Some of the lines are, obviously, from the trailer. And oh God, the trailer. We might have to wait until January? Sherlock will be shooting the wall with his gun.
And this could, quite conceivably, be seen as Johnlock.
The streets, pounding under his feet. The ache in his lungs, as he draws breath. The adrenaline and the blood and the sheer life coursing through him.
The thrill of the chase.
The engines roaring nearby, his heart pounding in his ears, the electricity in his skin, and Sherlock's eyes on his.
The blood pumping through your veins.
Sherlock's hair, Sherlock's laugh, Sherlock's eyes, Sherlock's hand.
Sherlock's fingers gripping his.
Just the two of us against the rest of the world.
Sherlock running beside him, Sherlock and him running through the night, Sherlock and him, Sherlock and him..
Two of us against the rest of the world.
The streets, left behind under tearing feet. The air, tasting of freedom and excitement and escape in his throat. The wind in his hair, the beat of his heart, life screaming under his skin.
The thrill of the chase.
Car horns shrieking, things too fast to touch, everything vital and pumping and so alive and John's eyes meeting his.
The blood pumping through your veins.
John's eyes, John's smile, John's laughter, John's skin.
John's hand, palm against his.
Just the two of us against the rest of the world.
John and him, John racing beside him, John at his side, John and him racing into the night, John and him, John and him...
Two of us against the rest of the world.
Sherlock and John, John and Sherlock, running, gasping, breathing, living, his hand in his, his hand in his, his hand in his. Sherlock's hand in John's, John's hand in Sherlock's.
Two of us against the rest of the world, two of us against the rest of the world.
Sherlock and John, running into the night, running, panting, chasing, living and it never, ever stopping. Going on and on, running forever and that's OK, because then they never, ever have to stop, never have to falter, never have to break away.
Sherlock and John, running, running. Running with their hands together. Fingers intertwined, palms pressed, skin touching. Hands held.
Two of us against the rest of the world.
John and Sherlock, Sherlock and John. Together, into the night.
Just the two of us against the rest of the world.
Sherlock and John-we know who really needs to get together this series. It's them against the rest of the world. :)