Disclaimer: I own nothing, and only borrowed these characters for a little while.

"Tickets please."

"Tickets."

"Sir, I need to see your ticket please."

"Sir?!"

Dr John Watson suddenly came awake, looking around blearily. Where was he? Oh right, the train.

Turning to find the speaker who had awoken him, he saw an irate man with his hand outstretched for a ticket. John spared a look at his partner seated beside him: elbows propped on the table, chin resting on steeped fingers, eyes closed.

Bloody mind palace.

With a sigh John uncrossed his arms and turned to slip his hand into the jacket pocket of the immobile man. He found what he was searching for in the inner pocket.

"Sorry," he apologised as the small piece of card was duly stamped and crossly returned.

Slipping the tickets into his own jean pocket he rolled his eyes. "Tosser," he grumbled affectionately.

Crossing his arms over his chest, John fell into slumber once again as his head dropped onto the shoulder of Sherlock Holmes...

... and he never saw the smirk on his face.

Finito.