"Sherlock... What are you doing?" Question John, peaking his head out of his tiny house to see Sherlock messing with things.
"Apologising."
John scoffed and shook his head. "You really don't have to."
"But I must."
"And how will you do it?"
"I'm taking you somewhere."
"Oh?" John asked, raising and eyebrow. "Where?"
"Not going to tell you."
"Jerk." John muttered, turning around and sitting back in his favourite little chair.
"Heard you."
"You were supposed to."
LATER IN THE EVENING"JAWN!" Sherlock shouted, looking through Johns little door.
"WHAT?" He shouted back, as loudly as his little voice could yell.
"COME ON, WERE LEAVING."
John grabbed his suitcase that Sherlock had told him to pack and ran out of the house, accidentally bumping into Sherlocks nose.
"Owwww." John groaned, rubbing his little forehead.
Sherlock laughed and picked John up, despite the fact that John hated being picked-up.
"Why do I need a suitcase?" John asked, hoping to get answers.
"Because you'll need them."
"UGH!" John pouted, crossing his arms and looking away.
Sherlock laughed and began walking out the door to the waiting cab.'I wonder where Sherlocks taking me.'
[sorry it's short! I don't know what to write about -cries-]
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A tiny love [Johnlock romance & PocketLock]
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