Today, the sky was green. And not a bluish green. A GREEN. It wasn't a normal shade for the sky. Although, in retrospect, it wasn't a normal day either.
"I don't see why this is necessary at all!" Sherlock Holmes complained. Lestrade was driving to the vacation spot he had decided on. He had invited Sherlock Holmes, Molly Hooper, Mycroft Holmes (though he doubted he would show up), John Watson, Anderson, and Donovan (just to annoy Sherlock). John was sitting next to him, with the map. Sherlock and Molly were sitting in the back seat.
"Look Sherlock, we all need a break. I thought you would be glad to have a break" Lestrade replied, looking at Sherlock in the rearview mirror.
"Well, you were wrong. I am not happy" Sherlock said with a sneer.
"Sherlock, just say thank you" John said, scolding him
"Can none of you see that I didn't want to do this?!" Sherlock yelled
"We weren't going to leave you at home by yourself." John said, trying not to lose his temper.
"Oh, so now I'm untrustworthy?" Sherlock ask, his voice rising in anger.
"Oh, shut up. All of you. Stop squabbling like five-year-olds" said Molly snapped.
Everyone else in the car went silent. When Molly Hooper, the sweetest person on the face of the earth, gets mad, she means business. They all decided, though they were rather shocked, not to say anything. Soon they had reached the cabin.
"Now" Lestrade said standing by the door to the cabin while everyone was getting their things from the car "Anderson, Donavan, Mycroft, if he comes, and I are on the 3rd floor. The 2nd floor doesn't have any bedrooms, so John, Sherlock, and Molly are on the 1st floor. Your room will have a sheet of paper with your name on it. Get situated and meet in the living room in 20 minutes.
As Sherlock passed him he said "At least try to look like you are having fun"
"You got into a fight with your wife while trying to get custody of the dog's ashes." Sherlock said, stopping to look at him "You are here to try and forget that, but I can see that you aren't going to have an easy time with that. You are upset at your wife for not letting you have the remains of something you loved more that she did. You loved it even more than you loved her. Probably why you are getting a divorce. Made her mad that you loved a dog over her. You have too much sentiment attached to the dog to forget it. And, no, I won't pretend to have fun"
'It's going to be a long vacation.' Lestrade thought as Sherlock walked into the house. 'God, I hope he livens up. And if not, that he shuts up.'
"I'm sorry I snapped at you earlier" Molly said, bringing her suitcases down the stairs.
"Fine. I find it more interesting than your usual self" Sherlock said, going into his room, not even looking at her.
"Oh" Molly whispered.
"It's fine" John said, coming down the stairs right after her, trying to make her feel better. "Don't let him get to you. He's just mad that we forced him to come. And you snapping earlier was something…different…for all of us"
"I'm really am sorry. I can get carsick sometimes. It doesn't help that I didn't get enough sleep last night"
"No one cares" Sherlock said from his room.
"Sherlock!" John yelled.
"It's fine, Molly" He said looking at her sad face.
"I really don't think this is the best place for me to stay. I just make him mad" Molly said, trying very hard not to sound too hurt.
"No, no. It's ok. I promise to keep him in line." John replied. "Besides, I need someone to help me deal with HIM" he said gesturing to Sherlock's room. "I'll help you get settled"
"Thanks" Molly said, smiling. 'Maybe this won't be so bad' she thought. Boy was she wrong.