Nothing is mine.
Big fat lazy bees buzzed and floated outside. They danced around a cheerful Sherlock who spoke to them quietly. John stood at the window, mug in hand, watching his retired consulting detective.
John was apprehensive when they retired to the countryside. Sherlock had resisted every step until John was seriously injured while chasing another criminal. John couldn't shake the look on Sherlock's face as he hovered about his beloved.
"I'll retire, John. I swear. Please don't leave me."
John finally relaxed when the bees arrived, easing Sherlock's frenetic mind.
They'd be all right. They were always going to be all right.
Thank you for reading.