The Next Big Adventure

by Somniumai

A 221B that is a glance into the life at 221B. John is lost for words and Sherlock is lost in reflection. Energised from the day's adventure and entertaining a hope for inspiration, John asks Sherlock a question or two, then decides the writer's block is worth sleeping on.

A/N: So LunaKyria challenged me to a 221B. I figured no reason not to.

221B

"To write our newest adventure," I announce to no-one in particular.

Words rush through my head but are found blank under my fingers.

Feelings, inexpressible by civilised language, pump hormones and adrenaline through my frame. My body has retained the energy of the past two hours and remains invigorated, ready to jump on Sherlock's whim, to bound into the next dangerous adventure as if it is the afternoon's entertainment.

Well, that isn't strictly true; danger and its aftermath is Sherlock's entertainment.

He stares at me from across the room, fingers steepled, gaze unwavering.

My blood positively boils.

"What's next?"

The stare flickers and focuses. He hums. It is a rich sound and no other is heard but for the bustling of Mrs Hudson downstairs.

"Life…and death."

I ignored his obtuse evasion but it triggers a curiosity.

"Do you think Death is the next big adventure, Sherlock?"

A crooked smile, "A little death is not something to be afraid of," he pauses, now serious, "Don't be silly John, we die and then are dead, what is next is no more mystery than dirt."

The bedroom calls. I am invigoratingly tired, if that is accurately possible.

I pull at Sherlock's hair on the way past.

"What will you think when Death knocks on your door?"

"The usual: he is my kind of beautiful."