A/N: Hi! *waves* I want to say that this, obviously, takes place during Season (Series, whatever) 3 of Sherlock and I'm not quite sure where it fits in. All I know is that it fits in after John and Mary are married, but before Mary's pregnancy is showing. It's short, I know, but, hopefully, it is humorous.I apologize for it being so short and for everyone being OOC. It has been a very long while since I last wrote something for this fandom. Anyway, enjoy! :D
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Movie Night
"Why are we watching this?"
"Because, Sherlock, Mary chose it."
Sherlock was silent just long enough for John and Mary to relax, then asked, "Why? We already know what happened to the Titanic and it's obvious that these two," here he gestured to Rose and Jack on screen, "are going to fall in love, afterwards he dies."
"Sherlock, behave," John hissed.
Sherlock glared at the screen for a few minutes, only grunting when Rose and Jack fell in love. During the love scene, he sighed, rolled his eyes and muttered, "Biiiig mistake."
"Sherlock," John said, warningly.
"Sherlock will you do me a favor?" Mary asked.
Sherlock turned his head to look at her, rather her profile. "What?"
Mary patted his knee, absentmindedly and without looking away from the movie. "Be quiet before I hurt you."
Sherlock 's and John's eyes met over the top of her head and exchanged slightly shocked looks.
Sherlock looked back at the telly and merely said, "Okay."
Sherlock stared at the rolling end credits in confusion. What in the name of sanity was that?!
He turned his head when he heard someone sniffling and was just in time to see Mary wiping her nose with a tissue. He stared at her, confused. He opened his mouth to speak…
"Shut up," Mary cut him off, still watching the rolling credits.
Sherlock closed his mouth. "Okay." And returned his attention back to the screen.
It wasn't even a minute before he heard very faint sniggering coming from the opposite end of the sofa. John's end of the sofa. Sherlock snapped his head and shot a glare at his friend.
"John?" Mary asked, still watching the credits.
"Yes?"
"Shut up."
Satisfied, Sherlock smiled smugly and settled deeper into the sofa.
End
A/N: Again, I apologize for everyone being OOC. As I said, I haven't written for this fandom in a long while. :) I'm going to put in a little note here, and I'm trying to be as nice as possible, but if you're going to leave me a review, for which I would be most grateful for, and if you didn't like it, then, please, Do not just tell me how much crap it is. If you hated it, then tell me what you didn't like about it and add what you think I could do to make it better. Do not just end your review with the criticism, then tell me you won't be reading any further. Because how do you expect me to get better if you don't give me any feedback? Please be warned that if you only tell me how much crap it is, then leave it, I will not be answering that review if you're signed in, and I will delete your review if you're a Guest. I'm sorry if this sounded harsh, but, seriously, I do, actually, know how bad some of my stories are, believe it or not, and I'm under a lot of stress in RL right now, so yeah. *sheepish smile* If you are still around and I haven't frightened you off with my previous rant, I hope you enjoyed. :)