Sherlock's P.O.V.

The sound of violin music awoke me. Listening closer, I could tell it wasn't half bad. As the person playing hit a note that screeched, and would hurt the strings of the violin, I knew it wasn't half good either. Flinching at the sound of a breaking string, I heard it being placed on the ground softly and the sound of someone crying.

I got dressed quickly, and tenderly closed the bedroom door behind me. Seeing the broken violin string lying on the ground, I stepped over it and continued my way to the sitting room. There was John, sitting in his chair, head in his hands crying softly. I walked over and tenderly placed a hand on his shoulder.

He jumped, surprised to see me. Starting to wipe away the tears, I stopped him. Taking the pad of my thumb, I wiped the tears from his face, a worried smile on mine.

"What's wrong? Why were you crying?" I leaned over the back of the chair, turning my head to look at him.

He sniffed, and looked away. "I broke your violin," he whispered softly.

Glancing towards the broken string, I smiled at him. "That? It's okay. I've broke strings before, it takes seconds to fix. I assume you were the one playing?"

John nodded, and looked down. "I wasn't very good," he muttered.

"It takes practice. You had some of the notes wrong, but otherwise you did a fine job. Would you like me to teach you?" I spoke gently to him, trying my best to reinsure him.

He nodded and I picked up the violin off the floor. Placing it's in his hands, I went and grabbed a new string, throwing the old one to the side. Taking up the violin, I showed him how to string it, along with tuning a new string.

"Now go and pick up the bow, and try to replay that piece. You know how to read music, correct?" I urged him forward.

"Yes. I never learned to play any instrument, just to read the music."

"That's a good start. Now go ahead, play." I smiled at him broadly.

John put the bow to the strings, playing a soft, low tune that I hadn't played for quite some time. He messed up and I couldn't help, but wince at the scratchy notes. He saw this and went to put it down, sighing. I shook my head and stood up, walking behind him. He restarted, hands shaking and a sad look in his eyes.

I already knew where he was going to make the mistake, and carefully wrapped my arms around him, helping correct his hand placement. This time he made it through the song with no mistakes. He smiled at me, a distant look in his eyes. I sat back down and cast a smile his way.

"Go on now, play." I prompted.

John violently shook his head. "I can't do it without you. I'll make a mistake, I just know it."

"Well you must try. I don't want you to give up. Just do it. I know you can."

Taking a deep, shuddering breath, he started again. He didn't mess up once and I couldn't help, but smile. For a beginner to get a piece like this on their third try without help was very impressive. Looking shyly at me, he asked a simple question.

"Did you like it?"

"It was beautiful." I looked on at him with delighted eyes. "You did amazing."

I saw the vase of roses and my smile grew a little bit bigger. Green tea roses were the only kind of flower I could stand, and I thought they were beautiful. Obviously, someone else had remembered.

"So you're not angry that I broke a string?" he leaned up against me.

I shook my head. "A broken string is nothing compared to a broken heart."

Happy Valintines Day Sherlock," he whispered in my ear.

"Thank you John. Happy Valintines Day to you also."

Our lips met and for a minute, everything was perfect.

Hello! I'm Jaliee Holmes. I'm not exactly new on here, but for the sake of not embarrassing my self on my other account, my Johnlock stories will be on here. So I've presented to you a short, but hopefully sweet, and a week late Valintines Day fanfic. I hope you enjoyed and please review!

~Jaliee Holmes