MAKEUP your mind

Warning! This is a story if John was a model and Sherlock a makeup artist.

There is a few ideas that might sound extreme, but at least I have warned you.
I think the biggest one is Sherlock wearing makeup.

3rd person point of view, following John, but there is a short typing in Sherlock's POV in the Prologue. Only happens once, only here. It changes to John's halfway through and will stay this way. I know the prologue is short, but I want your opinion, further chapters will be a lot longer promise!

Prologue

"Leave me alone with that already Mike" John snapped again as he repeated himself for the 5th time in the past 20 minutes.

"But John you don't understand, this contract is the best one you could ever get! It is brilliant, simply amazing!" his manager shouted.

"No! No Mike. It's not."

"John think about it, it's the perfect opportunity, perfect choice, perfect contract... perfect everything!"

"Exactly, way too perfect. How can he even do all that for me? How can he know what will be right?" He wondered walking away, as his manager followed him like a lap dog.

"We're talking about Sherlock Holmes here, he knows everything. He only needs single glance"

"But I never even met him, Mike, not once, not ever either. I'm doing well on my own, I don't need his help."

The man rolled his eyes "John you need to take this whole plan in consideration. As far as I know, we need all the contracts we can get right now. Your departure for Afghanistan created a gap that needs to be replaced. Not everyone knows you're back, and so this is the best way to show the world your arrival! AND it is with the biggest hit star make-up artist Sherlock Holmes!"

"Have you even read the contract and all its conditions?!" The ex army soldier screamed silently, in which he got a shrug as a response. He grabbed the papers on the desk with a strong grip, wanting to show him with proofs that what he was about to say were not jokes. "Great chance to work with Sherlock Holmes as his first personal model to promote the new Holmes makeup brand, also promoting Irene Adler's brand of clothes." He looked at Mike, going on without looking the words as he now knew the promises by heart "3 months contract, chances of prolongations, anything required furnished by the company, food, hotel, plane tickets, etc. Model, commercials, interviews, fashion shows, apparition in TV shows, photo shoots, promoter for different companies and brands. Free clothes and makeup will also be given from Holmes and Self-Portrait for promotion. If any event comes up in which it requires to retreat for a day, can leave after talking with Sherlock Holmes and Irene Adler. If simply not interested in the contract, possibility of retiring and closing the contract once the activities planned in the next 72 hours are successfully completed."

"So..? Where's the problem? Did I miss the bad p-"

"You don't get it! This is way too good; I keep looking and looking... I couldn't find a bloody flaw! Where's the catch?!"

"Maybe he just really wants you to-"

"Mike you're being absurd" John immediately interrupted, "I'm a nobody; my career isn't as nearly good as many people in the industry. You said it yourself, my departure for Afghanistan caused a bit of problems. I'm limping. LIMPING. Damn leg!" he said clenching his fists. "Why me? That's my ultimate question. I can't even walk right. Something this good are only for the biggest names or people worth for their reputation. This is extreme."
Laughing, the manager placed his hand on his protected one's shoulder "You're over thinking this entire situation John, you should just try and relax, accept the contract sign it and if you don't like it, you leave!"

"I don't know if I can even work high up to his expectation. I heard he wasn't quite nice with his employees or anyone working under him. He's exigent, demanding, and above all, and I quote, a complete psychopath. I don't want to work for him, that's it." He sniffed angrily hoping to have convinced the glasses man to give up.

"John... think about it... and it says you can even break off the contract when you want... There is a few things we could work out for your benefit..."

"No, Mike... no..."

"John..."

The blond model looked up, taking a deep breath.

"Calm down Freak" the lady ordered. "Waiting here forever assuming over thousands of reasons onto why he didn't call yet won't make him call any sooner."
The dark curly haired man sighed, as he was lying down on the sofa of his working place with both hands slowly relaxing underneath his chin as though he was praying "I know that already." He retorted coldly.

"You've been talking for an hour on your own basically ignoring what I was saying, believing your own ridiculous reasons as in why he hadn't call yet."

"The contract was perfect Sally," Sherlock confirmed sitting down. "I would myself think there is a catch and so it is highly possible he thinks so too. I should've put a flaw in there somewhere, anywhere, so he would believe it is more realistic. God, why can't people just accept things when they are nice?" he finished as he stood up to take a look in the mirror. His makeup was slowly wearing off and it annoyed him greatly. It was around 9 o'clock, up to this point it was an easy going day, except for the man who had been impatiently waiting for the call he's been expecting acting all... Impatient. He knew that Sally, one of his main models, didn't care much about his makeup anyways, so he didn't bother fixing it. 9 o'clock, nothing will happen after, so he kept it the way it was. Tonight he would be staying in his office. He did not need to go back to his flat as in less than 10 hours the make-up artist would be back exactly in the same room. Knowing himself he wouldn't be sleeping until late...

If he slept.

"Sherlock your makeup is great; if he calls he won't see it. So, please, don't put another line of eyeliner or fresh up your mascara." Sally sarcastically commented.

Sherlock ignored her "I know he's going to call but I don't know when and that's what I hate the most" and now, because of her comment, he felt like he had just had to put on the makeup. Why? Why did he have to? Probably to play with her nerves, as usual. He grabbed the eyeliner and looked back in the mirror to fix his black lines and then his eyelashes. She was lucky the foundation was still nice looking, so he didn't need to adjust it.

Rolling her eyes, his model went on: "Alright then, whatever, if you ever get a call tonight well don't call me to say it. Tomorrow will be long, I need the sleep. I'm going back to my place and I'll see you tomorrow. Goodnight." And to her cold words she stepped outside.

He painted the final touch in the corner of his eye before throwing himself back on the couch, curling up as he was now alone between 4 walls.

It's barely if half an hour went by gone into his mind palace did he realized his cell phone has been going on for 3 rings now. He didn't look who it was almost scared to miss the call and answered right away "Sherlock Holmes, Make-Up artist."

"Mr Holmes, hello, this is-"

Before the man at the end of the line could finish his sentence, Sherlock grinned as he gladly cut him off "I know who you are, Mr. John Watson, you're calling concerning the contract. It looks too perfect doesn't it?"

John wondered how he knew exactly, but didn't bother much. There was a silence at the other end of the phone as though he was expecting an answer. Yes, yes I hum..."

"And you demand explanations as in to what's in for me and you, well for both of us our names will get bigger and that's all I need. Whatever you read will be applied and I can even add on 'If anything goes against your expectations the contract is off'. This contract is yours now please sign it."

John was surprised at how direct the man was, somehow it bothered him "I'm sorry Mr. Holmes, what?"

"Sherlock, please."

Silence occurred again, and he rolled his eyes "Sherlock... What are you talking about?"

"The contract will put our names everywhere. Miss Adler is really well known for her DISGUISE brand as well as The Woman, to which everyone now refers her to. But Self-Portrait will be something else, something special. She basically moaned of pleasure when I said your name. She saw you as her main model right away. Then for me, well I'm launching my brand. Miss Adler and I are working together but you will be with me most of the time."

"And what will it bring us?"

Sherlock smiled, even if John couldn't see it "You went downhill once you left for war and my goal is to bring you back, if not make you more popular. This will be really beneficial for you."

John sniffed angrily, was he playing with him or something? "Yes, yes that's right. But what's coming in for you, why me?"

"Because if we take you, we need to redo your name, and if we succeed, our name will be renowned."

"But Mr. Ho-... You already are the mo-"

"I know that already but more people will want contract, more than I currently got. I'll be the man who made John Watson stand out, bring him back in the fashion industry, and Irene will get the same benefits too."

"So the only thing you want is for your name to be ... More everywhere... Why?"

"Because I love makeup. I don't care about the fame. What I want to do the makeup of all most important people and have people see my work, enjoy it, as I also enjoy doing their face paint" he sarcastically said "then it's all part of the game. I need to pass through fame so I can do makeup."

"So this contract is for me or for you?" John asked his to-be manager, or boss, almost insulted by the man's behaviour.

"The contract is made for you, I just have my own way to work my way through it" he finally said seriously. "As for the salary, it will depend of every individual contract we'll get in the future 3 months. All the money you make will be going to you. Whatever else we do as an actual team will be split in half, or 3 depending if Irene is involved."

"Alright" he took a moment to think. "Then I'm signing this as soon as you add on the salary and the going against my will part."

Sherlock looked in his mirror "dinner?"

John fell quiet again... "What?"

"I'm asking if you want dinner, or should I say late night snack for you. I haven't eaten yet. Also I hate phone calls. I'd rather text, but meeting up in person is always better. At the same time I could add in the new contract information right away."

"Are you being serious?"

"Yes. Do I sound anything else but serious?"

John thought about it then didn't bother answering "where are you at anyways? I don't even know where you are, who you are personally or even where we meet up."

"My name is Sherlock Holmes, currently in my office but I'll meet you at Tapas Brindisa Restaurant, or Angelo's, easier to remember." He hung up.

John stayed on the line for a bit. He was startled by the way the man simply assumed everything, without mentioning how rude he was. However, his bluntness was real. He did go downhill and as much as he hated to admit it, he did need his help. John was next town due to his last encounter with Mike, but he could easily take the cab and after supper go back to his small single flat. He grabbed his jacket, walked out of Mike's office and hauled a cab.

The next encounter he knew was going to be quite interesting.