I'M SO SORRY YOU GUYS. I AM SUCH A JERK. DSKAJDFKLSJFLDFK;
IT WAS MY FAULT….KINDA.
I have this thing on my computer (It's actually the home computer, which makes me mad because I can't save my work to my own computer because I don't have one. Which means that when my parents use this computer, I CAN'T FREAKING DO WORK ON IT! WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL?!) My dad insists on putting time restrictions on the computer so that he can "Limit the amount of time I spend online".
First of all, I have a tablet where I can do just about EVERYTHING that the computer can do, and second- DUDE. I'M A TEENAGER NOW. I'M NOT FREAKING FIVE YEARS OLD. Time restrictions? Really? So I have to put up with the shit that won't let me go on the computer, when sometimes I just want to freaking WRITE for you all! I don't think he understands how important this is to me. So I guess that I'll just have to prove to him that I am trustworthy, and won't look up nasty stuff online at like, 3:00 am or whatever (Why do parents always assume things like that happen?! I'm not a pervert for fuck's sake!) UGH. Sorry.
I've had a very lazy day today where I felt like I needed to sit on my ass and watch crap TV. I was seriously too lazy to change the channel. I'm not even kidding. One reach of my arm felt like too much. I also felt like crap yesterday, after being at school for seven freaking hours. I went to the nurse at recess. (seriously. In middle school, we have recess. They force us to go outside unless we have work to do or something.)I came back at lunch, still feeling a bit crappy. At science I felt worse, and my teacher wouldn't let me go back to the nurse! I WAS ON THE EDGE OF CRYING THE WHOLE TIME. He let me go to the bathroom, where I seriously spent maybe five minutes crying in the stall, then washed my face to cover it up. It had still looked like I had been crying, but at this point I didn't care.
After Science, I had to sit through writing, which is by far one of my least favorite classes. Believe me, I love writing. But this year's teacher isn't quite as great as last year's. I tolerate the class sometimes-sometimes it's quite fun- but most of the time it's really boring. The teacher makes us write like 15 forms of one particular topic, that are usually two pages or longer. It can be stressing, but this class time wasn't too bad. But considering the fact that I felt like laying on the floor and dying, it wasn't all that fun. It was like a hell hole, actually.
OF COURSE, I had play practice afterwards. I felt like if I had to tolerate one more hour of staying in that building I might collapse so I got permission from the awesomest teacher in the school to go home, and he said that it's absolutely fine if I feel crappy and need to go home. I called my mom, who arrived around thirty minutes later. I finally got home, but I was feeling horrible so I went up to my room and drew a cute JohnLock picture to cheer me up. Then I was like, "OH, SHIT!" and remembered that I needed to write this fanfic. I came downstairs, and went online. I can admit that it was my fault that I was distracted by Google+ and my email the whole time, but usually my computer doesn't log m off around 9:00. I was aiming to publish this by maybe ten, but it was just like, "The computer will log you off in 15 minutes". YOU KNOW WHAT COMPUTER? YOU COULD GIVE ME AN HOURS NOTICE NEXT TIME, YOU KNOW! I NEED AN HOUR!
I was stressed and had a bad day, so I gave up. Today, was my lazy day. So now I feel like I owe you guys. I'm going to give you this chapter, the second chapter that I owe, and a bonus one that explains my reference in my fifth chapter about John and Sherlock's first kiss.
JUST SO THAT YOU ALL KNOW: I wasn't able to watch the first episode of the new Sherlock series. I'm feeling unhappy about that, but I will soon. Please don't talk to me about spoilers or anything. :D When I see it I'll let you all know, and we can have private conversations about it. It might take a while though…
SO! Sorry for this really long intro. I promise that my last message to you (AT THE END) will me short and straight to the point.
Thanks to all my reviewers, followers and people who have favorite me! I love everyone who has come to view this, and I am thankful that I have so many people who love my writing. Thanks so much you guys! You're the best!
I should probably start saying who I have dedicated this to, because I only did that once.
This is dedicated to RainyDays-and-Daydreams, who has done wonderful work with her JohnLock fan fiction and has inspired me to write one. This is also dedicated to my dear friend Tar0 (That's her online name. I'm not going to say her real one! :P) who talked me into watching Sherlock after the many times that I had heard people talking about it. Thanks so much to you both!
**The Desert-Featuring John Watson and Sherlock Holmes**
"Sherlock….."
Everything was dark. Why was it dark? It was hard for him to remember anything. The only thing he could remember was falling asleep.
"Sherlock."
Why was someone saying his name? It was quite confusing why. He thought that he was in his bed, asleep. It felt as though it was…a bit. Sherlock didn't want John in his room that previous evening, so it couldn't have been him –could it?
"SHERLOCK!"
His eyes jerked open.
….What?
There was no ceiling. There was a blue sky. Blue sky? No clouds. The sky was clear.
And there was sand. Endless sand and rocks, with a couple of cacti hanging around. This definitely wasn't his room.
John was sitting beside him, peering down at his face worriedly. "Sherlock?"
Sherlock turned on his side, blinking his eyes to try to adjust to the light. "What?" John widened his eyes. "Do you not see your surroundings?" Sherlock was very relaxed. He was just waking up, so nothing quite mattered to him. "Mmm. Yes, John. I'm not blind."
Sherlock flopped back down in exhaustion, deciding that he was going to go back asleep. When John noticed this, he shook him. "Sherlock!" He cried. "SHERLOCK!" Sherlock opened his eyes and sat up immediately. "HONESTLY, JOHN. WOULD YOU SHUT-UP?!" John wasn't in a good position to do so. They were in the desert. It wouldn't be necessary NOT to be worried.
"NO! DO YOU NOT SEE WHERE WE ARE SHERLOCK?! THE DESERT! WE ARE IN THE FUCKING DESERT! NOT IN OUR FLAT! DOES THAT NOT CONCERN YOU?!"
Sherlock fiddled with the sand. "Sorry. My mind doesn't always function after sleeping." He stands up, taking in his surroundings more. But everything is deserted. He can't trace any signs of people being here at all. There is nothing for him to work with. That's a problem.
John stands up too, looking at Sherlock worriedly. "Anything?"
Sherlock looks at John. "…No."
John sighs. Crap. In the desert, and not much of a way to get out. They don't even know how they got there.
"Do you think this could be...?"
"Mycroft? Possibly. But I'm not sure. Why John?! Why am I not sure?!" John hardens. "It's the desert, Sherlock. It's not like I'm expecting that you will know how we got here. The wind covers up tracks. There is no way of finding out anything."
"Which is why this is so stressing."
John cocks his head. "That means that we should try to find civilization?" Sherlock nods.
They start on their journey. It's a long one. Sand, sand, and more sand. A couple rocks, but mostly sand. It's also really hot. They had to take off a majority of their clothing, leaving it behind so that they had a lighter load to carry. They soon realized that the nights were cold and the days were hot, so they spent the nights sleeping pressed up against each other for warmth, and because they loved each other. Sherlock would wrap his arms around John, and John would bury his head into Sherlock's chest. Those nights were the best, considering that they were in the desert.
They survived on Cactus Juice and cactus meat. It was hard, but it was the only food that they could find. They had to eat or they would die.
It took two weeks for them to find any sign of other life. At that point, they were on the bridge of collapsing of exhaustion. They had found civilization, finally.
When they reached a road, they both looked at each other in delight.
"We did it." John said, gazing into Sherlock's eyes. Their mouths were extremely dry. There was a river nearby the road, and many trees. Green. It had been a long time since they had seen green.
"Yes. Yes we did." Sherlock was looking down into John's eyes, which were gleaming with hunger to kiss Sherlock.
They stood there for a couple of seconds, only looking into each other's' eyes. It was the longest journey either of them had ever been on, and the longest time they had ever gone from kissing each other. They had wanted it badly.
Suddenly their lips were on each others, pressing hard. Both of their mouths were extremely dry from the lack of water, but they didn't care about how dry each othwrs lips were. It didn't matter. John wrapped his hands around Sherlock's neck, pressing closer to him. Sherlock had his hands around John's waist, and pulled him in closer. It had been a long time since this had happened. It was long over due.
It was the longest kiss they had ever had. They longed for a kiss for two weeks, so this was their reward.
There was an engine heard from up ahead. A small figure appeared in the distance. A car. There was a car coming down the road.
John and Sherlock broke away from the kiss and headed to the side of the road as the car neared closer. It was a black car that was very well taken care of. As soon as it came close enough for them to actually see it well, they could tell whose car it was. It was the car that usually carried John when Mycroft wished to speak to him.
"No..." John said incredulously. It was Mycroft. How else woukd he have known that they were out in the desert? There aren't any cameras in the desert, right?
The driver got out of the front seat and opened the door for John and Sherlock to get in.
At first, Sherlock refused. He wanted nothing to do with his brother. John asked Sherlock a couple of times to get in the car, and tried to convince him. But since it wasn't working, nhe had to force Sherlock to get in the car. He pushed and shoved him, eventually getting him to go in with a bruised cheek and a bit of blood coming out his nose.
"Sorry, Sherlock." John said as he looked through the window. Sherlock didn't respond. His curly haired head was on john's shoulder, and he was fast asleep.
**I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKED THIS! GAH! MY COMOUTER LOGGED ME OFF AGAIN TODAY AND I AM SO FUCKING PISSED! I SERIOUSLY CAN'T POST ANOTHER FANFIC UNTIL TOMORROW, SO I'LL TRY TO POST IN THE MORNING! HFJPRPHFOJEW I AM SO MAD! Please leave reviews and suggestions for tomorrows challenge! I'm so sorry! Blame my dad! :P Or blame me...your choice.