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Who: Conan and YOU
What: Nightmare
When: Now
Where: Inside Conan's mind

Conan gasps desperately for air as he skids around a corner, nearly falling into a puddle as he does so. He is barefoot and dressed in a hugely oversized pullover and jeans, the clothing obviously intended to be worn by someone twice his height. Blood is smeared halfway across his face, probably coming from a deep cut on his head.

His surroundings seem to be what you might expect from any alley on such a dark and rainy night. Dismal, dark and slick with rain. But there is something wrong about the perspective. Everything stretches high up into the sky, further than the eye can see in the darkness.

Carefully pulling up the trailing edges of his jeans, he presses himself up against the wall and listens for any sounds of pursuit.

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Sherlock presses his hands into his pockets as he approaches. It's a practiced, loping step, one specifically designed to be nonthreatening. He stops a few feet away, looks past Shinichi out into the alley.

"What are you running from?" His tone is easy and calm, and there's no sympathy or urgency in his expression. It's almost disingenuous, the flat curiosity in an obviously tense situation, but he never claimed to subscribe to expectations. (Real or imagined.)

Dairine was walking through the darkness between dreams when she abruptly finds herself on a narrow street. Funny. Despite her lucid state, she can still feel the rain dripping down her face and soaking her clothes as if it were real.

She hurries down the alley in hopes of finding some shelter when a familiar kid stumbles into her path.

"Conan-kun?" What normally would be the start of a friendly jab quickly takes a concerned tone. Something is definitely wrong and-- Oh god, is that blood?

"What happened?"

"Isn't safe...what's happening?"

"Oh good lord is that...blood?"

He couldn't care less about the snot nosed little brat, but if there is an element of danger here he'd like to know about it.

Shinichi watches him carefully. Somehow, there was something familiar about this person. Some nagging sense that they had met before.

But in his current state of mind this only served to make him more paranoid. Was he associated with the Organization those two men had spoken of?

He forces his mind to think past the disorientation and shock to think of an acceptable excuse for why an injured child would be out at this time of night alone. Admitting that someone was chasing him was out of the question. At this point he had no way of knowing whether this person was connected to the men chasing him.

But most of the first excuses that came to mind were useless. There were few reasonable explanations for why a barefoot injured child would be walking around at this time of night in clothes that clearly belonged to someone much older.

"There was a person who scared me, but I got away."

"Its too complicated to explain right now. Just leave!"

Shinichi casts a wary look back down the road. How far behind were they?

"Ok ok...just let me help you mate."

Jim looked down another alley.

"This way looks clear...lets go."

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He wipes the blood away from his eyes again with one oversized sleeve and stares intently at Spike. Something... there was some sense of familiarity here.

But he didn't have time to sort this out. That man was still somewhere nearby, and the traps and misdirections he'd left behind wouldn't fool the man in black for long.

And if they caught him? Shinichi was certain they wouldn't stop at leaving him for dead this time.

"...I'm leaving."

His gaze doesn't leave the other end of the alley. He nods very slightly, accepting the explanation.

"Where are your parents?"

He might as well be reading from the script of a concerned bystander.

"Not here."

He listens warily for the sound of footsteps. Were the others still following him?

Was that Dairine? How could she be here? Now?

But there was no time for this. He keeps moving without slowing down, only throwing back a hurried order as he runs.

"Move! It isn't safe here!"

"I don't need help."

He starts moving towards the mentioned alley, than abruptly ducks to the side and goes in a different direction the moment the man's eyes are off him for a second.

Inside his head Moriarty is giggling to himself. He's somewhat enjoying watching the kid suffer...why would he let Conan get away too soon?

It's not long before he finds him again.

He sighs before speaking "Ok ok, look you've clearly been through some kind of traumatic event, and morally I can't just do nothing"

"My name's Jay"

"...Just like that?"

This is wrong. This is so wrong. Spike glances they way Conan left, unsure.

"What's going on? Is somepony after you?"

Since Shinichi was still mostly convinced Spike was a hallucination he wasn't as cautious about sharing the truth of his situation as he would have been with an adult human.

"Aaah. They already poisoned me. Most likely they plan on finishing the job."

That makes the dragon even more confused.

"Who poisoned you?" he watches him, his concern growing. "We need to get you to the clinic right away..."

He pauses, looking around them. This is so not the castle and he is so very very lost.

"...Uh...wherever the clinic is."

"I don't have time for that," Conan snaps. "I doubt a clinic would be able to so anything for me anyway. I need to find a police officer who will listen to me."

"Ho can a police officer help you if you've been poisoned?" Spike's logic is flawless as far as he's concerned. "We've got to get you treated first."

"It was meant to kill me. I'm not dead." Conan thought that was enough of an explanation. "It's more important that I get this information to someone who can be trusted."

"Then that;s even MORE reason to get you to a doctor," geez, Conan, stop being so stubborn. "Conan will you listen to yourself? You have to look after YOU first."

Dairine gives a brief scowl. Really? He's trying to order her around? The brat...

For a moment, she's tempted to stay where she is in spite. But Conan's urgency and injury are enough to make her reconsider, and Dairine quickly follows his lead.

"Why? What is it?," she asks as they hurry along.

"Obviously."

Sherlock turns on his heel, starts down the alley in the opposite direction.

"Come on, then."

"Why do you keep calling me Conan. That isn't my name." Because clearly this was the most important part of that comment.

Shinichi eyes him suspiciously. Why was this person so insistent on following him?

But before he can explore that thought any further, he hears the distinctive sound of an explosion in the distant. The boy spins and takes off running towards it.

He attempts to take advantage of Sherlock's turned back to slip off in a different direction.

"You don't want to know." If he had his way, Conan would have had it so that he was the only one involved. No one else should have to face this danger.

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