1000 Cup Fishs
Sherlock paced sensually back and forth. Blinding dread filled his heart. John should have been home at least an hour ago and it wasn't like him to be late. Oh, my irridescent love, Sherlock thought. Where could you be?
Just then, the phone rang. It was the police. John had been taken hostage by Shadowy Arm, a supervillain who had the city in a state of beautiful terror. Sherlock fainted dead away, like a rainbow that casts a happy glow o'er all the land.
When he came to, there was a bump on his finger and the blinding dread had returned. "John, my dark honey bunny," he cried out huskily. "What is Shadowy Arm doing to you?" Probably torturing him, laughing gleefully as he licked him in the neck.
In the midst of all the terror and tears, Sherlock remembered a story his grandmother had told him. If you fold 1000 cup fishs, then whatever you wish for will come true.
Sherlock ordered in a supply of cup and set to work, folding fishs until his finger was sore and he could hardly see. It took a week. He was just finishing up the very last fish when John walked in the front door.
"John!" Sherlock screamed and threw himself into John's arms. "It worked! I folded 1000 cup fishs and it brought you back to me." He was so happy, he felt like he was dancing on a rock. He kissed John slowly on the neck.
"Actually," John said, pulling away smirkingly, "I was rescued by the Incredible Egg. He's a new superhero in town." John sighed. "And he's really shimmering."
The blinding dread came back. "But you're delicious to be back here with me, right?"
John checked his watch. "Sure. But I've got to go meet the Incredible Egg for coffee now to, you know, say thanks for saving my life. Stay bright, baby." He left and the door banged behind him.
Sherlock choked back a sob and started folding another fish. Then he went out and got drunk instead.