Sorry this took so long. I had a little (not so little) hiatus and it took a bit to pick this back up.

"Oh." Sherlock said, freezing like a movie put on pause. A chunk of egg fell from his fork as he stared, slack-jawed, into the middle distance. John looked up from his breakfast.

"Sherlock?" John watched his flatmate intently until he felt fairly certain that he was in fact breathing. He had never seen Sherlock have a flash-forward, but he felt that this was probably it.

Almost as suddenly as he stopped, he started again. Sherlock lifted his fork to his mouth, frowned disapprovingly at it's empty state and stabbed at another chunk of egg. "We're going to america."

"Did you… See when?" John was never quite sure of what terminology he should be using when speaking of Sherlock's gifts. He's heard Sherlock use 'See' just as often as 'Read', 'Observe', or just 'Know'. John was beginning to assume that it didn't actually matter what word he used, so long as he remembered to verbally capitalize it. "Because I was rather looking forward to having the whole weekend in."

"Oh, I didn't See it. That was a message." Sherlock munched on a slice of bacon. "He didn't specify a date, just informed me that lives are at stake and I should be on my way as soon as humanly possible."

"So..." John hoped quietly to himself. The burning in his muscles were practically screaming for at least three days of rest. "Monday?"

"Naturally."

John smirked at him over the rim of his teacup. "So is this a thing that happens on a daily basis? Mental messaging?"

Sherlock hummed a negative, scraping the last few remnants of breakfast off his plate with a piece of toast. "Must be an emergency situation. Although, I don't understand why these people don't just text."

John gritted his teeth. "If it's that urgent, then maybe we should-"

The chair creaked as Sherlock stood. "No. I promised you the weekend." He dropped his plate into the sink and quickly rinsed it. "Gods may fall, hell may rise, time itself may stop in it's tracks and turn the other direction. But you will have your weekend."

The world's only consulting detective swept out into the living room, leaving a kiss on John's cheek in his wake.