Holy crap…It's been a year…A YEEEEAAARR!1! Well I am alive and kicking apparently…I have updated again, and will likely be updating more frequently because I want to get my writing skills back under control…Anyway I'm so sorry it took this long, here have a ficlet.

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Holding Cell Honeymoon

"I cannot believe this."


"No. I simply cannot believe you have landed us here, in a holding cell, in New York, in the middle of the night."

"It's technically not all my fault John, the man had a gun and obviously he was going to murder his date, didn't you see his-"

"WE'RE ON OUR HONEYMOON, SHERLOCK!" John stood up and whirled around to glare at his husband with murder in his eyes.

Sherlock looked him up and down, he honestly looked like crap. His blonde hair was disheveled, there was dirt on his face, his suit was a wreck, and he had one shoe missing.
"Can't you turn off you're detective mode for even a little bit? Honestly we got married three bloody days ago." He kicked the stool and grimaced, pacing out his angry energy.

Sherlock looked down, brown curls hiding his face. "You know that I cannot."

John threw his hands up in the air and laughed a little hysterically. "I know. I know you can't. I knew you couldn't and I agreed to marry you anyway. Why should I expect any different…"

Sherlock flinched and looked up sharply. "Are you regretting marrying me already?"

John turned to give him a stare that would curdle milk. They stood there glaring at each other for what seemed like ages to them both, before John broke and sighed, sitting next to Sherlock again. "No. I'm not-I would never regret marrying you. I love you."

The tension in Sherlock's shoulders relaxed visibly, and John shook his head. "I just wish we could have a moment to ourselves; no crime, no cases, just you and me having a good time."

Sherlock frowned. "But we do have good times. Don't you remember the wedding was perfectly normal, and last month we went bowling with Lestrade, and then the christmas party of-"

"We don't talk about that."


They were silent for a moment, before John sighed and put his hand on Sherlock's shoulder. "You're right, we do have fun. We're fine, I just; it's our honeymoon and we're in prison."

He gave another nervous laugh, and Sherlock at least had the decency to look abashed. "I'm sorry, John."

John looked at him thoughtfully for a moment, before leaning down and brushing a kiss to his curly head. "I know. You did what you thought was right, and I'm sorry for overreacting. You're alright."

Sherlock sighed and smiled happily. They were in a holding cell on their honeymoon, in a country far from home, but they were together, and that's what mattered to them. They were just fine.

A special thank you to Tumblr User OftheWibblyWobblyTimeyWimeyStuff for the lovely prompt. I know I kinda screwed it up but oh well, I hope you like it anyway.