A/N: Hi! I'm back from momentary vacation whilst I did NaNoWriMo, so now I've returned to Fanfiction. This is a series of Drabbles and one-three shots. Could be any length.

This is my first attempt at Sherlock writing, without the aid of my friend, so please be gentle! This is the first one, a little 100 worder to keep you all sweet. More soon.

Disclaimer: I'm sorry that Sherlock and Watson – and all others – belongs to The Moffinator, The Godtiss, and Mr Conan Doyle. But still, at least they look after them both, because I would just keep cuddling them.

"I can't do it." Sherlock complained.

"Yes you can Sherlock. Just focus." John told him.

"It isn't important to me. I don't need it, and I don't get it."

"Sherlock-" John was interrupted by Sherlock letting his head hit the desk in front of him with an exasperated groan.

"Not possible to Comprehend." He murmured, words muffled by his position.

"Are you giving up?" John asked, amazed.

"Yes. Yes… I'm giving up! You win!" Sherlock declared, sitting up and crossing his arms. "You finally understand something I don't." He pouted stubbornly.

"Sherlock. It's simple. We're three planets from the sun."