

[she_sells_seashells]

Shell Bell has not found Milliways by herself since the occasion on which she first met Sherlock.

Today, after eight months, she does.

She makes sure that Sherlock and Tony are both awake, finds that they are but do not want to join her in the bar today unless she finds something interesting, checks her coin supply and finds it sufficient, and steps through.

Comments

[pythbox]

"We had one of those," says Tony, with a closed-off tone and expression.

[she_sells_seashells]

"You got rid of him? Good. They're trouble. In at least two worlds he killed your parents."

[pythbox]

"In this one," Tony says flatly, "he almost killed me."

[she_sells_seashells]

"In another world he actually did kill you, and Jarvis, and turn Sherlock into a vampire, and in mine there was the whole being an evil dictator and also really fucking creepy prostitution backroom deals, and yeah, it's a bad-news template. But hey, all the ones I know about are gone now. What's the thing in your chest?"

[pythbox]

He looks down at it, up at her.

"Arc reactor," he says. "It's a power source."

[she_sells_seashells]

"What's it for?"

[pythbox]

"Keeping me alive," he says, lightly, like a brush-off. Except not at all.

[she_sells_seashells]

"...D'you want me to fix whatever it's protecting you from?" she asks.

[pythbox]

He gives her an intensely suspicious look.

[she_sells_seashells]

"What? I'm not going to hurt you. If I wanted to hurt you I wouldn't ask permission."

[pythbox]

"Okay, on this planet, that is not a reassuring thing to say," says Tony.

[she_sells_seashells]

"Sorry," says Shell Bell, spreading her hands. "I can leave whatever-it-is alone, you seem to have it under control with your arc reactor, it's very decorative and everything."

[pythbox]

He snorts.

[she_sells_seashells]

"But, you know, even though you're not my Tony, you're recognizably a Tony, and it would be sad if whatever-it-is killed you, and I can almost certainly help."

[pythbox]

"What... would you, hypothetically, do about it?"

[she_sells_seashells]

"My magic works around wishes. I take a wishcoin, I wish for the problem to be gone, if it doesn't work I try a wishcoin with more angles on it, if the seven-pointed star doesn't work I can't do it but I bet if you're fixing it with a little glowy thing I can fix it better with a pentagon or a hexagon. The wishes are pretty smart but not all that smart, so if the problem is at all complicated you probably want to actually tell me what it is first. If, hypothetically, you wanted it taken care of," she shrugs.

[pythbox]

"It's not that complicated," says Tony. "The reactor powers an electromagnet that keeps tiny little pieces of shrapnel from entering my heart."

[she_sells_seashells]

"So if the shrapnel just disappeared you'd be fine, or would that be a bad idea? Because that's just a square." She bites her cheek and appears a square in her hand.

[pythbox]

"The shrapnel disappearing would... definitely be an improvement."

[she_sells_seashells]

"So do you want me to do it? Or I could give you this square, and you could do it yourself," she shrugs, "the coins work for anyone, it's just only certain people can make them."

[pythbox]

He reaches for it.

[she_sells_seashells]

She presses it into his hand and rocks back on her heels. Then she hops into the air and spins for no reason.

[pythbox]

The square disappears.

"Thanks," Tony says quietly.

[she_sells_seashells]

"You're welcome," says Shell Bell. "Your alts are very nice, you know, I wouldn't be so quick to hand out even a little coin to a random person."

[pythbox]

He quirks a smile, reflexively, like he doesn't really believe it.