Disclaimer: I don't own Sherlock, that belongs to Sir Arthur Conan Doyle and the BBC. Any recognizable characters are not mine. No copyright infringement is intended by the publication of these drabbles.

Okay, this is my first drabble. It might not make any sense to how it is related to Sherlock, but some of you might get it. Anyways, I literally thought this up half awake in the middle of the night. I don't think there are any spoilers. If there are, then you wouldn't get it unless you've seen the series anyways, sooo…

I hope you enjoy.


I'm one of the ones who make holes. I create them. It has always been so fun, so pleasing, to watch them try to make something of it.

I always got a thrill when the one would show up, and remove the holes. The others would watch in awe as one by one he figured them out.

One day, he never showed up again. I continued to dig my holes, and no one would figure them out.

It was then that I realized, it wasn't so much fun to dig holes, when there was no one to fill them in.

There it is. Please review. *burst into tears * Please! PLEASE! I'm begging you! Review! *stops crying * alright, now that the begging part is over- really hoped you liked it. I'll try to update soon.