AN: Well, obviously I don't own any of the characters in this story... trust me, if I did series 3 wouldn't have been out months ago! Hope you enjoy this; hardly a masterpiece, I just jotted down. Anyways allons-y!

Sherlock sighed and slumped further in his seat. Why he had allowed John to talk him into this was beyond him. Really, karaoke night at Scotland Yard? This is what passed as entertainment now in days? A wail interrupted his thoughts. God if Molly doesn't stop singing that bloody song. Sherlock slumped even further in his chair, trying to retreat into his mind palace. Unfortunately, John noticed.

"Hey, what are you doing down there?" He called over the 'music'.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" Sherlock snapped. "I'm trying to save whatever sanity I might have left after this disaster."

John rolled his eyes at the detective. Noticing a vacancy on the machine, he turned to Sherlock with a glint in his eye. "Why don't you go sing?" he suggested.

"I don't sing," Sherlock stated coldly.

"What, you're at a karaoke party and you don't sing?"

"I seem to recall you forcing me here." Sherlock defended himself.

"So?"

"So why would I encourage this behavior by participating in it?"

"Look Sherlock... it you go sing and actually interact with these people I'll..."

"You'll what?"

"... I will let you dissect that sheep you've been wanting to bring into the flat."

Sherlock sat up in his chair and studied his friend carefully. "And the pig?" He asked carefully.

John nodded. "And the pig."

Sherlock clapped his hands together and jumped from the chair.

John watched his friend leave and shook his head sadly. Oh what did I just agree to?

Meanwhile, Sherlock approached the machine just as Lestrade was finishing a number.

"Mind if I give it a go?" He asked cheerfully.

Nodding dumbly, the Detective Inspector handed the microphone over and jumped off the stage. By now others had noticed the self proclaimed sociopath and gathered closely to watch. John stood near the back of the crowd with his fingers crossed.

Analyzing the list of songs on the screen, Sherlock picked a song and turned to face the crowd. Oh the things I do for a good experiment, he thought. Taking a deep breath, the detective closed his eyes and pressed play.

Tonight's the night we'll make history

As sure as dogs can fly

And I'll take any risk to tie back the hands of time

And stay with you here tonight

So take your seats and don't be late

We need you spirits high

To turn on these theater lights and brighten the darkest skies

Here at the Paradise

…...

…...

When Sherlock stopped singing, everyone stared at him open mouthed. Putting the microphone back on its stand, Sherlock turned and walked off the stage.

"What the hell, the Freak can sing?" a voice piped from the back of the room.

Sherlock turned towards the voice and spotted Donavan. "Of course Sally, anyone with half a brain can." He paused for a second "Though I guess that would explain why you can't"

Sally just stared at him flabbergasted. Sherlock simply smirked and walked up to John.

"You owe me a sheep and a pig, don't forget."

John nodded, just as shocked as the others at his flat mates voice.

With one more glance at the crowd, he turned and walked out of the building.

"Bloody hell," Lestrade started, turning to John. "Did you know he could sing?"

"I had no idea," John admitted. "And I'd better go and catch up with him. Thank you for inviting us, it had tons of fun." With a slight wave, John turned and hurried out the building, hoping to catch his friend before he found a cab.

Once again, I hope you enjoyed it! Leave a review and let me know what you thought! Also, brownie points to anyone if they can tell me the name of the song :)