Water, water...

[drpsychosomatic]

Who| John and Sherlock
What| John's near-death experience with piranhas
Where| Adventureland
When| Backdated before the fireworks
Warnings/Notes| UST Bromance Piranhas.

They needed water. To that end, John was lugging one of the large, empty candy jars from the gift shop they'd broken into on Main street as they made their way towards Adventureland, where Sherlock assured him there would be plenty. They'd probably need to sterilise it as best they could, which John assumed would be easy enough as long as they could start a fire- but with his military survival training and Sherlock's own expertise both in chemisty and hell-raising, he wasn't too worried about that.

"Are you sure it won't crack?" he asked, tapping his fingertips on the glass as they walked, "Or is that a stupid question to ask a chemist?" 

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[drpsychosomatic]

John didn't need to be asked twice, his confusion quickly forgotten as he focused instead on the much less complicated demand. He pulled Sherlock's tunic on as quickly as he could, shifting a little closer to the fire.
"At least no-one seems to be coming," he said, glancing up. "Not yet, anyway."

[alldeduction]

"Not yet," Sherlock agreed as he stepped down to the water's edge and collected some of the piranhas. It had been long enough that all of them were well and truly dead.

He brought them back, cast them down next to the fire, and crouched down to check on John. He was fine. Or, at least as well as he could be expected to be. Sherlock let out a long breath.

"... Not yet."