A/N: Another little request, sorry it's not exactly what you asked for but I hope you like it all the same and that it reaches you before you go away :)

Rapunzel The Second

"SHERLOCK!" John bellowed from his place at the foot of a, tremendously inconvenient, doorless tower "I AM NOT BRINGING YOU ANYTHING TO MAKE A DAMN ROPE OUT OF! STOP BEING SUCH A GREAT GIT AND JUST CUT OFF YOUR IRRATIONALLY LONG HAIR! YOU ARE BEING RIDICULOUS!"

John looked expectantly up at Sherlock who glared just as stubbornly down at him.

John rolled his eyes, there was nothing for it.

Muttering mutinously about having to climb various towers and greenery because his flatmate was a vain idiot, John began to haul his way up Sherlock's hanging hair.

Up in the tower Sherlock was examining his options. Sure he could make John do what he wanted but his hair was getting to be a tad illogical, especially in the outside world, and Sherlock never did anything if not a logical choice. So, after considering his options, Sherlock lopped off his hair with no regrets.

John, however, had slightly more regrets, having been halfway up the damn tower when Sherlock had pulled the ultimate of dick moves and actually listened to him which had the unfortunate side effect of John plummeting to his death.

Sherlock froze, hearing a fading John-like yell, before rushing to the window to look for him, but his, possibly pancaked, doctor was impossible to spot him from this distance.

Enough of the hair remained clinging to the hook that Sherlock was able to shimmy his way ungracefully down

Sherlock wasn't a fan of colloquial language, not even in his thoughts, but he couldn't help but note that hair is an absolute bitch to climb.

Perhaps not very scientific but accurate.

When he finally reached John, and fished him out of the thorns, thankfully alive, he was disturbed by the man's scratched eyes… and the extreme unlikelihood of becoming blind via conveniently placed brambles.

Seriously, there was barely a scratch on John except for his eyes, was this planned? Possibly. He'd blame Mycroft later.

John seemed to be coming to and disorientedly mumbled something.

Sherlock leaned closer in order to hear only to be punched solidly in the face.

"That was for trying to kill me!" John hissed irritably, sitting up and ineffectively brushing the thorns from his clothes.

"You don't seem very distressed for someone recently blind" Sherlock said, rubbing his face absentmindedly noting, smugly, that even blinded, John avoided his nose and teeth.

"That's because I think I remember how to fix it you berk." John growled "I know the story, let me think."

Sherlock restrained himself from asking how long that might take considering he didn't have all day for the gears to slowly turn in John's funny little brain.

"Oh I got it!" John exclaimed enthusiastically not a moment later, before his eyebrows narrowed and his face flushed.

"What is it" Sherlock snapped, not as impatiently as he'd have liked.

John looked in Sherlock's general vicinity before saying gravely "you have to cry into my eyes."

Sherlock looked down, staring, at John and John turned his head towards Sherlock, both of their expressions unreadable, before they both burst out laughing.

"That is the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard of!" Sherlock snorted.

"Yeah, we'll probably have to go to plan B on that one" John said with a giggle.

Sherlock moved closer to John "let me look at you" he said, taking the doctor's face and examining his eyes "you'll be fine." He said dismissively, letting go of John and standing up "couple of eyedrops at the best." He added with a smug grin.

Sherlock helped John to his feet before heading off into the forest to find a doctor in the middle of this godforsaken forest.

Right before the tower disappeared from sight, Sherlock could be heard complaining to John "I thought falling off of high things was my thing John." His tone was almost considered light had he not added, almost sternly, "You are never to do it again…"

A/N: Since the next review will bring me up to my one hundredth (thank you all so much I love you), making this, by far my most reviewed story, I'd like to give the one hundredth reviewer (the first one to review after this chapter) the opportunity to request any fairy tale (or close enough) for me to write (including the ones I've already written), you can include character assignments or other little ideas but I can't promise to stick to it (I'm honestly hopeless). Sorry for the ramble but thank you all so much for reading, favouriting, alerting and reviewing, you're all brilliant! :)