John saw Sherlock fall asleep. Sherlock's head was leaning on John's shoulder. John smiled and closed his eyes. He never wanted this moment to end. But of course, it did. A kid behind them kept kicking John and Sherlock's seats. Sherlock and John woke up together. When they both realized how they were sleeping, leaning on each other almost romantically, they both moved away from each other, cleared their throats, and looked away as if nothing happened.

The boy continued to kick the back of their seats. Sherlock frowned. John turned around.

"Stop kicking our seats, please," John said through gritted teeth.

"Why should I?" The boy asked with a snicker.

"Because I'll cut off your thumbs and use them as experiments," Sherlock said; taking his bag of thumbs out of his coat pocket and held it up for the boy to see. "And I believe you need those thumbs still, am I correct?"

The boy stared at Sherlock in horror and nodded quickly.

"Glad we could make an agreement," Sherlock smiled at the boy and turned back around, tucking the bag back into his pocket.

He turned to look at John, who was looking at him with a startled expression.

"What the bloody hell was that?" He hissed.

"That was me getting that boy to stop kicking our seats. And this is me saying, 'You're most welcome, my dear Mr. Watson.'" Sherlock gave a little bow.

"Doctor," John corrected.

"Same thing," Sherlock replied.

John rolled his eyes and turned his attention away from his flatmate, who had pulled the bag of thumbs back out and was now examining them.

"Why did you bring those onto the plane?" John grumbled.

"For my own entertainment," Sherlock said, looking into the bag. "They are starting to defrost though, which could be a potentially interesting and bad situation."

A flight attendant was passing by and Sherlock stopped her.

"Excuse me... Jane," Sherlock began, quickly glancing at her name tag.

"Yes, sir?" She smiled sweetly at him, her brown eyes twinkling.

"Would you mind taking these and putting them in a freezer or somewhere cold?" He asked, handing her the bag of thumbs.

She stared at the bag in disgust and shock.

"Thank you." Sherlock gave her a charming smile before sending her away.

John watched as Jane went towards the captain's quarters upfront, looking horrified at what she was asked to do.

"What the bloody hell was that for, Sherlock? She was terrified!" John yelled.

"What? You wouldn't want the thumbs to defrost, would you?" Sherlock replied with a smile. John scowled.