Snoring...

It was a rather dreary morning,  dark gray clouds littering the sky and promising a forecast of rain later on in the evening. A chilling wind whipped through the fields outside jarring the carriage as it wobbled along the dirt path, it's occupants stretched out lazily upon it's soft seats. They had been traveling for quite some time now. Each baring the burden of this week's latest adventures in the form of a few bruises and minors cuts. It would be some time before they arrived back in London, some time before he departed from the frustrating dark haired man who was softly snoring just opposite of him and returned to the warm and awaiting arms of his wife.

"You're doing it again…" John Watson muttered as he continued to gaze at the ceiling, pressing his lips together as he did so. Perhaps he had wished that his companion would stir without much prodding and cease the awful action that was keeping him from his own rest. He had no such luck. Then again why should he expect anything less than this? Sherlock hardly ever made things easy for him. Sometimes he couldn't help but wonder if man was doing it on purpose or he was simply that self-involved.

He sighed again, forcing himself to set up and take hold of his black ivory cane. It had been something of a gift from his old army days, something to remind him of what use to be and what was lost. Ironic really considering he had no trouble remembering it. All of it. If anything he wished to lock all of it away, bury it deep within his memory forever. But he couldn't bring himself to get rid of the damn cane.

"Sherlock!"

The cane tapped lightly upon the other man, poking him slightly in his side until her stir with a complaining groan. His eyes narrowed fixing John with a glare and what could only be described as a semi pout. Sherlock made no attempt to sit himself straight or even rise at all.

"I do hope you have a good reason for waking me, Watson…I was in the middle of a very important dream. I had almost solved the Case of the Queen's missing jewelry when you started prodding me…"

"You were snoring."

"I beg your pardon…"

"You were snoring. Again, Sherlock. Honestly, you should be glad you don't have a wife…"

"Now, Now, Watson. I did warn you about Mary…"

"What? No…I meant…just forget I said anything."

Sherlock wiggled his shoulders, settling back down and once more closing his eyes. The smirk tugging on the corner of the other man's lips however did not escape John's attention. He whacked him again with the cane for good measure before settling himself back down closing his own eyes ignoring the death glare he was now receiving. At least the snoring had stopped.