Sherlock jumped from foot to foot impatiently,he didn't like when John ignored him because he couldn't communicate his fantastic ideas or spurt theories as they shot impulsively into his head.

John was the only person that Sherlock could talk to who would listen to him properly and remain interested throughout his show of intelligent deduction because not even Mycroft remained interested or intuned to what Sherlock was saying when he was discussing cases.

'Sherlock?'

But when John turned around expecting to reconcile with Sherlock and not let himself self-destruct as he had been building up noticed Sherlock in the corner of the camping lodge looking at a flyer on the wall.

'John?'

'mm'

'John please do hurry up?'

'is it some evolutionary get together…is your mothership coming back to collect you?'

Sherlock grabbed John's lapels and pulled him down to read the flyer.

'Sherlock we do not need another part of the country talking about us'

Swatting his hand away at the same time John realised how worse it made the insinuation

When he read the name on the flyer he couldn't help but exclaim

'bloody hell Sherlock that's our dead archaeologist'