Authors Note: Hello everyone! This is my first ever fanfic so thank you for reading. Please review and do whatever it is you would like. Thank you, I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. Sherlock belongs to it's original owners and creators.

A ray of gold shone down through the lush canopy of green, lights dancing across the slowly flowing water like dainty fairies, as hard footsteps tapped against the rotting wood. Dew dropped off the shimmering leaves creating small puddles on the ground as the sound of beautiful bird songs broke the lighthearted silence. Two men walked, side by side, in silence across a decrepit, wooden walkway, deep in the heart of Devon.

The shorter man with sandy hair hummed quietly to himself as he trundled along the peaceful path, smile plastered to his face, his jumper covered the top of ragged denim jeans. However, next to him strolled a tall man with raven black curls bouncing atop his stern features, he wore an elegant aubergine shirt complete with suit trousers, covered mainly by a long sweeping black coat. He glared accusingly at the gleeful character accompanying him as the continuous sound bore into his aching head. Oblivious, the ex-army doctor turned blogger continued his obnoxious song much to the displeasure of the consulting detective.

"John…" The shorter man turned to Sherlock as he rubbed the bridge of his nose in annoyance "Please do be quiet, I'm thinking" John rolled his eyes and moved to stand in front of his gloomy companion.

"Come on Sherlock, the case is closed, you solved it all. Take some time to relax and enjoy nature!" John grinned at him signaling to the blissful nature surrounding them in the deep forest, just as an aqua blue butterfly fluttered silently across their path. Groaning, Sherlock dragged himself forwards to follow the enthusiastic soldier.

"Tranquil nature is vile John; it's dull compared to the thrill of a good old fashioned serial killer. The only murders out here are part of life and have no reason to be solved!" Throwing his head back, Sherlock stomped forwards, leaving a sighing John to follow his path.

Whilst Sherlock was storming ahead he failed to notice John pulling off to the side of the concealed path and leaning over to inspect a prickly bush. The shorter man reached deep into the needle like shrubbery until his steady hands finally closed upon a soft, squishy handful of luscious blackberries. He pulled out his clutching hand, smiling brightly, and jogged to catch up with the peculiar man's stride.

"Sherlock, do you know what these are?" He stood, expecting an immediate answer, berries in a hand outstretched to the other man who looked at them with utter disgust, the way you would look at a dog who had just emitted a horrible odour. Sherlock cast his condescending gaze nonchalantly towards them before straightening his coat and looking sharply at the John.

"Do enlighten me John." John stared at him in disbelief, how could someone not recognize such a common fruit of nature?

"They're blackberries!" He said incredulously as Sherlock raised an unimpressed brow.

"I can see that. I was hoping for something a little more specific…" He scoffed coolly as he turned to stroll evenly away. John dropped the ebony fruit and dashed after him, turning carefully to walk backwards, facing the slender man.

"How could you not know that?" Sherlock simply appeared to ignore his question as he pointed a finger square at the shorter man's chest, clothed by his classic jumper.

"You will fall off if you continue to walk like that…" John hastily spun around to walk besides Sherlock as he flailed uselessly with his hands.

"Seriously Sherlock! Blackberries! BLACKBERRIES! How could you not…" His words drifted off as a tiny smirk became visible on the cold man's face before disappearing just as quickly as it originally appeared.

"I was making a joke John." He watched contently as the sandy haired man's mouth gaped like a fish trying to form words of sanity. Confusion dotted the man's face before he rolled his eyes and sighed. Shaking his head, John returned to the man's side and cast his gaze down as they continued their walk.

"Your humor never ceases to amaze me." Sarcasm coated John's words as they continued their jaunt in a comfortable silence. Everything seemed at peace within the world as the small stream flowed gently beside them, dragonflies hovering gently above the clear water's surface. John allowed a small smile to crawl onto his tired face as Sherlock stalked moodily ahead, boredom filling his eyes, wanting badly to return to the safety of 221B.

Suddenly a strange buzzing filled the revitalizing air, like a drone surveying above a city, causing the duo to spin around and follow the strange noise. Nothing could be seen through the thick shrubbery however the ear splitting bee could be heard for what must have been miles. And if Sherlock's flawless calculations were correct, which they were, it was heading straight towards them!

"Sherlock…" The name slipped off John's quivering lips as no more than a whisper whilst the pale man in front of him raised a stubborn hand above his mesmerizing eyes, in order to block out the blinding sun. Sherlock tentatively stepped backwards, feet crushing the withering grass beneath his feet as John followed closely, attempting to find a better view point.

Then out of nowhere, a metallic capsule type device could be seen plunging like a bullet towards the Earth. Scarlet flames engulfed the front as the sun reflected off the heated surface, forming elaborate patterns on the muddy floor. The unknown object seemed to be rushing straight towards a nearby hill with wind whipping past its speeding shell. Sherlock's eyes widened as time seemed to slow. It was some sort of bomb!

Turning as fast as humanly possible, Sherlock ran for the confused John, who continued to stare intently at the very cause of the danger! A shout rang from Sherlock's mouth in shrill horror as he attempted to grab his companion's woolly jumper, but the action was in vain. In those final moments, Sherlock saw the flickering orange in John's large, glossy eyes as an unrecognized feeling of despair leaked into his stone heart.

The fiery explosion engulfed them in a second, knocking John out immediately as his body shielded the weaker detective's. Sherlock's limp figure was flung heavily into a tree trunk, as the ground around them scorched to blazing, ebony ash. John lay motionless whilst the forest fell, crippled and burnt to a crisp, obliterating the scenic landscape that surrounded them in a cloud of red, peace destroyed before everything faded to black.