A/N: Um, I apologise in advance for this. I'm bored and feeling down so wanted to write something with a bit of humor in it.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except this weird plot :)
This was it, the last day of freedom. Sherlock paced the floor of 221B Baker Street, trying hard not to look at the "package" on the sofa. This was all John's fault; It'll be fun, Sherlock, he said, just let your hair down. Sherlock never let his hair down. He walked over to the sofa and picked up the package, shaking it slightly as he did so. He could guess what was inside, he just couldn't physically bring himself to open it.
"You are wearing it, Sherlock. I chose it specifically for you."
Sherlock looked around and saw John stood in the doorway, his arms crossed and a small grin on his face. He eyed the package with amusement and was relieved when Sherlock, with a begrudging sigh, started to open it.
Sherlock's eyes narrowed as he pulled out something pink and fluffy, and was horrified when he realised what it was. Fairy wings. He looked back at John, who was now trying very hard to keep a straight - ish - face.
"You chose fairy wings for me," he said, dropping the wings onto a table and looking daggers at John. If looks could kill, John thought. Well, he would of been a dead man long ago.
"There's more," John replied, motioning to the package.
Sherlock shot him a look of "you'll pay for this later", before returning to the package. He put one slender hand in and pulled out something sharp and glittery. He turned it over in his hands, his eyes slowly turning to slits.
"It's a tiara," John said happily, "To go with the wings"
It was a good thing John had fast reflexes for the tiara suddenly flew towards his face, and had he not ducked in time, would of taken out one - if not both - of his eyes. He bent down and picked it up, before walking over to Sherlock and placing it on top of the black curls.
"Suits you," he smiled.
"John," Sherlock said slowly, "This is a stag do, so why am I going dressed as a fairy?"
"Because it's our stag do, and you said I could decide on a theme."
Sherlock was really starting to regret this.
"I thought you, being an army doctor, would choose something more - ah masculine"
John grinned, "Fraid not."
Sherlock gave a sigh of defeat, "Only this once, and only for you. Speaking of you, what are you wearing?"
John tapped him on the nose, "It's a secret. You'll see later"
At 7pm, John emerged from his bedroom and made his way over to Sherlock, who was currently sat on the sofa, four nicotine patches on his arm. His eyes were closed and he seemed to be muttering something to himself.
John stood infront of him and waited. Slowly, Sherlock stopped muttering and opened his eyes. He caught sight of John and seemed to do a double take.
"What, what are you meant to be?" he asked, his eyes roaming over John's body.
John did a little spin, and said, "It's obvious, isn't it?"
"Not to me"
"Wow, the great Sherlock Holmes not knowing what I am. Almost as bad as not knowing that the Earth orbits the Sun," John grinned. He was the only one who could tease Sherlock and get away with it.
"Well?"
John gave a dramatic sigh, "I'm a hedgehog!"
Sherlock stared at him blankly.
"You do know what a hedgehog is, don't you?" John asked curiously.
"Of course I do! Isn't it time to go?" Sherlock replied, his cheeks reddening slightly.
Sherlock didn't know what was going to happen tonight. He left the entire thing in the hands of John. What was he thinking? Truth is, he didn't really think a lot around John, and he would always let him get his own way. Well nearly always.
He watched as John hailed a cab, and then climbed in after the doctor.
"Where are we going?" He asked, curiousity getting the better of him.
"Scotland Yard," John replied, taking Sherlock's hand in his, "Relax"
"Why Scotland Yard?"
"Well, we need to meet a few people, and then we can go," John smiled.
"A few people? Who?"
"Sherlock relax! It'll be fun, trust me"
Reaching Scotland Yard, John got out of the cab and pulled Sherlock along behind him. A group of people were milling about outside and John made his way over to them.
"Sherlock, what are you wearing?"
Sherlock spun round and saw Lestrade stood near a minibus, wearing a pirates costume. He looked Sherlock up and down and couldn't help but grin.
"How did you manage to get him into that, John?" he muttered, impressed.
Sherlock cleared his throat and looked around, "Are we ready?"
"Just waiting for Anderson," Lestrade said, motioning back at the building.
Sherlock rounded on John, "You invited Anderson?"
"I had no choice. He overheard me inviting Lestrade, and I couldn't then say no"
Sherlock cocked one eyebrow, "Yeah you could - " he broke off as Anderson walked over to them.
Both men eyed eachother up and down, and then:
"What are you wearing?" they said in unison.
Both of them were wearing fairy wings, except Anderson's were purple and fluffy instead of pink. They also had matching tiaras. Lestrade and John couldn't help but laugh at the sight before them.
"You always have to out do me," Anderson said with narrowed eyes.
"Yes, because this is what I really want to wear out in public. This isn't exactly my first choice of costume," Sherlock replied sarcastically.
"It's mine." Anderson said, slightly offended.
"Figures," Sherlock smirked, "John, are we ready now?"