For any of my followers, I apologize for my long absence! Here is my first Sherlock fic; hope y'all enjoy. Sherlock belongs to the BBC, and Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, who is an absolute GENIUS! If any of you have not read the original stories, you should!
It's Not As Bad As It Looks!
"Sherlock!" John's angry voice rang out across the beach. "That was utterly cruel, and not only that—it was heartless! That poor fellow has been on that journey his entire life, and now you've totally shaken his nerves—stop laughing, Sherlock, it's not funny!"
Sherlock had been amused by his own cruelty at first, but when he saw John's warning look, he fell silent.
"You just threw away, in less than two seconds, his entire life's work," John continued, a spark coming into his eyes. "I just don't know what to say. I thought you were better than that—I really did."
"I saved his life," Sherlock argued forcefully, narrowing his eyes at John with that uncomfortable scrutiny he usually used on his clients. "It's not as though I HAD to save him. As a matter of fact, I'll happily confess that I was about to turn him over to his murderous pursuer over here," he gestured to Mary, who was standing innocently nearby. "She wanted to boil him alive!"
Mary started guiltily when she realized the two men were both looking at her. "I only wanted his house!" she protested immediately, reacting with some fear at the hard stare her husband had fixed her with. "It's—it's just—all in one piece, you know. And—don't look at me like that, John!" she began with a slightly hysterical laugh. "It was such a nice color! No offense, dear, but you've got to admit it was so much better than the one we've got now!" She fingered a small object held in one hand.
"Well, all I can say is, you two completely disgust me," John exclaimed at last.
His companions looked slightly ashamed.
"I take you both on holiday," he continued, "to this nice beach in Florida, and look how you both behave!"
For a long moment, there was silence between them.
Suddenly, John burst out laughing, nearly falling in the water they were wading in as he did so. Sherlock and Mary joined in, clutching their stomachs and wiping tears of laughter from their eyes.
Several meters away, the brightly-colored shell of a hermit crab settled slowly to the sandy bottom of the ocean. Taking a moment to settle his shaken nerves (from being picked up and hurtled across the tops of the waves by a certain detective); he set off on the return trip for the journey he'd just taken at a brisk, cheerful pace.
In fact, he had every hope of reaching the next sandbar in just a few short years!