Carsick
None of them knew really why they should go by car. The train was faster, and more comfortable, but for some reason they had rented a car. Sherlock and John were going to visit John's cousin for her wedding.
John drove the car, and Sherlock sat next to him. They were just about ten minutes away from London.
"John. Don't drive so fast, I'm feeling sick."
"Sherlock! You are kidding? We have driven for ten minutes and you are feeling sick? We go by cab all the time when we are home, and then you are not being sick"
"Cab is not the same thing John…"
"And you could have told me that you where car sick before we decided to take the car instead of the train…"
They both were quiet. Sherlock remembered the many times he had been car sick as a child, mommy driving the car, and Mycroft sitting behind him, trying to help him without getting vomited on.
"John, stop the car now or I will puke, right here!"
Of course John didn't want to clean the car, so he drove in to the roadside. Sherlock ran out of the car, and in behind some bushes. John got out of the car as well, checking that his friend was all right. He walked in behind the bushes and saw Sherlock being violently sick on them. Sherlock looked at him, he was pale and sweaty, and had, in some strange way, got vomit in his hair. John just laughed, kissed the sweaty detective on his forehead and gave him a bottle with water.
The trip should have taken two hours, but not for them. Three and a half our later they came to their hotel. Sherlock in very bad condition, weak, pale and feeling sick, and John tired hungry. He told himself to never take the car again, at least not together with Sherlock.
This is my first fic, and it's just a short drabble, think it will come more! This one is based on a dream I had a couple of weeks ago… Sorry for my bad English, but English is not my first language. Please rewiew