A/N: Hey I'm back! So this fanfic is in honor of Benedict Cumberbatch's and Jared Padalecki's birthday: July 19! So of course I had to celebrate by making a crossover fic! This will actually be multiple chapters long.. Until I get bored with it, I guess.. But let's hope that's not for a while.. Because I'm actually VERY excited about this!

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING! Wish I did... but... Nope :/ Oh well.. Lol, ENJOY!

Friends Protect People, Sam

John pulled at Sherlock's sleeve, still not quite believing that Sherlock was really there as opposed to being a figment of his own imagination. He still couldn't believe that he was alive! Well, he could believe that he was alive. He had believed that. The entire time that he was gone. What he really couldn't believe, was the fact that he was actually right! By some odd miracle he was right, and Sherlock wasn't dead.

~()~()~()~

He had been watching telly. Well – not watching, not really… He just kind of sat there with the telly in front of him while he looked in the general direction of the machine. Lost in his own uncomplicated thoughts while he rested his forehead in his hand. That was when he heard a floorboard creak on the staircase in 221B. It startled him out of his thoughts, and he looked at the door expecting Mrs. Hudson to come in, but who did come in surprised him.

"Sherlock…?" The word came out under his breath, in a tiny whisper. It was supposed to be a question but it didn't really sound like it to John. Not that Sherlock could hear it. "You're…"

"Alive? Yes. Hello, John. You're as observant as ever. I suggest you pack your bags. We're going on a trip, of sorts."

"Sherlock, how are you alive! You're supposed to be dead!" He shouted. He had known that one day Sherlock would return to 221B, return to John, but at that moment John forgot about everything that he had thought was going to happen as the raw anger and hurt took over him. He was going to give Sherlock a piece of his mind.

"John, please. I don't have time for this at the moment, so could you please just do as I ask?" John stopped and looked at Sherlock. And for the first time in a while, all the memories from the fall came rushing back to him. He remembered Sherlock asking the same thing in his phone call before he jumped off of that bloody roof and 'died'. And then John wasn't mad anymore. He was just happy that he had Sherlock back.

"Yeah, sure." He paused. "Whatever you say." John replied before looking down, escaping Sherlock's gaze. "But first," he started. "Where are we going?" He stopped and looked back up at Sherlock, seeing a smile spreading across his face.

"America."

~()~()~()~

Sherlock stared at John, studied him, really. He silently inspected his old flatmate from his tired eyes that suggested he hasn't had a good night's rest in a while, to the little traces of crusted and cracked mud on the bottom of his shoes that suggested he hadn't gone much of anywhere in his absence. John looked up at him and then shifted in his seat, perhaps uncomfortable under Sherlock's intense gaze. Sherlock looked away and took the opportunity to glance at the other passengers on the plane. He then noticed that John seemed uncomfortable, and Sherlock assumed it could only mean one thing and the plane would be landing soon, so he figured he might as well get it out of the way while he could.

"You have questions." He stated matter-of-factly.

"Of course I have questions, Sherlock." He heard John mutter under his breath.

"Well then out with them. The plane will be landing soon and I don't want to have to do this after we get off, so please make them quick." Sherlock said.

"Fine. How are you still alive?" John asked, although it came out as more of a statement than anything.

"It's obvious, John. Obvious." Sherlock said, shaking his head. "Next?"

"Wait, that's it? That's all you're going to say? 'It's obvious'? Really? You're not going to give me an impossibly long explanation to show me how clever you are?" John asked, having a hard time controlling his voice.

"I'm sure John, that by now you have no doubt about just how clever I truly am. And as inviting as it is to tell you, it's just not something that I find interesting enough to share. Now, I would gladly explain how I know that woman is cheating on her husband, or how that man is visiting his mother in Detroit, but I'll let you test your own cleverness with this one." He paused before seeing the angry face on John's face, and then he sighed. "It's obvious, John. If you would just- just think for a moment, it's obvious!" He exclaimed, visibly getting excited while also getting frustrated – it's weird how his emotions work.

John sighed, before saying, "Fine, whatever. Then what are we doing going to America, Sherlock? Can you at least give me a straight answer for that one?" he huffed, all coming out in one breath.

"Finally!" Sherlock exclaimed. "You're finally asking the right questions! We are going to America on a case." He paused, examining John's facial expressions as he took in what he said, before continuing. "A man has asked for my help regarding his missing brother. According to him, his brother just 'magically' disappeared. As though he was wisked away by the wind." He fluttered his arms for a moment, clearly making a joke of the description.

"And what are you going to do, Sherlock?" John asked, brows furrowed in question.

"Well, John, I'm going to find him." He replied, with determination in his eyes.

Well? What'd ya think? I hope you liked it... Sam comes in the next chapter.. And DON'T WORRY! Sherlock WILL explain to John what happened! John's not done asking... lol

Anyways... please review.. I like to know what you think about it. Even if you don't like it! But I hope you did.. so yeah.. LATERZ! XD

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BENEDICT CUMBERBATCH AND JARED PADALECKI! 3