The Unexpected (A SuperWhoLock Fanfiction)

Six: Boredom

Six: Boredom

Charles stared up at me with anticipation, his tail swaying back and forth. I stared back, holding back a grin as he barked excitedly. In my hand was his favorite football, and his eyes were begging for it to be thrown. I hunched over, patting the ball in my hand, and he bent downward with an eager huff. Charles eye lit up as I pulled back my arm, pivoting on my foot and throwing the football as far as I could. He took off, kicking up sand. I smiled, the ball spiralling through the air a good distance, farther than I had ever managed to throw.

  The ball bounced once and Charles leaped to catchin it in his enormous mouth. I clapped and cheered for him, falling to my knees and opening my arms as he came frolicking back. He slowed his pace to a trot and, when I reached out to take the ball, his growled playfully, unwilling to release the ball. I ripped it from him and threw it quickly, Charles, once again, racing for it.

  We had been at it for nearly an hour, or so it felt. The Doctor was banging around on things, and it was driving everyone crazy. There hadn't been a moment of silence in the last few days, whether it was Sherlock complaining of boredom, or the Doctor, or Dean commenting about how hungry he was. By far, John and Sam seemed to be my most content guests; Sam enjoying the peace and quiet, while John seemed content reading the paper or talking with Sam. 

  I knew it was rather boring, still, with nothing to do but walk the beach or watch television. I thought about trying to get them all involved in a game of some sort, but I wasn't sure as to how that would go over. We were all a little touchy, still, about the situation, and were already playing a waiting game of sorts.

  "Nice arm," Sam complimented.

  I looked over to him as he waltzed over to me, noticing he had abandoned his flannel layer, remaining in a simple t-shirt. I smiled coyly, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear. "Thanks. I've had lot's of practice."

  Charles came back, this time to Sam, his bark muffled from the football in his mouth. Sam bent down, taking it from the Great Dane effortlessly and throwing it high into the sky. I marveled at it's distance, and even Charles struggled to keep up with it's speed. 

  "How's it going in there?" I asked, watching my dog wrestle the ball into the sand.

  "About as well as it can," Sam answered honestly. "Sherlock is getting under Dean's skin, I think. John's been chastising him all morning, it feels like."

  "Sherlock does that when he's bored... There's so much information in that brain of his that, if he isn't doing anything to put it to use, he might be feeling as if he's going to explode."

  Sam laughed, "Sounds about right. I still can't believe it's actually him, though, or, at least, the television version of him. I guess I'm kinda starting to feel what you are. None if it seems real."

  Charles finally came waddling back, dropping the ball as well as himself onto the sand, his tongue hanging out of his mouth as he panted. I bent down and grabbed the water bottle at my feet, unscrewing the cap and holding it in front of the dog's mouth, slowly pouring. He gratefully lapped it up.

  "What about you? How are you doing?"

  I half-shrugged, "Still coming to terms with everything," I looked up at him, squinting from the sunlight causing me to also scrunch my nose. "Like you said, none of this seems real. I'm still feeling like I could wake up at any minute."

  Sam tightened his lips, "It is sort of odd."

  "It is... Doesn't mean I'm not glad to have you," my smile grew, and his lips quirked in response. I straightened my legs, wiping any sand from them. "I do feel badly, though I'm not sure why. Even if I knew I had the ability to take you all away from your homes, I wouldn't dare. It's not right..."