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Railway Line:
The watery, morning sunlight sliced through the scattered clouds, throwing streaks of brightness over the London streets. Many of the citizens of England were still snuggled up in their beds, cocooned in happy thoughts and dreams. The residents of 221B Baker Street would usually have been some of these people however today they were racing around at half past four in the morning.
John Watson, the more organised one in their relationship, was dashing around the flat, checking things off on a long list. If something that was on the list wasn't in one of the numerous cases stacked around the floor of the flat he would try and find it. Usually the item was being used as part of an 'experiment' conducted by his eccentric boyfriend, Sherlock Holmes. So far John had discovered his razors in the fridge, his favourite jumper in a locked cupboard and the cluedo board, also in the fridge.
The shorter man was very used to Sherlock's strange tendencies and accepted them as one of the things that made him love the detective more.
Said detective was lying on the sofa, curled up in his long dressing gown. John was about to demand that his raven haired boyfriend got up and finished packing when he realised that Sherlock was asleep. This was such a rare occurrence for the detective so John, being a good, considerate boyfriend, let Sherlock sleep on.
The ex-army doctor resumed his packing but was more quiet about it, not wanting to wake his beautiful Sherlock. However 10 minutes later he roused the sleeping man by gently stroking his cheek. He was about to lift his hand away when it was caught by his boyfriends pale one.
"Hello, John" rumbled Sherlock in his baritone voice.
"Morning, Sherlock." John said,chuckling. The detective stretched once before standing up and grabbing one of his suitcases.
They said their goodbyes to Mrs Hudson and left 221B, catching a cab to the train station. The can ride passed quickly as both of the tired men watched the London scenery fly past through the tinted windows.
They reached the station and hauled their bags out of the boot of the old,black cab. John payed the cabbie, thanking him for getting them to the station on time. The boyfriends joined hands and walked through the front door,being hit immediately by a blast of freezing air condition.
John grabbed the tickets out of the top of Sherlock's rucksack and dragged the raven-haired detective to the barrier separating the platforms. They were allowed onto the platform and found an excited looking Molly and Greg waiting around the corner for them.
John squeezed Sherlock's hand. "Be nice." He cautioned, knowing that the detective might be rude to Lestrade or Molly without fully meaning it.
Molly greeted the two of them with a smile and pulled a twist of hair out of her face, reaching over to hug John.
Lestrade gave a weak smile and stretched his arm out to shake a tanned hand with John's warm one and Sherlock's pale one.
Molly stepped back, enfolding herself in Greg's strong arms and dropping her smile as she started to speak.
"There was a...um... Mishap with the tickets and uh..."
"Basically, we booked the tickets at the wrong time so now we are here two hours too early." Greg said, smiling apologetically at the scowling detective.
".Idiots!"
"Sherlock..." John said, rubbing circles with his thumb on the back of his partner's hand.
Sherlock huffed loudly but held in the rest of his numerous insults. Instead he passed his time by glaring at the railway line.