A/N: I was bored one day, when these little idea's popped into my head. I don't own Sherlock, any of the characters by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, or BBC, etc. Mark Gatiss and Steven Moffat are the real creators of the show. All this work is for entertainment purposes only, not for profit or gain. *Update* I'm currently editing the chapters to past-tense. Enjoy!

Chapter 1: Cocoon

-SH-

John was working a shift at the hospital, when he heard his phone blip. He picked up his phone, and read the text: Help me. SH

I'm at the hospital, make tea yourself. JW

Please help me? SH

You better not be joking. JW

John left the hospital, and caught a cab to 221B. Walking up to the flat, John began to hear the sounds of muffled groaning coming from behind the door. "Sherlock?" He called.

"In here," the detective answered. John walked around the corner to the bedroom, and he couldn't believe it. A messy haired detective was dangling five feet above the floor, tangled in a hammock.

"When did you install this?" John asked, trying to contain the laughter in his voice.

"This afternoon," Sherlock replied. "Now untangle me."

"The last time I checked, it takes several weeks for a butterfly to hatch," John replied, snickering.

"Well, I don't have several weeks, now would you kindly untangle me."

John rolled his eyes and started walking over to untangle the detective. "There's like twenty knots, how did you get yourself into this position, Sherlock?"

"A traveling salesman from Hawaii came by the flat this afternoon-"

"And he sold you the hammock," John finished.

"Yes. So after setting it up, I decided to try it out."

"You took a nap?"

"Um...Not exactly."

"Oh no... you didn't.." He did. Sherlock was never one for taking naps, even in strange hammocks. There was only one reason Sherlock had wanted the hammock.

"Yes. I must have flung my arms off to the side a little harder than usual when I was organizing my mind palace, because the next thing I know, I'm not facing towards the ceiling anymore. Instead, I'm dangling from the ceiling with my foot tangled in the ropes."

John's face was red from trying to conceal his laughter.

"Of course.. you were organizing," The army doctor said, with laughter in his voice.

"It's not funny!" Sherlock scowled, his hair standing on end.

"No, you're right it's no- " John eventually cracks, and roars of laughter break through his words.

Sherlock glanced down at his body that was almost merging with the fabric of the hammock, as well as his foot that was completely immobilized with the knotted ropes. He soon joined John in fits of laughter.

When the army doctor managed to get his breath back, he went back to work untangling the knots that still held Sherlock's foot captive.

...

When he finished, John helped the detective stand up. "Well, I think we've learned an important lesson here today," John said, eyeing Sherlock.

"Yes, don't ever organize your mind palace while in a hammock."