CHAPTER TWO: Odd Fellows
A/N I know I know, but I don't know anything about time zones, nor do I care enough to look it up so. Deal with it.
On the plane we took our assigned seats and sat in them. Across the isle from me I noticed a man and a woman whispering and giggling at what the other said. The woman had short red hair, and that was what had caught my eye. The more I looked at her though, the more interesting she was, for I could make few deductions of her; she had a few scars on her arm, the mark of someone who either does hard work or had an injury of some sort, and a hard face, she obviously didn't smile often, yet with this man she seemed completely relaxed and very smiley. They must have had some sort of romantic relationship.
The man was intriguing as well; he had large muscles in the arms, he must be an archer. He had a military-like hair cut and a square face. He definitely worked for the government. An archer for the government? How strange.
Sherlock caught me looking at them, "Interesting people, eh John?" I nodded. He put his arm on the rest between us and pointed at them discretely, leaning in to speak quietly, "They're both in the government, I hope you gather as much," I nodded, even though I only guessed that for the man, "the man's an archer but the woman, she's a fighter, perhaps an assassin." I gave him a look of 'how so' and he continued, smiling, "She's too muscly to be a normal girl, her outfit suggests that she has clothing underneath, perhaps a sleeker, more suitable for fighting outfit. She has a hard face, that of a person who has done difficult things but not had much feeling for doing them." he looked at me again, face inches away, "Get all that?" I nodded, moving away slightly.
Somehow, that took up the time between boarding and taking off and I watched over Sherlock's shoulder as we took off into the air. Once in the air enough that the captain said we could have electronics, I pulled out my laptop and played around for a while. Sherlock fell asleep, it would have been 1:00PM in London, his head falling onto my shoulder. I smiled slightly but paid no mind otherwise. The stewardess walked by and asked if I wanted a drink; I got a complimentary Ginger-ale. She gave Sherlock an odd look before continuing on. I glared after her, it was obvious what she thought about Sherlock and I's relationship, though it wasn't true. We were NOT a couple, no matter how much I contemplated the subject.
At some point during the flight I gave up on my laptop and got out a book instead. That didn't last long however, and I fell asleep as well. I slept for probably 30 minutes and woke, being careful not to disturb Sherlock. He just shifted slightly, pulling his legs up into the chair and pushing onto me more. I laughed quietly at his PDA but ignored it for the most part, going back to my book.
After another hour or so and an alert from the captain, I rubbed Sherlock's back, waking him. "Hey, we're about to land, wake up." I said quietly.
He shifted his head and then looked up at me, "We're there?" He mumbled sleepily.
"Yes, we're there." I said.
He sat upright and stretched himself out. He yawned absently as the captain's voice came on, telling us to buckle down and to turn off electronics.
Sherlock and I both looked out the window as our plane landed in California. It took a while for our plane to get situated enough for us to be able to get up and get the things from the overhead. I was sitting in the isle seat and stood as everyone else was doing. Sherlock stood as well, but awkwardly because of the small space between his chair and the chair in front of him. After a few more minutes we were off of the plane.
In the airport as we were leaving we saw the government couple again. They met up with a group of people that were dressed, well ... oddly. A huge man with long blonde hair was there, he was dressed in stare-worthy attire. It seemed as though he was going to a renaissance fair. Then there was a shorter man who looked simply nerdy in his glasses and purple shirt. I looked to Sherlock who was also wearing a purple shirt. The man standing next to the nerdy guy was dressed simply in a Black-Sabbath shirt and dark jeans. He was smiling and had a generally loud personality. I could tell the had a lot of money, gained from doing nothing I gathered. Then there was a tall man that was obviously military. But it was odd because he looked very uncomfortable, he kept glancing to the electronics in the room, he wasn't used to them I supposed. He dressed like he was from the 40's! He was familiar though, but from where I couldn't place.
"Oh god. That's Tony Stark." Sherlock muttered, noticing the group. I looked over to them again.
"Oh." I said, realizing the man in the band shirt was he. Tony was Sherlock's practical enemy. They had never met in real life but Tony's weapons were well-known, causing Sherlock lots of problems with our cases.
Sherlock glared in his direction. I could tell he wanted to go over there and give him a piece of his mind. "Don't..." I warned. He scowled at me and we kept walking. I glanced back at the group. They really were odd fellows.
(A/N short I know. I'm not sorry. you're lucky you're even getting this fic. I wasn't gonna write it. But I am. So there. Love you if you reviewed!
~Every time you review John makes an advance on Sherlock and every time you don't... Sherlock pushes John away, going a little straighter. And don't think I won't check and do it too! I will! I don't have a lot else to do!)