\u201cCan I tell you a secret?\u201d Sherlock\u2019s voice was loud in the suffocating darkness. They\u2019d been trapped in this cupboard for what felt like hours. They\u2019d dove into it for cover from a late janitor, only to find it locked behind them. Sherlock\u2019s mobile was dead and John had forgotten his.<\/p>\n
\u201cOf course,\u201d said John, blindly taking his hand and finding it cold to the touch.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ve never been overly fond of the dark.\u201d The normally commanding voice sounded tiny. \u201cWhen I was a boy I accidentally got locked in the cellar. Mycroft noticed I was missing.\u201d He sounded put out, that Mycroft would rescue him, even then.<\/p>\n
John squeezed his hand again, shifting in the tight space. His knee ached. \u201cI\u2019ve never seen stars like in Afghanistan,\u201d he said quietly. It would light up the sky. Don\u2019t get so many stars in London.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThey are there, if you look,\u201d said Sherlock.<\/p>\n
John chuckles softly. \u201cI know astronomy isn\u2019t your strongest skill.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sherlock huffed and moved a little closer though they were already nearly on top of one another. \u201cTell me about the stars?\u201d he asked.<\/p>\n
Racking his brain, John told him everything he could think of until he felt Sherlock\u2019s head drop onto his shoulder, breath slow. the git had fallen asleep. John put an arm around him; soldiers could sleep anywhere.<\/p>\n
They were awakened by Lestrade\u2019s voice. Sherlock didn\u2019t seem quite awake yet, so John rapped on the door until it swung open to the Inspector\u2019s worried face. He offered a hand up and John took it, limping slightly as he moved to the side.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe GPS in my mobile,\u201d said Sherlock.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re welcome,\u201d groused Lestrade.<\/p>\n
Sherlock reached into his coat and pulled out some paper. \u201cThis is what we needed.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
\u201cCan I tell you a secret?\u201d Sherlock\u2019s voice was loud in the suffocating darkness. They\u2019d been trapped in this cupboard for what felt like hours. They\u2019d dove into it for cover from a late janitor, only to find it locked behind them. Sherlock\u2019s mobile was dead and John had forgotten his. \u201cOf course,\u201d said John, … <\/p>\n