"Open your eyes."

I felt like I was floating, which is very strange, since I feel like I'm underwater, but there is no water around me. I kept my eyes closed tightly.

"It's okay, Sherlock. Open your eyes." A reassuring voice echoed in my ear. It was John.

I opened my eyes. I'm floating in..space. But that doesn't make sense. I can breathe. In space. Am I hallucinating? That is just...physically impossible. The thought of breathing in space, yes, in vacuum, was very impossible. It just sounds very wrong. I looked around and saw John floating by, the stars shined around us.

"I'm dreaming."

John laughed softly. Giddy little child. "No, you're not." smiled John.

"Why – how can we breathe in outer space? That is utterly ridiculous." I replied.

"We're in the part of the universe with abundant oxygen." He stated.

"Never heard of that theory before," I retorted. "How did we even get here?"

"Me." He replied.

This is the least expected outcome of living with a so-called army doctor. "Are you even human?" I asked. He shook his head. Suddenly, he spun round and round, creating an illuminated force orbit around him. It looked majestic.

"I should have known..." I said. "That you're actually a being from another galaxy who spreads peace and tranquillity throughout the universe. A rebellious one, actually."

He managed to contain the force in his hands. "I'm surprised that you didn't tell me that a bit earlier." He chuckled. "I hated that planet."

Then I realised. He might be evil. He might have tricked me.

"S-Stay away f-from me." I said through gritted teeth. I tried to float away from him..no, it.

"It's fine, Sherlock. I mean you no harm..." He puts his hands behind his back, and flew towards me. "Or do I, hmm?" He chuckled darkly.

I know what you're thinking about.

It's him. He can read minds.

"I can cut off your oxygen supply faster than you scream for help." He whispered harshly. He grabbed me by the collar.

I knew it.

Well. Maybe not. He kissed me softly on the cheek.

You actually think I would hurt you?

I hugged him, with a feeling of content and happiness...I wish he didn't let go.

"Hey, Sherlock?" He smiled.

"Yes?"

A current of electric shock run through my body.

I'm such a brat, am I not, Mr. Holmes?

I woke up, panting.

"Christ, John. Why are you staring at me like that? Do you do that when I sleep!?" I exclaimed.

He giggled like a kid. Giddy little child.