'The Disappointing Valentine's Day' this is set in a Sherlock AU where everything is normal with the exception of a fem Sherlock. This also features a bit of Sherlolly if there is any Sherlolly shippers out there.
John sat at the dining table. Alone. The first time in years. Almost in tears. He feels like a child, wrapping a small parcel for his 'Valentine's Date'.
'Valentine's Date - my ass!' John sobbed.
'Bloody Mary!' John wailed as a couple tears run down his cheek.
The poor man threw his (now) useless ring on the floor.
Desperate, alone and cold hearted, John made his to his bedroom and wallowed in self-pity under his duvet made for two, yet accompanied by none. The sad man clutched his pillow and held it close to his chest and cried his misfortune away. The room was almost as cold as his soul, thanks to the haunting of the image that captured the wrongly wedded Dr. and Mrs Watson across the room, which later that night provided some heat from its flames it produced within the fireplace of John's lonely home. After a restless night, John realised who he wanted to spend Valentine's Day with and possibly the rest of his life... The woman of whom he has lived with before, his best friend. How could it not be so obvious? She was there for him, she's died for him... Twice! John has always had his moments with her; he's flirted with her from time to time (but only as friends). John has always (sort of) liked her in a romantic way, even though everyone sees her as ignorant and obnoxious and just damn right rude, he never saw her like that. He saw her as she was, a beautiful, compassionate and intelligent person, who has feelings. Not a psychopath, (Anderson do your research!) and not a freak (I'm talking to you Donovan). She is just a marvellous young lady of whom no-one understands and underappreciated and who needs some loving.
John turns up at 221B Baker Street. This feels weird for him.
'I haven't been here in a while.' John sighs.
He enters quite shamefully - like if he was trespassing.
He makes his way to the front room. Silent. No-ones here.
*A thumping sound comes from upstairs.*
'Oh, no, not ANOUTHER experiment.' John said alarmingly.
As John rushes to Sherlock's room, his heart pounding, his breath hot, his sweat moist. John knocks on Sherlock's door gently, parcel in hand.
'Sherlock... are you busy?' John spoke softly.
The door opens a jar. Sherlock is as beautiful as ever. Her long ebony hair glides over her face so silkily. Her bright blue eyes are enhanced by her glistening ivory skin and pale freckles.
'Yes, John. I am somewhat busy.'
She was only wearing lingerie and her iconic silk lavender dressing gown. This almost made John die of excitement. He swallowed deeply.
'Sherlock, err, do you have plans for Valentines?'
Sherlock looks back in her room and looks back at John and frowns.
'I'm so sorry, John. I'm so, so sorry. I... didn't know you felt that way about me.' Sherlock purred romantically.
'But I'm so sorry, I have plans and... I don't generally swing that way.' said Sherlock apologetically.
*Muffled Voice from Sherlock's room*
'Sherlock sweetie, who's there?'
'Err, who was that?' questioned John.
'That is Molly. My valentines date.'
'Oh. Have a nice night, I'll let you two get on with it then.' said John with sunken eyes as he slowly walked home with parcel in hand.