Sherlock's pov
Just perfect. Why is it always me? It seems like a person of my greatness can never relax. It's bad enough being surrounded by idiots but now I have to dedicate my patience to a country full of them. I've read all about them. Books ranging from their departure to a 'new life,' to their missile bragging. It's all petty really. They also enjoy quite unusual things. They've given a new name to the sport called rugby. They call it football which is quite strange considering. Who am I to judge? I was never a sportsman myself anyway. Enough about this country speaking, it's making me ill and I have no one but my brother to blame.
"Would you put some clothes on!?" Mycroft scowled under his breath. "You are about to leave! Why do you always do this to me!?" " I do nothing to you, you're the one who's forcing me into a plane,"I replied. "Private jet" he shot back. John was already on the jet with all the bags packed and secured. The only thing missing was me. "You're a lost case sometimes sherlock. You just… You're like a child stuck in a man's body" I just rolled my eyes at his words. I didn't want to leave. "We have better tea over here". Mycroft wanted a better reason besides tea obviously. " Sherlock we need to go. Just bring the clothes on board so we can get this over with." John said. I let out a small smile at Mycroft and used my free hand to grab the clothes and went onto the plane. I could almost hear my brother grinding his teeth in anger. Oh well. "have a safe flight. I made sure to leave some crayons and coloring books in America so you won't get bored. Just please don't be rude. Remember the address Sherlock." My brother reminded me. Before I could part my lips John spoke. "3737 S Figueroa St, Washington DC." " please stay with sherlock. I don't want him lost." The jets door closed and then it was silent.
Turns out I don't do jet rides. My stomach was turning and twisting inside of me and I felt like throwing up all over the floor was a good option. John was sitting in his chair, reclined, and sleeping like a baby. I wondered how he did that. Of course I slept once in a while but it seemed so boring to just lay still and let your mind flash images and stories beyond your understanding. I decided to take this time to put clothes on so he wouldn't see me. Better. I had nothing better to do so I played my own little game of deduction on john's sleeping form. It didn't last very long. He was such a boring person. I couldn't help but smile a little when some slobber rolled down the edge of his lips. He woke up a little after it reached his chin and wiped it with the back of his hand. He gave me this almost death stare. "Wh-…. Where you just watching me sleep?" I nodded. " Jesus Christ sherlock. Don't do that, that's weird." He rubbed his eyes. " I was just playing a little game". He obviously didn't like those words and looked at the reflection of his phone, in which he let out a relieved sigh. He must've thought I drew notes on his face again. They were valuable and his face was the most ideal at the time. " deduction." He rolled his eyes. " stop playing those silly games. How long until we land?" John said. I shrugged, and it seemed at that exact moment the seatbelt signal flashed and the plane began to descend. Great. More turbulence and jet sickness.
