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So, there was that.

It's a whole hour before Tony realizes that there is somebody he can talk to about this besides Jarvis, who probably doesn't want to yet. He sends yet another email asking for Cal's phone number, which Jarvis provides.

Being Tony, he doesn't wait around pondering the social correctness of the call first. He just dials.

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Cal is trying this new thing with college. It's called "doing his homework himself."

It sucks about as much as he thought it would. He's relieved when the phone rings.

"Hello?"

"Hi! So whaddya know about the girl?"

Of course Cal immediately knows what he's talking about. What other girl could he mean?

"She saw him in a skirt and didn't freak out," he says, grinning as he sits back with the phone.

"Ooh, points to the girl," he says, impressed. "He's totally into her. And she seems pretty awesome; I hope they hit it off."

"Did he finally admit it?" Cal asks. "'Cause I knew that already."

He doesn't comment on the second part, as he assumes that Tony is operating based on whatever Sherlock might have said.

"No way, are you kidding? He's still Sherry. But he called me and put her on the phone and we talked some, and he couldn't not be into her."

"You got to talk to her?"

Indignant Cal is indignant!

"I haven't even met her. I saw her once, though, and she's pretty hot."

"Yeah, there was—there was a thing."

Man, where does he even start.

(Why no, Sherlock did not mention that Cal had a similar visit.)

Cal pauses, wondering if that's a reference to the thing it sounds like, and if so, what Bella has to do with it.

"A thing?"

"She doesn't know about vampires and shit, and he told her about this creepy ghost thing that's been stalking us, 'cause it threatened her dad, so she wanted to talk to me about it."

"Oh."

Cal winces.

"Yeah, that."

"Yeah," he agrees. "That. How's Sherry, by the way? Have you seen him?"

"Not for the last couple of days."

Cal frowns slightly.

"Haven't talked to him, either." He and Sherlock are in touch one way or another most days, but Cal's been keeping himself too occupied to pay much attention since - whatever it was showed up.

Tony sighs.

"God dammit, Sherry. He's probably wandering around town looking for trouble as we speak."

"What happened - oh."

Of course.

"Who?"

"Obie and Dad. He didn't say much, but he was freaked out. More freaked out than he's been in a while."

Cal thinks about the idea of a thoroughly freaked-out Sherlock.

"Shit."

"That about sums it up, yeah."

"I fucking wish he'd get a cellphone," Cal mutters, even though he knows perfectly well that even if Sherlock had one, he wouldn't have it with him.

"Me too. Maybe we should just buy him one."

"Good idea," Cal says. "He'll never get around to it on his own."

And at least half the reason why will probably be because they want him to get one.

"And I mean, he won't take it with him when he's wandering around Sunnydale at three in the morning, but he'll probably at least take it to school."

"It'd be nice," Cal says, then,

"Yeah. I'll pick one up for him tomorrow."

"You're a saint. Tell Jarvis the number?"

Cal snorts.

"What, he's gonna need me to do that? Wouldn't it be easier for him to just monitor all the cellphone frequencies or whatever until a new one with Sherlock's name on it pops up?"