AN- Woo! Valentines day... I've decided to add this to the torrent of Valentines fics which are sure to appear today. Sorry everyone.
Enjoy
x
Be mine, Valentine
John Watson and Sherlock Holmes sat facing each other in the living area of 221b. The telly was on but only one was watching it. Surprisingly, the one watching was actually the detective. John was currently reading the newspaper and trying to block out his flatmates frustrated yells of 'of course she's not his daughter' and 'Murder? Ha! I've seen better murders committed by a two year old.' and the inevitable 'this programme is stupid'. The soldier sighed and placed the paper down to glare at Sherlock. He was about to admonish the childish behaviour when Mrs Hudson bustled into the room, holding something. John stopped whatever he'd been about to say to turn and smile at her instead.
'Mrs Hudson, what can we do for you?' He asked. The elderly woman smiled sweetly.
'Nothing dearie, I just got this through the post for you.' She passed it to the doctor and John looked down at the single red rose with a small tag round it.
'Looks like someone's got an admirer.' She said with a wink. John cast a glance to his flatmate, he wouldn't put it past him to do something like this just to get attention for something. Sherlock seemed as confused as he was so he turned the delicate tag over to read the cursive writing on the other side.
Dear John,
Please be mine.
Love,
Your valentine.
The soldier gulped slightly and carefully placed the rose on the mantel piece. He turned back to Sherlock again.
'Please tell me that was from you ad this was some sort of experiment. You know I hate soppy poems.' He said. The detective looked blankly at him before picking up the rose and reading the tag himself. The smile crept unbidden to his pointed features.
'No, I didn't, but this is priceless.' He replied, barely containing the chuckle. The doctor growled at his flatmate.
'No, this is not priceless. This is creepy.' John corrected. Sherlock shrugged and turned away. The doctor suddenly remembered who he was living with and he called after the detective.
'Ok, jokes up. Now you tell me who sent this right now.' He ordered. Sherlock looked at him innocently.
'But that would spoil the whole Valentines day ritual, wouldn't it?' He replied in a childish voice. John gave him a death glare and put on his coat.
'Where are you going?' The detective asked. John huffed and didn't reply, slamming the door slightly harder than he actually needed to.
Once the doctor had gone, Mrs Hudson walked back into the room.
'So who sent the rose?' She asked in her gossipy tones. Sherlock looked at her with an odd mix of amusement and annoyance.
'I have no idea.' He replied, picking up his phone and dialling a number he had lifted from Johns mobile on one of the countless times he had 'borrowed' it.