This one's a bit defective I'm afraid - It's short. (sorry)
Of Conkers and Crows: Chapter 2
Feeling optimistic, John made his way down Baker Street. He may have just diagnosed the correct cure for Sherlock's boredom, which was, in every sense of the word, a fantastic accomplishment. Before they got to their destination though, the doctor needed to fill his bag with supplies. He rounded the corner and following very ungraceful dancing between passing cars, John entered the Melcombe Street Tesco.
Finally making it out with just five minutes to spare, John was feeling incredibly proud of himself. Not only had he managed not to shout abuse at the self-checkout machine, but he had also managed to find the right items he needed for his and Sherlock's adventure.
Meeting Sherlock exactly twenty minutes after John had left wasn't going to be a problem, as the detective was extremely punctual. John found his friend waiting for him as he crossed the road, dressed and ready in his signature grey wool coat. "Now that I am clearly on board with this little excursion, will you please tell me where we are going?" he asked, as impatient as ever.
Chuckling, John replied with a single "Nope" before hurrying into the station, oyster card in hand. Rolling his eyes, Sherlock reluctantly followed.
After they had descended the stairs, Sherlock paused underneath the overhead signage. "King's Cross? Moorgate? Whitechapel?" thinking aloud, the detective was beginning to doubt his assistant's sanity. "What on earth is so interesting there?"
"Absolutely nothing." John said, as if the answer were as clear as day. Smiling at Sherlock innocently, he walked on.
Stopping at the edge of the platform, just ahead of John, Sherlock examined the place. It was absolutely huge, a beige brick roof encasing the two train lines, the tunnels appearing as solid black walls. A green light showed at the end of the platform, indicating a train had just left.
"Never been here before, have you?" The detective looked at John, who stepped forward in a grand manner, clearly enjoying this. "Figured out where we're going? Or do you need some clues - you know, if you just don't know." Sherlock just shook his head and grinned, don't fret John, for I definitely will know soon. The detective rolled his feet over the uncomfortable little bumps on the platform and stepped forward, eradicating the unnecessary sensation.
"I have enough 'clues', thank you, John, and I would be happy to share them once we're on this… train." Turning to John, Sherlock raised his chin, "It wouldn't happen to be late, would it?"
John raised his eyebrows, surprised at Sherlock for not noticing the din growing louder, vibrating beneath their feet, "'Course not. But, it would happen to be that you're standing way too far over the yellow line." He looked down at Sherlock's feet, smirking. "And, also, it would happen to be that our train is here."
The familiar scraping got louder, and Sherlock turned towards it, the glaring headlights emerging from the void of a tunnel, making him squint. It came to a halt at the end of the platform, the red, white and blue coating standing proud, as if it was showing off. John nodded to Sherlock as rose coloured doors slid open automatically, and the two gentlemen stepped on board.
*no way in heck John's going to the Baker Street tesco, Melcombe is way closer
**oyster cards are basically like credit cards, except they only have value on Tfl buses, RB serices, the Tube, DLR and national rail services within London. They're blue and yellow, and bloody awesome.
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