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Just Beachy



You were surprised that you were able to convince Sherlock and John to travel to the US with you.

Even more surprising was the fact that you were able to convince them to go to the beach with you.

Although they certainly didn’t seem prepared for the beach.

“Sherlock,” you said, noting the detective sitting stock-still under the large umbrella. “Why are you still dressed in long sleeves and pants?”

“What else would I be wearing?”

“Uh, shorts and a t-shirt? Just like everybody else?”


“Because it’s almost 90 degrees out here? Fahrenheit.”

“Hm. It is a tad warm.”

“Come on,” you said, tossing a bag to Sherlock. “Go change.”

“What’s this?”

At that moment, John walked up. He’d already changed into a beach-appropriate outfit. Sherlock eyed his friend.

“Is that what you expect me to wear?”

“Just go, Sherlock.”


You and John had pulled out the picnic lunch by the time Sherlock returned. If possible, he looked even more out of place than before.

“You don’t get much sun, do you?” you asked, looking at the long, pale legs sticking out of the checked swim trunks.

“I live in England. What do you think?”

After lunch (and the appropriate amount of digestion time), you stood and headed for the water. John followed you, but Sherlock remained under the umbrella.

“Does he not know how to swim?” you asked as you stepped into the water.

“He does,” John answered. “I think he just feels… odd.”

“He doesn’t like the swim trunks, does he?”

“I doubt it.”

You shrugged. “It could be a lot worse. I could’ve gotten him a speedo.”

You and John bobbed about in the ocean for a while, Sherlock watching from the umbrella. Finally, you stepped out of the water, heading for him.

“Come on, Mr. Vampire. There’s no point in coming to the beach if you’re not going to enjoy the sun.”

“This sun is too bright. Skin damage is likely.”

You pulled a tube of sunscreen out of your bag and slathered it on Sherlock’s face and arms. “You keeping your shirt on?”

“I would prefer it.”

“Great.” You tossed the tube back into the bag and grabbed Sherlock’s hand. “Let’s go!”

You ran into the water, pulling Sherlock behind you. You felt his grip tighten when he got in the waves, the cold shocking him. You continued pulling him until he was about stomach-deep.

“See?” you said, letting go of his hand. “It’s not so bad.”

Sherlock’s lips were pressed tightly. Even though he was wearing sunglasses, you could tell he was glaring at you.

You turned to John. “On a scale from one to ten, how mad do you think–”

Your words were cut short as a wave of water splashed into the back of your head. But it wasn’t a naturally occurring wave.

Turning, you saw the slightest hint of a smile on the detective’s face.

“Oh, you’re in so much trouble, Sherlock.”

You cupped your hands and pushed them forward, splashing the detective in the face. This, of course, started an all-out war between the two of you. John tried to remain neutral, but eventually, you and Sherlock joined forces, drenching the poor doctor.


The three of you sat on your towels, watching the sun set over the water. You’d changed into dry clothes (Sherlock being back in long sleeves) and had picked up some ice cream from the vendor on the pier.

“So, what’d you think of your first beach trip?” you asked the Brits.

“Too bright,” Sherlock said.

You rolled your eyes. “Get used to it, Sherlock. I fully plan on making you experience the ‘American sun’ at least once a year.”

“You mean you plan on returning here? With us?”

You shrugged. “It doesn’t have to be here. It could be East coast, West coast, Midwest, Great Lakes, the Plains… anywhere.”

“The beach is nice,” John said. “But I would like to see the mountains some day.”

“Sounds like a plan to me,” you said, crunching on the last of your ice cream cone.

The real extent of the traffic cone network

To solve the question how Sherlock managed to survive the fall, we put a lot of affort into uncovering the traffic cone’s involvment. (see: finalproblem, barachiki). But I think, we all have underestimated the extent of the network linked to the traffic cone.

When I went to London a few weeks ago, I tried to get involved with people close to the network. I met a lot of people and it took some time to gain their trust. But finally, I got introduced to the head of the network, the master of all fall solutions. And when I discovered, who he was, I immediatly understood that the planning for the Reichenbachfall must have started way back in the 19th century.

This is Mr Brunel. He is a high qualified engineer and was crucial for the development of the London underground system. He hasn’t told me yet, which feature he included in the tunnels and how Sherlock used it to survive the fall…

But Sherlock already gave us the clue, but obviously we didn’t listen carefully enough…

Happy Reichencrack Day! :)

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I really had fun with this one <3



You rolled your suitcase out of your door. The air was dark and cold, not yet touched by the sun. The only sounds were the faint humming coming from a street light that was flickering about 25 feet away from you and the sound of the wheels on your suitcase coming in contact with the bumps in the sidewalk. A car pulled up and you opened the trunk and inserted your suitcase. You hopped into the backseat and greeted your friends. Well, friend and foe.

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