Much thanks to MLC for looking this over, helping find an ending and giving me lots of nice titles to sort through! You are awesome! :-)
Sherlock bear paced in front his partner. Each time he turned a tap would be given to his chin.
"And you have no memories of before?"
John scratched thoughtfully at his left blue corduroy ear, "Barely any. There was a humming noise, some bright lights and I felt a bit chilly before my jumper was put on. Don't remember much until I was sitting on this shelf beside you."
Sherlock growled in frustration before he stopped to consider. "Do you think it possible a good knock against the head might help?"
John bear scowled as much as his expression would let him. "Since you don't remember either why don't I give you a good thumping instead?"
His offer was brushed aside as the other bear started to pace again. "It wouldn't work. My brain is superior and I would be able to recall such information from my mind palace if it was available."
His fellow bear rolled his button eyes in agitation. "Personally, I think you have stuffing for brains."
John didn't know how but Sherlock managed a look of disdain on his woollen face.
"Honestly there are times—"
"When you despair of me I know."
Sherlock bear looked over and his tiny felt heart beat.
"Even so," he said fondly, "I'd be lost without my blogger."
John bear beamed.