'This train will be calling at Maidstone East, Otford, Chislehurst, and London Bridge.'

Sherlock and John had spent the majority of the day attempting to solve a case which needed a lot of legwork. Legwork that unfortunately consisted of chasing the culprit down every alleyway physically possible, and even some that looked almost impossible. Needless to say, they were both rather worn out.

Sherlock was slouched in his seat with his legs stretched out in front of him.

"John."

John hated train journeys, especially when Sherlock was with him, he could be such a nuisance.

He looked up from his book and down at Sherlock who was in the seat next to him.

"What, Sherlock?"

"Bored."

"Read the newspaper."

Sherlock proceeded to reach for the newspaper that was on the chair opposite him as John continued reading his book.
After flicking through the newspaper for about a minute, Sherlock threw it back on the seat.

"John."

John put his book down on his lap a little more forcefully and looked at Sherlock.

"What now?"

"Annoyed."

"Why?"

"All the puzzles were already completed."

"You know that newspapers have these magical things called articles in them. Some people even read them!"

"Shut up John."

John lifted his book up again and traced his finger over the page as if to remember where he had read up to.

"John."

John slammed his book shut and gritted his teeth together.

"What. Is. It. Now. Sherlock?"

"Tired."

Sherlock carefully moved his head to rest on John's shoulder and nuzzled his hair into John's neck until he was comfortable. John relaxed his shoulders and jaw, and placed his book to one side.

"Sherlock."

"Mhm?"

"Happy."

"Don't ruin the moment, John."

John smiled and placed his head on Sherlock's.

He decided that train journeys weren't that bad after all.