~~~~2 weeks later~~~~
"Come on John! The game is on!"
Sherlock's feet pounded down the stairs of 221B, startling Miss Hudson out of her flat.
"Sherlock dear where are you going now? Weren't you just go on a case?"
Sherlock turned towards Miss Hudson, grabbed her by her shoulders, and kissed her on the cheek.
"There's never too many cases to go on Miss Hudson."
Sherlock ripped open the door and put out his arm, calling for a taxi. His breath turned to steam in the air in front of him. John paused by the door, turning back towards Miss Hudson.
"We'll be back later, I'm sure."
John shut the door and Sherlock was already sitting in the cab, giving the cab driver the directions. John jumped into the cab and shut the door, staring at Sherlock.
"Where are we going?"
Sherlock looked out the window, purposefully turning his face away from John to hide his smirk.
"The parking garage, this requires the car."
John's eyes widened, "Wow the case must be far away, where are we going?"
Sherlock's hidden smirk grew wider. He waved his hand in front of him. W"You'll see."
John shrugged it off and looked out the window on his side, he knew that sooner or later he would know where they were going.
~~~~~In the car ~~~~~
"So what is this case about?"
John sat in the passengers seat staring at the road ahead of them. They weren't in heavy traffic, but there were a good amount of cars passing by them.
"You'll figure out soon, please be quiet I'm thinking." Sherlock frowned, feigning irritation.
John jolted, "Wait you're driving while you're in your mind palace?"
Sherlock rolled his eyes, "Yes John it's not that difficult I can multitask."
John nodded and pursed his lips together, he looked straight ahead again at the red car in front of them. After awhile, he rested his cheek on his hand and looked out the window, sighing. He knew this was going to be a long car ride.
~~~An hour and a half later~~~
"When are you going to tell me where we are going? Or at least what the case is about? We've been driving for an hour and a half now."
John was beginning to get impatient and drummed his fingers on the window's ledge. They were pretty far from the city and driving in the country now. Well, it seemed like the country anyways. The road seemed to never end. The yellow lines were faded and the road was dustier and empty. Vast amounts of green land surrounded them, and every now and then they would come across a large house.
"Ah!" Sherlock straightened up and his eyes grew wide, "Here should be fine." Sherlock pulled over into the grass.
John shot up, fully alert now, "What Sherlock what are you doing? You can't just pull into these peoples lawn!"
Sherlock rolled his eyes, "Oh please John it's hardly a lawn. These people have thousands of acres of land. I'm sure they won't notice a little scratch in the grass."
Sherlock shut off the car and hoped out. John was puzzled, but figuring this must be part of the case, he also got out.
"So, is the case around here? Are we investigating a house or something?" John looked around, and Sherlock smirked at his confusion.
"Oh no John, I lied, this isn't a case. It's more of a, experiment."
John opened his mouth, a look of pure rage on his face, but then quickly shut it. His shoulders were stiff and he took a deep breath, trying to control his anger.
"Sherlock," John growled out through his teeth, "You mean to tell me you made me sit in the car for a bloody," John swallowed, taking a deep breath in through his nose, "hour and a half all for a stupid experiment? What are we doing out here, hm?" John took a step closer to Sherlock, "Collecting various types of grass samples?"
Sherlock shook his head, "Oh no John I've already done that, long ago when I was young, a rather tedious experiment that was. No no John this is something much more fun, defiantly more challenging. I'm going to teach you how to drive."
John gaped, "What no way Sherlock! You call that a bloody experiment! Am I some source of entertainment to you, to laugh at?"
Sherlock could clearly see the humiliation swimming in John's blue eyes, and instantly felt guilt penetrate his heart. He had forgotten that this was a serious topic for John, and what he said had been considered a bit not good.
"Oh no John, I didn't mean it like that. I really do want to help you, please John, let me try?"
John shook his head, taking a step back from Sherlock, "No Sherlock I won't do it, I'm sorry. I gave up long ago, take me home."
Sherlock glared, he came here to teach John how to drive and he was going to do it.
"Then have fun walking, because the only way you're getting home is if you drive there yourself."
John's eyes widened, and fury flooded through them. But Sherlock wasn't a fool, he could also see traces of panic hidden in the deepest depths.
"That's just cruel Sherlock."
John rested his back against the hood of the car, shaking his head and letting out a bitter laugh. He didn't care if he had to sit there all day, he refused to drive and make a fool of himself.
"Come on John, it's just driving. You fought in Afghanistan and run around chasing London's most dangerous criminals with me all the time."
John stared up at the cloud scattered grey sky, taking another gulp of cold air that froze his throat.
"Please John?"
John looked straight at Sherlock, only to be met with his puppy eyes. John shook his head, "Fine! But trust me, you'll give up soon, you'll get too frustrated."
Sherlock grinned, "John you know who I am, I don't give up."
Sherlock climbed into the passengers seat, and John shakily climbed into the drivers seat. Sherlock handed John the keys and John took them, knowing that he had no choice.
John knew one thing for sure, he was utterly screwed.
Don't worry! Johnlock and fluff will be in the next chapter :) 3
