John was not about to let Sherlock's sulk ruin their holiday. From the moment he suggested the trip to Norway Sherlock had protested but John wasn't having it. He wanted his dam holiday free from experiments and criminals. So John booked the tickets and forced Sherlock onto the plane and now Sherlock was sulking on the hotel rooms' sofa.
"Sulking won't change the fact that we are here" John told him.
Sherlock huffed and turned to face the back of the sofa.
"Come on let's go out, sight see" John said.
"No" Sherlock huffed
"Come on, I want to see the flower fields, there meant to look amazing." John tried to persuade him.
"Definitely not"
"Sherlock refusing to go places won't make us go back any sooner, now get up or as soon as we get back I will tell Molly to ban you from the morgue indefinitely, no excuses"
John looked at the fields of flowers, enjoying the beauty of nature, despite Sherlock trying to ruin it.
"ACHOO" Sherlock sneezed for the hundredth time.
"No matter how annoying you're being we are not leaving"
John heard Sherlock grumbling and blowing his nose but didn't bother looking at him; if he was going to act like a child he won't indulge him.
Walking though the fields, John was taking plenty of photos ignoring Sherlock's grumbling as he trudged behind.
Sherlock sneezed then coughed again and John had had enough.
"Will you stop…?" John stated before he got his first proper look at Sherlock since coming to the fields.
Sherlock eyes were red and streaming as well as his nose. Sherlock coughed again and started scratching his nose which judging from the marks he had been doing often.
"Sherlock what's wrong" John asked, he had never seen Sherlock looking this unwell.
"Hay fever" Sherlock rasped the coughed again.
"What?" John asked because it didn't make sense.
"I suffer badly form hay fever, so this place is like proverbial hell so if you can please finish your stupid sightseeing so we can leave." Sherlock rasped again. This was a mistake as it led to a really bad coughing fit.
That set John into action; other questions could wait but for now John had to get Sherlock back to the hotel.
"So how come I never knew you had hay fever before." John asked once they were back at the hotel and Sherlock nose had stopped streaming.
"London is not filled with flowers John." Sherlock replied from where he now lounging on the bed.
"Yeah but if it is this bad I should have noticed"
"I take medicine but faced with going directly into a flower field they proved useless." Sherlock huffed.
"You should have told me"
"You said no excuses"
"Yes well damage to your health would make me change my mind"
"Would you have believed me, if I told you?" Sherlock asked
John paused, he would have like to say yes he would but then again he wouldn't put it past Sherlock to fake any illness to get out of doing something he didn't want to do. John sighed.
"Right well, what are we meant to do, we still have four days of holiday left. I guess we could try to book an earlier flight."
Honestly John didn't want to leave; he wanted to be out of London, to have no cases, to have a proper holiday. But with Sherlock sneezing whenever they leave the room he doubted either of them wold enjoy it.
"Why should we have to leave?" Sherlock asked
"Sherlock you can't leave the room without sneezing"
"Then we don't leave the room" Sherlock said smoothly, getting off the bed and glided over to John "I'm sure I can find some way to entertain you"