Author's Notes: Hello and a Happy New Year. :)
As an avid writer and fan of BBC's Sherlock, I find myself asking many things concerning the show and their characters. And then I find myself answering them with fics. Hope you enjoy. Feel free to give me writing advice.
"…And then I kind of got lost in the woods."
Sherlock let out a series of chuckles, smirking at the doctor walking beside him down Baker Street. John, slightly surprised by his laughter, smiled and said, "It's even funnier when you're barely ten years old. I was awfully late for dinner that night."
Sherlock had to ask. "How did you return home?" Hearing John's stories was not nearly as intriguing as fighting crime, but he admitted to himself that they weren't a terrible way to pass the time.
"Oh, well, I knew that the sun rose in the east, and set in the west. I used that as a guide. I remembered my instructor's lecture about the earth's axis and revolution around the sun. Thank god I paid attention that day," John murmured, recalling his dreadful memories of confusion and fear.
Sherlock's eyebrows wrinkled and he glanced questioningly at the sidewalk, hesitating to reveal his perturbation. John waited for a response, peering over at the consulting detective and into Speedy's café window.
And then it slipped out.
"Does it?"
John and Sherlock both halted, staring at each other.
"Does…it what?" John asked, completely lost.
"You know, what you just said." Sherlock grumbled, completely serious.
"I just…said –"
"Never mind. Forget it."
"—The earth revolving around the sun? Does it revolve around the sun? That's your question?"
Briskly, Sherlock turned away from John and walked towards their flat. "I said forget it."
"You don't know that?!" John asked, his jaw dropping. "You're not joking, are you?" His eyes became wider with every second.
"John."
"Really? I'm sorry, but, really?"
Sherlock opened and slammed shut the door to their flat as quickly as possible, leaving John with his best blog material yet.