The American Dream - For pocketwatson

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"The American Dream"
Who: Sherlock and John (pocketwatson )
When: John heeds the words of Sherlock's mother and convinces Sherlock to leave England.  Now in New York, it's time to unleash Sherlock on America!

"Oh fuck you!"

Sherlock has been getting this response a lot today and that's because he's cranky.  Very cranky.  He doesn't like New York.  He doesn't like

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John abandons his purchase for the third time today. He apologizes to the man at the register, who's currently muttering something about pretentious British fags, and John is glad that Sherlock's not there to get into an argument about the proper meaning of fag.

Outside, he just lets out a bit of a sigh. All the excitement he's had his whole life about coming to New York has left him within hours. Sherlock is being petulant and John is miserable. Having lost patience about an hour ago, he gives up.

"Let's just go back to the hotel," he mutters, starting back toward it. There's no point in seeing the city if he's not going to get to enjoy it. He may as well get smashed in the hotel's lounge.

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Sherlo k is not so far gone to realize when he's made a pretty grave mistake. His amusement during the boring moments of such mundane activities as shopping has angered John. Once upon a time, Sherlock would simply be surprised at John's disappointment.

Now, he was really quite aware of the damange it is causing.

"Let's get something to eat. You've been eyeing those horrid hot dog stands."

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"I'm sorry if I have a metabolism," he murmurs, as if feeling like now Sherlock's picking at John's need to eat.

He puts his hands in his pockets, pressing his lips together as he looks at Sherlock. The man seems at least vaguely honest with the suggetion.

"How about we find a cafe or something. Maybe try one of the museums." Because hopefully a museum should hold Sherlock's interest.

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Oh museums. Filled with preteniois people that only pretend to be interested in what they're looking at...

Sherlock notes John's look and immediately agrees. "And we'll try those hot dogs on the way back to the room."

John wants the hot dogs. Sherlock wants John to have them if only so that he'll smile again. John without one, even a grim one, is terrible.

"And ice cream."

Sherlock is trying way too hard.

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Sherlock is planning to do just that. After John is safe. Of course, that's quite counter productive when needs his assistant. Something about this situation seems entirely too dangerous however, more than just the normative sort where death and potential beheading is all that Sherlock needs to plan for.

Political intrigue is always so much more terrifying.

And exciting.

And John will never forgive him.

"Tomorrow," Sherlock compromises. "Likely they will have the room watched for us tonight." And likely tomorrow. No matter.

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"Tomorrow."

John won't be surprised if Sherlock sneaks out while he's asleep. Still, he smiles a little, heading up to their much smaller, new room. He goes to the window and peers out.

"Funny how different it looks from down here, hmm?"

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"That's because you're looking at a different set of buildings." It's not that Sherlock doesn't believe John to be smart, he just likes to be a smart arse himself. Picking on the blond, gently of course, is a small past time of his, though he know John can't help how he is.

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"That's not what I meant," he murmurs. "I meant. Just the feeling and all, when you're not one hundred and two stories above the city. Which, before you say anything, I know it's obviously different."

He makes a face, turning around to look at Sherlock.

"Look, if we're waiting until tomorrow, you're all mine tonight. No complaining about it."

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Disarmed with a kiss! Only John can manage those things and Sherlock marvels at it for a moment before he follows him out to the street again. He enjoys John's mouth everywhere. Jaws, calves, toes... Hm. An experiment for later to detect which feels the best?

Good plan!

Sherlock does not generally follow, but today he's decided to. It will be awhile still until John is in danger again. Excellent. He has time to be sure that all eyelashes are accounted for.

Distraction indeed.

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John will gladly welcome any activity that involves kissing Sherlock. It's his favourite pastime. He loves finding the little spots on Sherlock that no one else knows about.

In the cab, though, heading to Lower Manhattan toward their other hotel, John is also buzzing with a little excitement. He wants to know what great important secret he uncovered. If only they were back in London. He'd be able to dig through his old notes --

"Sherlock." John frowns, turning to his detective. "Why do they have to come after me? I've got all my notes and school books tucked away in my bedroom closet - Surely they know about that?" Then again, his notes are vague at best, but masterminds ought to be able to figure them out. "You don't think they've looked, do you? What if something's happened to Mrs. Hudson? We should call her."

But ... No, that wouldn't make sense, either, would it? If Mrs. Holmes knows about it, then obviously nothing could touch his notes or 221B or Mrs. Hudson. He'll call her anyway.

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"Did you keep your notes? Hm. You seem more Spartan. Well it's not the first time I've been wrong about minute details."

He pauses, which would have been fine if he was in front of John, but alas, off he goes, no mention that he's turned the corner rather than headed towards the curb. He needs a phone, a pay phone. His own won't do.

Deciding to leave the thoughts of what sort of biological samples can be found on the receiver when he locates a phone half a block away, Sherlock places a collect call to Lestrade. At home. The mathematics of time differences show that this is where he'll be.

"Yes, hello. Right. Greyson-- No, listen. Mind clearing out my landlady? Send her on a trip. And you'll take looking after the dog. Oh, don't argue."

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John doesn't realize that Sherlock has veered off until the last minute. He sighs, deciding Sherlock's a Big Boy and can find his own way home. John doesn't exactly feel comfortable standing on the street on waiting, so he goes to their hotel room on his own. But it's not until he's inside, by himself, that he starts to feel ... Unsettled.

He's tried hard not to give into the theory, but, alone, knowing that there are people who can easily find him if they wanted to, it's not so easy. He locks the door and puts the chain on. He'll watch telly until Sherlock gets back.