Authors Note:
Lots of people to thank for this Chapter going up,
Little Pippin: thanks for your wonderful concrit and will be hoping to pick a grammar book up on my holidays.
Verity Burns:
I understand what it is like when you have story alerts at the same time as you are writing, I do, and it's terrible. Never feel you have to apologise to me though.
OperaGoose: My dear, Sad!John will be on his way to you on the twelfth of this month, I hope you enjoy his company (who am I kidding!) also Delusion!Sherlock says that he is really looking forward to meeting Fictional!Ben!
This is primarily a little fill to tide you all over until I come back from holiday
Another bit of crack!
Enjoy!
Disclaimer:
Not mine yet again! That is all *Bows and leaves the stage*
Chapter four: of Skittles and Suitcases.
"So tell me again Sherlock why we're in a taxi at ten to four in the morning, with suitcases in the boot of said taxi?" John said stifling a yawn.
"We're going on holiday John"
John was not all that awake and so he just nodded for a moment as if in understanding, then his head whipped round so fast Sherlock was sure the poor Doctor would get whiplash.
"We're going on holiday?"
"Yes John"
"But, what about the work? Your brain rots without work, you said it yourself"
"Its not a problem John, I've told Lestrade to text me if anything is interesting, you need some time away, and everyone needs a holiday"
It was too much for John to take in at such an early time in the morning.
"Right, fine, where are we going?"
"Morocco"
"Morocco?"
"Yes John, are you in the habit of parroting everything I say or was that a one off occurrence?"
John rolled his eyes "Sherlock why are we going to Morocco?"
"You need a holiday"
"And you decided to what tag along?"
"Well the idea of a holiday bores me to tears John, but you needed one"
"And what you just thought you'd come with me?"
"As I remember you were planning on going to Morocco with Harry, I thought instead of you going alone and wallowing in misery I'd come with you, to well keep you company."
"Wait a minute, your doing something that you don't particularly want to do because I want to do it?"
"Yes I thought that was rather obvious John"
"You're coming on holiday so that I won't be unhappy?"
"Yes, is that an acceptable thing for a friend to do?"
John Looked at Sherlock for a while, had Sherlock gone round the bend? Was he coming down with a fever?
"You're… your being nice, why?"
It was Sherlock's turn to roll his eyes. "We have established that we are friends am I correct?"
John found himself nodding.
"We work together, we live together and to be perfectly honest I did not want you going on holiday and coming home more miserable than usual… so a holiday together seemed to be the most logical thing to do" he turned and looked out of the cab window "and anyway I don't like it when you're upset" he added in a small voice
John smiled at Sherlock even though he knew the man couldn't see him, he touched Sherlock on the arm "thank you" he said softly. He turned to the window on his right side and began to look out at the dismal pre dawn weather.
When they got to the check in desk, John went first. He answered all the usual security questions such as 'are there any sharp items in your hand luggage, could anyone have had access to your case, could anyone have put anything in your case and finally the most stupid question of all, did you pack your case yourself to which he replied that yes he did, even though Sherlock had packed his case, which was a worrying thought in itself.
When he had finished he told Sherlock he would wait for him in the coffee Shop, Sherlock had nodded and stepped up to the desk.
"Did you pack your case Sir?"
"Well no I do believe I asked some strange homeless people to pack it for me while I was out, is that alright?"
The woman behind the desk took her walkie talkie from underneath the counter and radioed security.
John had just purchased a cup of coffee when he saw two burly security guards hauling Sherlock away.
"Not again!" he said to himself before leaving his coffee where it was and hurrying after the security guards and his squirming flatmate. A week away looked a lot less relaxing by the minute.
A Harried John Watson was now sitting in Departures having told Sherlock that he was not to move until they were called for their flight.
Sherlock was sitting on his carry on luggage and inspecting the contents of a bag of skittles.
"Do you want one John?"
"No Sherlock, you asked me a minute ago, I did say save them for the flight."
"I'm bored"
"Yes so am I but you didn't think to pack me a book to read"
"There's a bookshop over there" Sherlock said pointing to a shop.
"Yes well I can't trust you to behave on your own without me gone, so I'll just have to sit here"
"John I am not a child thank you very much, if you want to go and buy a book then will just sit here quietly and eat my skittles"
John sighed. "Fine, I won't be long."
When John came back, he saw that Sherlock had not moved, he sat down on the same seat as he had vacated and was immediately treated to Sherlock pushing a skittle in his mouth.
"I thought you might be hungry" Sherlock said by way of explanation.
John was trying to respond but the skittle had helpfully lodged itself in his throat and decided to set up camp.
"John your eyes are almost popping, are you alright?"
John tried to gesture to his throat but Sherlock said
"It's no good I was never any good at charades."
John rolled his eyes and got out his mobile.
Choking silently on that damn skittle a little help would be nice J
Sherlock heard his phone beep and said "I told the inspector we were going on holiday and will you look at that he can't even wait until we've reached our destination before he texts me, He really is hopeless."
John began to wonder if he was going to die here in an airport departure lounge, he had always imagined that if he were to die it would be facing a murderer or Moriaty, not choking to death on a skittle; all in all he felt it was a little anticlimactic.
"John your looking rather pale are you alright?"
John began to rummage in Sherlock's pocket for his phone and Sherlock let out an undignified shriek. He took the phone that John proffered and read the text when he saw it was from John.
"Well why didn't you say so John, contrary to public belief I am not a mind reader" he said whilst thumping John on the back.
The skittle huffed silently in John's throat as it felt its plans for the death of John Watson slipping away with every thump Sherlock administered to John Watson's back.
With a sigh it was expelled from John Watson and wondered why it couldn't have been born a bullet or something a little more hardcore. A skittle was soo petty.
"John next time tell me your choking don't send me a text." Sherlock said once the Skittle had been vanquished.
"Sherlock!" John rasped.
"Yes John?"
"Don't be soo bloody stupid.
And that would have been how the fight started if their flight hadn't been called.
A/N: well there you are, this is the last chapter for two weeks while I go to lovely sunny London… (Ok who am I kidding; it's going to be Pishing it down!) So did you like dislike think your dear author has snapped her wits? (Trust me I wouldn't blame you if you do, I was thinking the same thing.)
So Onward Push that little button that calls to you!
Yes I know the chapter may seem rushed but I wanted to appease my reviewers
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