Disclaimer: I don't own any characters from this series. Because honestly, if I did, hot damn c;
Pairing: John Watson & Sherlock Holmes
Word Count: 1,267 Rating: T
Synopsis: Apart and aside from the infamous blog of Dr. John H. Watson, there is a separate version of their stories that John keeps close to his heart. Located in a journal tucked deep within the depths of 221B, lies the cases and accounts of their adventures that he would rather not share. The private tales of a consulting detective and his blogger.
Author's Notes: I will probably make a bit of a part two to this one. I like where it's going. As always, thank you for reading! I hope you guys enjoy! Read, review, and prompt me please! c:
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Safety Violations.
"Do you want me to die John?" Sherlock questioned.
It was a relatively warm night in Santa Monica. 'A beautiful day to spend at the beach' is how John described it. Having a case that brought them all the way to America was quite the rarity, and to the California coastline? John was simply ecstatic.
Sherlock, however, didn't see the change in venues as all that great. He was on a case. That is all. Strictly work. He didn't see the point in such childish things as going to the pier. Even if the case was solved, and they still had the hotel room for another night.
John shifted his weight between feet and let out an irritated sigh.
"You are not going to die, Sherlock" he groaned.
Sherlock stared back at his partner incredulously. John ran sweaty fingers through his hair.
"I suppose you're going to attempt to prove me wrong now?" John asked.
" 2007, Universal Orlando, a 68-year-old woman fractured both legs and arms while exiting the ride vehicle of Peter Pans flight. 2006, Islands of Adventure, a 14-year-old girl broke her arm on the Camp Jurassic climbing nets. 2008, Walt Dis-"
"Whoa, whoa, wait, what?" John exclaimed. "How do you even know-"
"It doesn't matter how I know, John." Sherlock interrupted. "What matters is that all these people were severely injured on well-established, supposedly 'safe' theme park rides. And you want me to waltz on over and buckle myself into this death trap of a safety violation?!"
John looked at Sherlock intently, both men refusing to blink.
"Is this why you didn't come to bed last night?" John asked, a smile creeping onto his round features.
Sherlock stood remarkably still.
"Oh my god, Sherlock. You stayed up all night researching this so that you could try and find an excuse not to ride the rollercoaster!" John chuckled in delight.
"No I spent last night looking up the last time this pier had a safety inspection, which by the way, I doubt was thorough." he seethed.
John's chuckle turned into a full out guffaw of laughter, now drawing the attention of some amused passerbys.
"What?" Sherlock demanded, dark curls bouncing with anger.
"You're scared" John teased, pushing an accusing finger into Sherlock's chest.
"Ridiculous," he scoffed.
"You Mr. I-can-fight-off-a-Chinese-assassin-with-a-bottle-o f-spray-paint are afraid of rollercoasters." John giggled.
Sherlock took a step closer to John, and looked down at him furiously. He was met only with a glee ridden face staring back up.
A noise, somewhere mixed between a growl and nervous croak, left Sherlock's throat before he spun on his heel in the direction of the rollercoaster.
"Here we go," mumbled John before he ran to catch up with Sherlock.
The two waited in line in an uncomfortable silence.
Right before the got to the front of the line, Sherlock spoke up.
"You know it's not too late John."
"What?" he replied, "Not too late for you to chicken out?"
"No," Sherlock grumbled, "It's not too late for us to both leave this pier with our lives."
John could see the fear in Sherlock's eyes. Just sparks of it, flickering beneath the front of indifference he puts up.
John's face softened.
"You know, love, you don't have to do this. Prove anything" he whispered.
Sherlock looked relived. His shoulders sagged, just for a second before he managed to pull himself back together.
"Ahem, no, nonsense," he began, "I'm simply trying to avoid the inevitable lawsuit we will have by the end of this night."
John smiled.
"I'll take my chances."
By that time, the two were at the front of the line.
"How many in your party?" the ride attendant asked.
"Uh, two" John stated, holding up two fingers.
"Row one please" she smiled, gesturing at the large painted one on the floor next to the coaster tracks.
They stepped into place and waited for the arrival of the coaster that would, as one of them described it, escort them to their doom at 75 mph. Sherlock was always one for the dramatics.
Soon enough, the coaster came to a full and complete stop and the previous passengers made sure they had all their belongings before carefully exiting the vehicle.
It was finally their turn.
The rusty, red gates opened up before them with a creak, allowing them to step into the vehicle.
John first, then Sherlock, the two stepped into the car and sat down. As instructed, the pair raised their arms as the ride attendant came along and lowered the lap bar.
Suddenly, Sherlock felt very, very trapped.
He began to writhe and wriggle around in his seat. Beads of sweat began to pool around his brow. When the ride abruptly jerked into motion he gasped and froze in his seat.
John immediately felt terrible for forcing Sherlock onto this ride. He found Sherlock's hand under the lap restraint and held on tight.
John felt him physically relax, and he felt just a tiny bit better.
As the coaster began to roll towards that intimidating incline, they could hear the muffled traces of the automated safety announcement.
'Please keep all hands, arms, feet, and legs inside the vehicle at all times.'
Sherlock was sure there was more to it, but he couldn't hear much else over the screaming in his mind palace.
Slowly, the coaster began to rise up the incline. As the car got higher, the tighter the grip on John's hand got. As the car reached the apex of the incline John felt as though he no longer had bones in his right hand. The cart then stopped, as if for dramatic effect, dangling over the edge of the drop. He let out a deep breath and then. . .
The sounds of Sherlock's screams of terror were drowned out, for the most part, by the screams of joy from John and the rest of the enthusiastic coaster goers.
The moment the ride came into sight of the exit platform Sherlock began to frantically push up on the lap restraint.
John took the opportunity to nurse his surely broken hand.
"Calm down Sherlock, you have to wait until the ride has come to a complete stop."
"Damn, complete stops!" he shouted, flinging himself back in the seat.
The moment the ride pulled up to the exit point, and the lap bars were raised, Sherlock leapt over John and onto the platform.
He was out the door before John could get out of his seat.
John caught up with Sherlock a few minutes later. He found him sitting with his legs tucked up under him on a bench.
He felt really bad that he made Sherlock go through that, no matter how hilarious it was.
He marched up to him and planted a sloppy kiss right on his lips. For once, he really didn't care who saw.
"Come on," John said, breaking away from the kiss. "Let's go win you a giant teddy bear."
Sherlock looked genuinely relived. John was happy this didn't do a number on him. He couldn't deal with another shock episode, especially when they had a long flight tomorrow morning.
"You know, it's physically impossible for you to win those games" Sherlock stated matter of factly, standing up from the bench. "Physics, John"
John just rolled his eyes and pulled Sherlock along; happy he was back to normal.
"Oh shut up, you wanker. You ruin everything." John grinned.
Sherlock just smiled and kept walking, relieved that he in fact didn't die today. Secretly hoping that John could defy the laws of physics and win him a big teddy bear.