Come get me, wicked fines won't arrest me
Who: John Watson & Sherlock Holmes
Where: Few miles outside of the town on Haven in their camping spot in the hills
When: Friday
Summary: John finally checks the network feed again and freaks out a bit
Rating: John/Sherlock (it's a rating now)
Warnings: John/Sherlock (it's also a warning label)
Sherlock was still in their tent, wound up in blankets and John's jumper. Likely, John knew, he wasn't asleep. He was laying awake, eyes open, thinking about the mysteries of the universe or about the number of bacteria that could fit on eyelashes of all different diametres. John didn't ask, not because he didn't want to know, but because he was more fascinated by the possibility than the actuality. John sat outside, stoking their fire. They'd been out here for a week and five days now, having only gone back to the town twice to scavenge anything else others had not taken. John never knew what he'd need, when.
He was thinking of taking a trip today too. He was almost finished with Sherlock's gift, though he wasn't sure he'd ever find the proper shoes for it. He was still quite excited about the rest, though.
Scratching his chest, John put on their breakfast and picked up his faciliberry.
Two minutes later? Two minutes later and he burst into the tent. "I'm going into town. I'm taking a gun. Where're the shells?"
Where: Few miles outside of the town on Haven in their camping spot in the hills
When: Friday
Summary: John finally checks the network feed again and freaks out a bit
Rating: John/Sherlock (it's a rating now)
Warnings: John/Sherlock (it's also a warning label)
Sherlock was still in their tent, wound up in blankets and John's jumper. Likely, John knew, he wasn't asleep. He was laying awake, eyes open, thinking about the mysteries of the universe or about the number of bacteria that could fit on eyelashes of all different diametres. John didn't ask, not because he didn't want to know, but because he was more fascinated by the possibility than the actuality. John sat outside, stoking their fire. They'd been out here for a week and five days now, having only gone back to the town twice to scavenge anything else others had not taken. John never knew what he'd need, when.
He was thinking of taking a trip today too. He was almost finished with Sherlock's gift, though he wasn't sure he'd ever find the proper shoes for it. He was still quite excited about the rest, though.
Scratching his chest, John put on their breakfast and picked up his faciliberry.
Two minutes later? Two minutes later and he burst into the tent. "I'm going into town. I'm taking a gun. Where're the shells?"