Sherlock hated the outside, but she had told him this was where they would meet next and pollen be damned he met her with a picnic basket in hand, dressed like he was going to Scotland Yard.

The Time Lord scowled at him, gave Amy a hug goodbye and was gone with a merry little vworp.

She looked fantastic, really, a smile on her face and her eyes bright she embraced him and they set about finding a spot to dine.

"I hope you know how much I loathe the outside." He stated, eyeing the grass with a distrustful glare.

"I wouldn't allow you to picnic in a lab with me." She replied, taking his free hand and smiling all the while. "You look nice today, it's like someone kidnapped you from an office and dropped you in the middle of the countryside."

He gave her a dark look, inspecting her and finding nothing to be used as ammunition as she was perfectly dressed. "I don't have much outerwear save for my jacket and scarf, it's much too hot out for those anyways." He sniffed.

"It's always nice to see how positive you are about life." Amy replied with a toss of her head.

They settled down in a Sherlock-approved area and she began digging through the contents of his basket. "I hope you like everything, I wasn't quite sure what one calls 'picnicking food'." Holmes said, glancing over at her.

"You had John make everything didn't you?" she asked, looking up at him with knowing eyes.

"Cooking is far too trivial for me to waste my time on." He retorted, picking up a John-made sandwich and inspecting it before offering it to her. "I see no problem so long as it's edible."

Amy rolled her eyes and plopped down on her side, resting her head against his shoulder. "How's being a consulting detective?" she queried.

"Not very productive as of recent, it seems that the local sociopaths have been very dormant in regards to their extracurricular activities. I've been incredibly bored as of recent, which means that John and I have been at odds. He was fairly unhappy this morning."

"Why?"

"I was doing an experiment and he discovered one of the variables in the fridge when going to retrieve some jam for toast."

"What was-,"

"A severed head." He stated, pouring some wine in a glass and sipping delicately, his mind whirring away.

"I imagine his patience is tried when living with you." She said offhandedly, ignoring his eyes as she too poured herself some wine.

Three glasses later found them laying down, staring up at the sky as Amelia attempted to explain the workings of time and space to him. Their hands were intertwined as she informed him. "The earth goes round the sun, and so do all the other planets, but that's just one solar system. Our solar system belongs in the milky way which is a huge cluster of solar systems called a galaxy."

Sherlock feigned interest, nodding occasionally.

Five glasses later placed them draped across each other while Holmes slurred through a few interesting cases he'd worked on recently. Amy giggled at the badly delivered jokes he attempted to make and she told him tales from the TARDIS while he frowned at the now empty bottle of wine.

"I grow tired of these visits." He murmured into her forehead, then closed his eyes as he realized how that might be interpreted.

Amy stiffened. "How do you mean?" she asked.

"I mean I grow tired of you leaving me, of the fact that I only see you a few days out of the year. I hate it, and I think that you should consider staying here, in London."

She propped herself up on his chest, looking at him with sad eyes. "I can't."

"But you never tell me why." He complained.

"I could never just be stationary like you… like anyone."

"My life is never stationary Pond," Sherlock replied hotly. "You could be happy."

"It's stationary compared to a jaunt around the universe on a daily basis." Amy murmured. "The Doctor, the TARDIS… I could never leave."

Holmes bristled at the mention of the bowtie wearing buffoon who always gave him the nastiest looks before disappearing back into his police box. "So it's your Doctor is it?"

She frowned. "He is my best friend, don't give me that rubbish. I don't think that you and John are having an affair behind my back."

"It's different."

"I fail to see how."

The two glared at each other, nose to nose, their brows furrowed. Fighting between the two never ended well seeing as both held the same amount of contempt for losing arguments.

Sherlock felt her breath on his face, he never let anyone get close to him except for her and even this was a stretch. He liked his personal space, but something about right now made him yearn to pop his bubble without a second thought.

Amy stared into her detective's eyes, he took her face in her hands and closed the gap with his lips, tasting the wine.

"Pond!" a voice made both of them jump horrendously and they looked to see the Doctor standing a few feet away, his expression that of displeasure. "Come on, we've got to go, got a call from River."

Amy groaned, resting her forehead against Sherlock's. "Can't you go by yourself?"

"Nope, too early in the timeline for that, come along." He insisted.

Holmes got to his feet, pulling her up with him. "Think about my offer," he whispered into her ear as he hugged her goodbye.