After New Year's we only had one more day of the holiday left. I was actually going to miss the Holmes' estate.
There was an actual chance that I'd never see any of them again (with the exception of maybe Mycroft), so it was natural to feel some sort of sentiment. Don't get me wrong, I hated how they treated Sherlock. I just liked being here with Sherlock and not having to worry about other people hurting him physically, or yelling at him and calling him names like at school. I liked having Sherlock to myself, and having most of his attention. It was nice.
As I packed my bags, I noticed all my clothes had already been washed. It was probably Sherlock's maids who were actually quite fond of the two of us. I smiled and packed up all my things while Sherlock waited outside. I noticed the microscope I got him is no where to be found, along with the test tube. I furrowed my eyebrow and shrugged. Maybe he just didn't want them.
I walked out to the car where Sherlock had been waiting, once again with his blue scarf and long jacket. I smiled at the familiar look and put my duffle in the trunk with another smaller bag. I looked at it curiously and sneaked a peek inside. There lied the microscope and the test tube, wrapped up carefully so neither would break on the way there. I smiled and closed the bag and the trunk and slid in the car next to Sherlock.
When we (finally) got on the plane, we sat next to each other, Sherlock by the window, looking outside. I put on a small smile and sat down, then drummed my fingers on my leg. When we were to fasten our seat belts, we did, then Sherlock reached over and laced his fingers with mine, still looking out the window.
This should be and easy ride. I yawned and leaned back against the back of the seat, feeling oddly tired after getting up early at 4am to catch the damn plane.
Sherlock POV
John seemed to have reacted well to both kisses, the sight of my naked torso, and the hand holding. He also openly said we could end up together if things keep up like this. I smiled to myself as I analyzed how the holiday went.
I suddenly felt an object fall onto my shoulder. My head snapped over to find John's head on my shoulder, him sleeping peacefully, and snoring very, very quietly. I smiled and felt a wave of exhaustion hit me. Damn human needs…
When I woke up, the plane ride was over and my head was laid on top of John's. As I moved my head back to being straight, I heard a crack from my neck, feeling very stiff from sleeping at such an odd position. I looked down at sleeping John, very innocent and very cute, and unfortunately woke him up.
"John, the ride's over." I smiled tiredly at him. He rubbed his also stiff neck and got up slowly, still tired. I grabbed his bag and mine from bag check and carried it for him as he shuffled behind me, mumbling something about how 'You didn't have to do that for me, Sherlock' and yawning.
I carried them to the car and put them in the trunk. I slid into the seat next to John and noticed him start to doze off again. I slid closer and laid his head on my shoulder again at a more comfortable angle. I noticed about halfway through the ride that John had wrapped an arm around my arm and was cuddling with it. I chuckled at his childishness and woke him up when we started down the driveway to the school.
For once, I wish I were still on holiday, back at home. Except John had to be there.
He woke up slowly, detaching himself from me, embarrassed. I looked out the window as we pulled up to the drop-off area. I strode back to the trunk and picked up John's duffel and my bag and walked inside, John following behind, much more awake now.
"Sherlock, you don't have to carry that for me, I'm perfectly capable to do it myself."
I sighed. Too much protesting to my kind gesture. "Fine." I shrugged then gave him his bag.
"Look, boys! The freak's back from his holiday!" Shouted an obnoxious voice. Anderson. I heard foot steps behind me, as if he were approaching me until I heard quicker ones and I turned around.
Jim Moriarty and Sebastian Moran had intercepted Anderson and his friends. I swallowed thickly then grabbed John's arm, pulling him along quicker, now basically running back to 221B.
"John, move quicker." I hissed at him. He gave me a look.
"Sherlock, not all of us have amazingly long legs." He retorted as we passed through the doorway to 221B. I closed the door quickly and locked it. I sighed with relief.
"What was that all about?" John asked quickly. I looked up at him hesitantly.
"Nothing. I'm just….very excited to be back in our little home" I said with a quick smile.
Moriarty cannot ruin my plans with John. He just can't. It's not going to happen.
I won't let it happen. I heard a knock on the door and turned around quickly, staring at the door. I heard John begin to walk over to open it but I stopped him, putting my hand on his firm chest. I looked at him with a look that just screamed 'DON'T' and waited.
"Sherlock~! Don't hide from me, Sherly!" Jim called from the other side of the door in his sing-song voice. I swallowed thickly again and looked over at John for reassurance.
"I gave you my number. You never called." He said, slightly less cheerful. This was going to get interesting.