Too Many Clouds
"It's him, it's Sherlock!"
"No way."
"The dark wizard who appears right out of thin air-"
"And don't forget he's incredibly handsome!"
"I can't see anything."
"That's because of the fog."
"They say he eats peoples' hearts."
"Stop saying such scary things."
"Oh he can eat my heart any day." The group of women all cackled and herded out of the coffee shop like the flock of sheep that could just be seen in the distance.
"It makes no difference to me," John mumbled to himself as he gazed out the window, "I don't have a heart."
Colors
John was sitting in his chair looking intently into the fire as if having a staring contest with it, when he heard a thud and a thump from upstairs followed by running footsteps.
"John what have you done!" John blinked. It seemed that a very nearly naked Sherlock had just come racing toward him and was now standing not an inch in front of him with his head bowed like a servant. Then he saw what had so upset Sherlock. His hair had become hot pink, no magenta, changing like the flames in the fireplace.
"I'm ruined," moaned Sherlock.
We're Off
"John, I need you to procure me some flying monkeys." Sherlock proclaimed.
"Why don't you ask Mycroft?" asked John, "He's Oz."
"I was going to go to Moriarty, since he owns the little beasts, but I'd much rather have you do it."
"Is there anything else?"
"If you see Mycroft could you remind him that I will not be going home anytime soon?"
"What about your heart, my courage, and Anderson's brain?"
"Those can wait."
"Poor Donovan, she'll be furious."
"Not to worry John, we can always get her a new pair of shoes, red, I should think."
No, Thank You
They all regarded John with condemnation. He was late for a date of which he had no prior knowledge. It was all so strange but there was Mycroft with his umbrella and the woman of no name, and Sherlock, mad as ever, and was that his big sister? Passed out drunk at the end of the table, goodness!
"I will not have tea." He rejected the offer or rather order that he have tea. He must have a cup of tea. He loved tea; he would die, maim, or kill for tea, but not at this time.
Ethereal
Doctor Watson woke up feeling good. Better than good in fact. He had slept peacefully with a noticeable lack of nightmares. His body felt light, strong, energized and unproblematic. He stretched his leg without a twitch. He eased out of bed, got dressed, and floated down the stairs. It was a fantastic morning, even without any caffeine, absolutely extraordinary. He breezed about the living room browsing for something to read. Sherlock entered the room robed and rubbing his eyes. He looked at John in astonishment. John serenely smiled in return.
"Oh my-"
"Yes, I've been granted wings."
Tests
At the lab John wondered why Sherlock and Molly never tried dating.
"She isn't my type." Sherlock said quietly as if reading his mind.
"Why don't you give her a chance?" John pressed, "She's nice and she obviously likes you-"
"I might as well date you then."
"Would you?" John joked.
"You're gay?" They had not noticed Molly's proximity.
"Does that bother you?" Sherlock lashed. Molly shook her head fleeing from sight.
"Why do you keep pushing people away?" John shouted exasperatedly.
"Only the intolerant ones," John's eyebrows lifted. "I can't be the only intelligent person in the world."
AN: Thank you for reading! The allusions made were to Howl's Moving Castle the film, The Wizard of Oz the film or book, and Alice in Wonderland the film(s) :)