This story is basically going to be a collection of random one-shots, that I will post when I write them, and I doubt they'll be related in any way, so don't get confused :) Feel free to give me any prompts :)

This specific one is Parent!lock, so if you don't like that, don't read it! :D

A Trip to The Circus

Hamish held his breath as the tightrope walker balanced on the cable. The acrobat was only almost half way across and already he was preparing to jump up and down in applause when he completed his act. His mouth dropped open as the acrobat jumped on the tightrope, somehow managing to keep his balance. Beside him, John let out a murmured "Wow."

On his other side, Sherlock was muttering and cursing under his breath about the obviousness of the tricks, the way they looked impressive, but were actually simple, and spilling out all of the acrobats innermost secrets. Hamish sighed, easily blocking him out, it was annoying how he would always ruin fun days out.

Once the acrobat had got to the ground in the circus tent, the audience started applauding and then fell silent for the interval. John turned to look at him, "Are you enjoying it?" he asked, eyes twinkling.

"Yeah, it's really amazing. Although Sherlock was talking through most of it."

"God, I keep telling him not to do that. It ruins the day for everyone when he gets annoyed. Speak of the devil, where is he anyway?"

Hamish looked around, confused. He was sure that Sherlock had been there only a few minutes before, "I don't know. He said he was going to do something. Give us a show, or something."

"Oh God," John cried. "I don't even want to know what that means." He leaned back in his chair, rubbing his eyes.

A few minutes later, the next act started. It started with a clown on a unicycle, who started to juggle, and yet there was still no sign of Sherlock.

A man emerged from back stage, the introducer of the next act. The hoop next to him was set on fire. Bring on the man who was going to jump through it!

"Hello, everyone! Welcome to the final act of the day! The hoop of fire!" The announcer shouted. A cheer erupted from the audience.

"Can you all put your hands together for the one, the only…" He never finished his sentence, for at that moment, a tall, thin man with curly black hair and a long coat billowing behind him jumped through the hoop, he even did a roll in mid-air.

The audience cheered loudly, whereas Hamish jumped to his feet, shouting "Sherlock!" and John covered his face with his hands.

On the stage the announcer had managed to get his voice back, interrupting Sherlock, who was bowing and waving to the crowd.

"You're not the performer!" he cried.

The audience fell deathly silent.

"Obviously not," Sherlock drawled, lazily. "He had an affair to deal with; honestly the marks on his cuffs were far too obvious." He shook his head, exasperated, "I may have let all the details slip back stage-to his wife. John," he called the room at large. "Sorry! I think that was a bit not good!"

Beside Hamish, John sank down into his chair and looked like he wanted to be swallowed up by the earth.

He looked at Sherlock, who had now turned to face the entrance to the tent, just as two burly security guards burst in.

"Ahh," he muttered. "Right."

Sherlock instantly broke out into a run, heading towards the tightrope. He scaled the ladder in next to no time and then put one foot on the rope. He wobbled for a fraction of a second, just getting his balance, before he stood still, arms outstretched. Slowly, he began to walk forwards, as the two men clambered onto the platform.

"Security! Stop right there!"

But, Sherlock never had listened to orders, and finding his confidence on the rope encouraged him to increase his pace.

John and Hamish, fearing for Sherlock's life, had pushed their way through the crowd and now stood in the performance area, mouths agape, as they watched Sherlock virtually hop along the tightrope.

Hamish heard John mumble, "Bloody git. He's even good at acrobatics."

Soon, Sherlock had completed the tightrope, leaving the guards far behind, where they had fallen to the floor. He nimbly climbed down from the platform and jogged over to them.

"Ah, John, Hamish, how did you enjoy the finale?"

"Sherlock bloody Holmes," John muttered, darkly. "You are in so much trouble!"

"Brilliant!" Sherlock replied, cheerfully, "I'm looking forward to it already. But, I have to say, it may have to wait."

They turned to see the guards running towards them, having picked themselves up from the ground. "Run!" Sherlock commanded, and together, the Watson-Holmeses ran out into the busy carnival.

AN: Hope you liked this one :) If you want any prompts written, just tell me. I'll write anything (except slash, Sorry!). Prompts will help me out a lot if you have any, because I struggle to think of ideas :p