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22. May 2011, A Date For Two + 1 Person
Over two weeks after the first infection
Sherlock was being tipsy, walking up and down in his hideout. Oliver sitting cross-legged on one of the blankets and read another book. He was eating the books like nobody else.
"Sherlock, please, stop moving around like there are bees in your pants!", said Oliver and clapped the book shut.
"I am not moving around, like I had bees in my pants, Oliver. I am thinking and walking while doing so, helps me think. I would use nicotine patches, but we don´t have any and this is one of the best alternatives."
"Okay, so how about you talk to me about it? John told me, that you did that with him when you were still solving cases." That was only three weeks ago, but it seemed like years.
"Yes... okay. I am thinking about John and me. We are in a relationship now, right?" Oliver nodded.
"But we only kissed so far and he always has to work. I never was in a relationship, but normally pairs spend time together, right?" Another nod.
"But we don´t spend time together, we always work and are never really alone. No offence, Oliver."
"Non taken."
"I want to be with him, always, it´s unbearable!", Sherlock said frustrated, "I don´t know what to do, how to react. It´s so confusing! Now I can understand all those writers and poets. Love is so complicated and not logical. I don´t want to do anything wrong..." The tall man ruffled his black locks and sat down in front of Oliver.
"Why don´t you go on a date with him?", asked Oliver with a smile, "You would be alone and Beverly could look after me."
"That is a brilliant idea, Oliver, but what kind of date? I can´t really take John anywhere and it´s not like he hasn´t seen the entire ship before."
"Are you sure?", asked Oliver with a mischievous grin. Sherlock raised on of his eyebrows.
"What are you implying?"
"Come with me.", replied the boy and jumped up.
Sherlock was walking into the kitchen, he needed to ask, if Beverly could look after Oliver for the night.
He found her, already preparing dinner and happily talking with the other women.
"Hello, Beverly.", he greeted her with a slight smile.
"Hello, Sherlock, how can I help you? It´s not dinnertime yet."
"I wanted to ask, if you could look after Oliver for the night... I wanted to go on a date with John." The warm smile on Beverly´s face vanished and she looked a bit guilty.
"Oh, I am sorry, Sherlock, but I can´t, I already promised Miranda to look after her kids." Sherlock bit his lip, damn.
"It´s okay, we will just take Oliver with us.", replied Sherlock, "I hope you have a nice evening." The tall man stalked out of the kitchen. He couldn´t ask anybody else to look after his boy. Lisa didn´t like kids, Sarah was always hanging around with George doing... certain things, Mycroft and Sabrina were navigating the ship and Greg was always going to sleep early, because he always helped other people all the time. He didn´t trust anybody else, so they would really need to take Oliver with them.
"Oliver, change of plan, you will come with us to the dinner.", said Sherlock as he reached the hideout.
"Okay, so Mrs Hudson didn´t have time?"
"Yes."
"It is okay, right? I will not disturb you, will I?", asked Oliver uncertain and Sherlock bend down to pull him into a hug. It was unfamiliar for him, but it was the only way to learn and his instincts told him it was the right thing.
"No, it´s alright. A whole evening with my family."
"A whole evening with your family, Sherlock? How come?", wanted to know a voice from the narrow entrance to the hideout.
"John!", said Sherlock with a brilliant smile on his face, "Oliver and I were talking about our plans for the evening." John climbed up and walked over to Sherlock and Oliver.
"And? What are our plans?"
"Dinner, you, me and Oliver, of course."
"Sounds good and after that?"
"It´s a surprise.", replied Oliver happily.
"A surprise? I see. Then how about we have dinner now and I will find out about that surprise of yours later?" The consulting detective and the boy nodded in unison.
Dinner was nice, nothing grand only bread, cheese and a small steak. Their supplies didn´t allow anything bigger, but it tasted good and nobody complained about it. After all, they could be happy about having food and not running around craving for human flesh.
Dessert were some apples they had found on a blooming plantain, enough vitamins for everybody. They took the apples with them and left the hall to a for John unknown destination.
They walked through the ship and into the the machine rooms above the passenger rooms. They climbed several ladders till they landed in a small room with only enough space for six people. Oliver had spread some blankets on the ground, so they could sit down without getting cold so high up in the air. The room was formed like a dome and the ceiling was made of glass, so you could look at the night sky above with all the shining stars.
Sherlock lit an old oil latern and put it in the middle of the room, so they could sit around it. John was astonished and didn´t find the right words to say.
"Oliver found this place some time ago. He showed it to me this afternoon and I am very happy that he shared it with us. Right?", Sherlock said and ruffled Oliver´s blond locks affectionately.
"It´s... It´s very pretty.", replied John and sat down on one of the blankets, so he could easily watch the night sky pass by. Oliver and Sherlock sat down beside him and together they watched the stars.
Every little twinkling star, shining brightly and maybe... maybe on one of the stars, there was someone or something also looking up to the sky and seeing the stars and thinking the same. The stars with their unique beauty, that not even diamonds could achieve.
"I wish, I still had my violin...", murmured Sherlock with a sad sigh. At night like these, he had always played his violin. It always had felt strange, playing while everybody was asleep and destroying the silence of the night with the soft sound of a serenade wafting to the night sky.
"Me too, I loved it when you played it at nights like these.", said John and surprised Sherlock.
"You heard me play?"
"Yes, I did. When I was suffering from nightmares and woke up, you were sometimes playing your violin with such tenderness and the noise was calming me down again, till I could fall asleep." John smiled at him and Oliver pouted.
"I want to hear you playing too, when I have nightmares!", he said and interlocked his arms in a stubborn gesture. John put his arm around the slender boy and squeezed him.
"You will, I am sure, that Mycroft already stored a violin for Sherlock in the base or maybe we could ask him to raid a music store." The three of them had to laugh about this, as if Mycroft would stop to get a violin for Sherlock.
"Thank you, for bringing me here, you two.", said John fondly and gave Sherlock a chaste kiss on the cheek. Sherlock blushed and Oliver winked at him with a big grin.
They began to stare at the night sky again in silence, when they spotted a shooting star, Sherlock said, even though he doesn´t believe in these things:
"Everybody make a wish! But don´t tell anybody about the wish or it won´t come true!"
I wish everybody to arrive in Greenland safely, wished John.
I wish for a violin for Sherlock, so he can play it, when I have nightmares, wished Oliver.
I wish for nothing more, than John and Oliver to be safe in the future and that I can stay with them for a very long time, wished Sherlock.
The three of them smiled contently and hoped for their wished to come true.