Hello, everyone! This is Katierosefun here! This is my very first Sherlock fan fic, so please don't be harsh on me! I've fallen in love with this TV show and I've tried multiple times to write a fan fiction on it…(and failed.) After watching the last episode of series three on Youtube, I just HAD to write a fic on it…so again, if I make any characters OOC, do tell me—don't be too harsh, I'd just like some feedback. This isn't the longest story in the world, either, I know…I usually hate stories that are less than 1,000 words long but again, this is a really dumb, quick one-shot. XD
No hate, please! Enjoy!
The minute Sherlock stepped off the small jet, John and Mary strode over to him briskly.
"That was a quick exile." Sherlock noted.
"Four minutes. Four minutes and you're already back." John said, shaking his head. He looked up and grinned. He was relieved—of course, Sherlock was lucky enough to only be exiled for four minutes.
"Did you miss me?" Sherlock asked, putting his hands in his coat pockets.
"It was only four minutes." John replied.
"Yes, but did you miss me, anyways?" Sherlock's eyes were so curious that it almost made John want to laugh at the silliness.
"Yeah, I missed you. Even though it was only four minutes." John added with a smile.
"You've stressed that point for a while, John. I am aware that I've been gone for only four minutes." Sherlock responded and began to head across the boardwalk, where a car via Mycroft was waiting for them.
John paused and looked at the back of Sherlock's head. He grinned and yelled, "William Sherlock Scott Holmes, yeah?"
"Shut up!" Was Sherlock's annoyed reply.