Fic: Between the earth and the stars
It must be a good week for me. Yet another fic!
Title: Between the earth and the stars
Author: AnnieVH
Summary: Tell me if you heard this one. John takes Sherlock comping.
Rating: PG.
Genre: crack. Just crack!!
Characters or Pairing: John, Sherlock
Prompts: this one
Warning: none.
Spoilers: for this old joke.
Disclaimer: don't own, just burrow.
Russian version by sherry_holmes .
Spending a weekend amongst mud and nature was not as bad as spending it with severed body parts and crime scenes, and just being out of London noise was relaxing enough. Sherlock had tried to collect numerous insects into their canteens and didn't bother offering help for arming the tent, but so far it was much better than John had anticipated.
After sharing a meal that consisted only of sandwiches and cookies, they retired to their tent.
After a few hours, "John. John!" Sherlock nudged him awake.
"Wh-what? Lemme sleep."
"Now! Look!"
"What?"
"The stars."
John looked up. "Yes?"
"What do you see?"
John rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and answered, quite groggily, "I see a million stars."
"Two million three hundred thousand twenty three visible from this particular point of the earth. But maybe you can't see all of them from there."
"Right..."
"And what do you make of it?"
"Location, location, location."
"Besides that."
"What do you mean?"
Sherlock gave him his best everybody-is-a-moron sigh and suggested. "You people. You fail to perceive the most evident-"
"Good night."
"Alright. Alright. I'll be patient. See here. Look at the stars. They can tell us many things. For example, astronomically? What could you tell me?"
"Well... it tells me there are millions of galaxies and potentially billions of planets staring down at us with potentially billions of alien races wondering just about the same thing about our little planet."
"Astrologically?"
"I didn't know you believed this stuff."
"Of course not, I'm a capricornian! I reject anything that is illogical."
"Either way. It tells me that Saturn is in Leo."
"Philosophically?"
"Well... I'd say... that the universe is so great and beautiful and we are so small and insignificant it's almost depressing."
"Horologically?"
"Uhn..." John consulted his watch. "It's 3 AM."
"Really? You know Saturn is in Leo, but you need a watch to tell me the time."
"I happen to be a Leo."
"And I suppose you'll have an app to tell me we'll have a beautiful day tomorrow if I asked you what can you tell me metereologically."
"It sure wouldn't hurt. Do you need anything else?"
"No. I think we collected enough data. Let me see. Astronomically, you recognized billions of galaxies ad planets with aliens that are likely just as bored. Astrologically you proved to me you actually *do* read the horoscope on the paper-"
"Do not!"
"Philosophically you pointed out how sadly puny humans are. Horologically you proved army training nowadays is good for nothing. And metereologically you proved me nothing because I did all the deducing by watching this vast sky filled with little stars."
"Yes. So?"
"With the data that was collected, John, what do you make of it all?"
John pondered on the question. Then, "Somebody's stolen our tent."
"There you go."
*FIM*
Title: Between the earth and the stars
Author: AnnieVH
Summary: Tell me if you heard this one. John takes Sherlock comping.
Rating: PG.
Genre: crack. Just crack!!
Characters or Pairing: John, Sherlock
Prompts: this one
Warning: none.
Spoilers: for this old joke.
Disclaimer: don't own, just burrow.
Russian version by sherry_holmes .
Spending a weekend amongst mud and nature was not as bad as spending it with severed body parts and crime scenes, and just being out of London noise was relaxing enough. Sherlock had tried to collect numerous insects into their canteens and didn't bother offering help for arming the tent, but so far it was much better than John had anticipated.
After sharing a meal that consisted only of sandwiches and cookies, they retired to their tent.
After a few hours, "John. John!" Sherlock nudged him awake.
"Wh-what? Lemme sleep."
"Now! Look!"
"What?"
"The stars."
John looked up. "Yes?"
"What do you see?"
John rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and answered, quite groggily, "I see a million stars."
"Two million three hundred thousand twenty three visible from this particular point of the earth. But maybe you can't see all of them from there."
"Right..."
"And what do you make of it?"
"Location, location, location."
"Besides that."
"What do you mean?"
Sherlock gave him his best everybody-is-a-moron sigh and suggested. "You people. You fail to perceive the most evident-"
"Good night."
"Alright. Alright. I'll be patient. See here. Look at the stars. They can tell us many things. For example, astronomically? What could you tell me?"
"Well... it tells me there are millions of galaxies and potentially billions of planets staring down at us with potentially billions of alien races wondering just about the same thing about our little planet."
"Astrologically?"
"I didn't know you believed this stuff."
"Of course not, I'm a capricornian! I reject anything that is illogical."
"Either way. It tells me that Saturn is in Leo."
"Philosophically?"
"Well... I'd say... that the universe is so great and beautiful and we are so small and insignificant it's almost depressing."
"Horologically?"
"Uhn..." John consulted his watch. "It's 3 AM."
"Really? You know Saturn is in Leo, but you need a watch to tell me the time."
"I happen to be a Leo."
"And I suppose you'll have an app to tell me we'll have a beautiful day tomorrow if I asked you what can you tell me metereologically."
"It sure wouldn't hurt. Do you need anything else?"
"No. I think we collected enough data. Let me see. Astronomically, you recognized billions of galaxies ad planets with aliens that are likely just as bored. Astrologically you proved to me you actually *do* read the horoscope on the paper-"
"Do not!"
"Philosophically you pointed out how sadly puny humans are. Horologically you proved army training nowadays is good for nothing. And metereologically you proved me nothing because I did all the deducing by watching this vast sky filled with little stars."
"Yes. So?"
"With the data that was collected, John, what do you make of it all?"
John pondered on the question. Then, "Somebody's stolen our tent."
"There you go."
*FIM*