Introduction to the story: Vacation

Sherlock/Avengers Xover

John/Sherlock, Clint/Natasha, Bruce/Tony(hints)(just because I ship them harder than eggs and bacon) And I know it's weird but Sherlock/Natasha. Mostly Johnlock though. Johnlock oriented fanfiction.

John suggests a vacation that turns out unfortunate when Sherlock meets a woman whom he finds intriguing. This woman leads him to The Avengers who could really use a guy like him on the team. Set before the movie but it's as if they were more already assembled before-hand

A/N Hi, so thank you for checking out this fanfic, it's gonna be great, I know*! (*correction: hope) I'm not going to post a bunch of A/N's cause I know how annoying they are; it's just that this is my first one ... Only one. Okay so I don't own ANYTHING, I mean, Coulson dying and then John taking his place comes from The Babysitters Club (a great fanfiction which I STRONGLY recommend you read because it's a literally perfect fanfiction, an Avengers/Sherlock xover, by 'shooting-stetsons'. Go read it. Now). and then Sherlock belongs to British people and The Avengers belongs to Marvel. Obviously. Okay! No warnings, I mean, cursing, but other than that no, no warnings. Well, later chapters I hint at sexual relations ;) (wanky) okay thank you I'll go now! (Super long AN I know, thanks if you read it!) Oh yea, and the Sherlock characters are from the British show that's actually called 'Sherlock'. (just letting you know for canon reasons)

Let's start the show!

-CHAPTER ONE- Sherlock, Sherlock, Sherlock. Calm Down.

I watched him fidget across the kitchen counter from me. I was reading the morning post and sipping tea easily but Sherlock seemed distracted. We hadn't had a case in a few months and he was getting antsy.

"We should take a vacation," I said absently, "maybe go to the states; I've never been there."

He looked over at me and smiled. He thought about it for a moment, "You know... that might not be a bad idea."

I raised an eyebrow at him, he was never one for traveling. He didn't like vacations, they bored him. Naturally, I was surprised when he said that. "Really, Holmes?" I questioned.

"Yes! Really!" He stood up and walked about the kitchen for a moment. "Where should we go? And when, too? ... next week perhaps... yes... Lovely, simply lovely." I watched as he planned our whole vacation through in his head.

"Where are we going, Holmes?" I asked.

He sat back down and looked at me, foresty green eyes catching mine, thin fingers pressed into the table, and said with a smirk, "You decide."

~One week later~

I had exactly one bag packed, which had enough supplies to get me though our two week vacation. Sherlock had two bags, one filled with ... things, as far as I could tell, and the other with clothes and probably more trinkets.

"You shouldn't take all that with you Sherlock." I said, "This is supposed to be a vacation, where you relax, and people don't usually bring their work along with them," I paused and looked at him, "at least not from what I've heard." I smirked at him slightly and he rolled his eyes, annoyed, but amused.

"They aren't my work, dear John, they are my toys," he nudged my arm as we walked down the hall in the airport, "you know how I love my toys."

We walked along and finally got to our flight number, B34. Being 10 minutes early, we sat down and waited for our flight to board.

It was delayed. Only by twenty minutes, but it was enough to make us rush to our next plane (flight changes are dreary things) in Nashville, Tennessee.

We flew from Tennessee to Denver, Colorado (another flight change; luckily we had a three hour layover). During our layover we sat down for a few minutes before standing back up and wandering around the airport, looking at various shops. Sherlock bought a small multi-colored but mostly blue rock he thought was interesting at one, I got a book at another and when we got hungry we stopped at a cafe that served tea and sandwiches. We talked idly about things, the cafe, and what we would be doing on our vacation namely.

"So what all is there at this 'San Diego' you speak of," Sherlock asked, making air quotes.

I smiled, "It's a touristy area. Lots of beaches. I've never really seen beaches, and I figured you hadn't either. Also we're going to go up to Los Angeles for a day or two, perhaps see Hollywood and the Walk of Fame." I paused as I ate the last bite of my sandwich.

Sherlock smiled into his tea across from me, "This sounds like things we would never do."

"Well," I laughed, "Maybe so. But I just thought, 'let's do something we'd never normally do. Something fun.' I dunno." I checked my watch, "Oh, we'd better get back to the plane. Liftoff on fifteen minutes." We gathered our things and left the cafe.