Title: A Study In Magical Flowers

Author: Shinju Tori

Character(s): Sherlock, John, Moriarty, and others

Genre: AU, romance, hurt/comfort, friendship, humor and I'm not really sure what else…

Summary: This is the story of a lost Prince, a magic flower, a genius noble turned thief, and a vicious old man who will stop at nothing to keep the magic of the flower for his self.

Spoilers: None in particular unless you've never seen Sherlock or Tangled…

Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock as it currently belongs to Moffat and Gatiss and Tangled belongs to Disney…

Rating: T for everyone's potty mouths and…graphic situations…of various kinds…

A/N: Before I begin, I want to make this as clear as possible; John is Rapunzel. This is because Sherlock more-or-less stumbled into HIS life just like Flynn and I enjoy the idea of "Father Jimmy"…Also I couldn't help thinking during the scene with Eugene's wanted poster that the reaction "Flynn" had to it was totally a Sherlock-like moment~! Now then, ALLONSY~!

(PS Anything that's both bolded and underlined in this chapter is various characters arguing/adding in facts to the beginning)

SH-T-SH-T-SH-T-SH-T-SH-SH-T-SH-T-SH-T-SH-T-SH-T-SH-T-SH-T-SH-T-SH

Prologue

This is the story of how I died.

Don't worry, I don't STAY dead and according to John it's more about his dull life than my more exciting one but I digress…

(Sherlock!)

(…Not Good?)

(Bit not good, yeah.)

(Sorry John…)

In any case, one day, a long time ago, a single drop of light fell from the sun.

This droplet of light grew into a beautiful magic, crimson flower that was said to be able to cure any ill, to make the old young again, and to even raise the dead.

There was a country wide search for it and not too far from where it had really landed a city called London was created. They were most recently ruled, wisely, by the King and Queen Watson who had a tomboyish Princess named Harriet.

(Harry. She prefers Harry, Sherlock.)

(Whatever…)

Now an old man, an evil wizard, Jim as he preferred to be called, had found the flower and for hundreds of years he had used it to keep himself young by singing a certain song to it.

(Kinda dodgy if you ask me…)

(Lestrade? I'm in the middle of telling an important story here!)

(So? Do you even know what made him kidnap John in the first place?)

(…I think I did but I deleted it…)

(*sigh* Then let me tell them why!)

One day the Queen became ill while she was…with child.

Like I'm-gonna-die-soon kinda ill.

So the King, in desperation, ordered the people of London to search for the legendary flower so he could heal his wife.

They found it and brought it back to the palace, and, unbeknownst to them, lead an angry Moriarty to the palace.

The flower healed the queen and a few days later, she had her baby, a healthy young prince with bright ginger hair and brilliant blue eyes.

This boy was John.

(Hang on a mo, why are you telling this part Greg?)

(Because I was about 4 at the time and so I know more about it than Sherlock who was born 2 years after you vanished.)

(Stop bragging Lestrade, you'll give yourself a swelled head.)

(Fuck you Sherlock.)

(Alright girls! Calm down!)

(Sorry.)(Sorry.)

(…Better be…Shall I say what happened next then since it's all about me?)

(Go right ahead John…)

Jimmy, upon finding out about my ginger hair…

(Well your sister and both of your parents have blonde hair so it came as a surprise that your hair was ginger John…)

(Sherlock. You're interrupting me.)

(…Sorry…)

Anyway, he snuck into my nursery, about a year after I was born, and sang the song that he would sing to the flower. To his surprise and glee, my hair started glowing with the same power that the flower held.

However he quickly figured out that he needed me with him in order to keep his youth so Jimmy kidnapped me and raised me in a far-off tower, shut off from the outside world.

Whenever I asked to leave his reply was always that the world was a horrible and cruel place filled with heartless people who only sought their own gain.

Of course he couldn't hide everything from me…

(Is it my turn again John?)

(Yes it is Sherlock.)

(Thank you.)

Not too long after John was kidnapped the King and Queen started a custom of releasing lanterns into the sky on the Eve of John's birthday.

From his window John could see the mysterious lights filling the air, wishing he could see them in person himself.

And so, in this same manner, 19 years passed...

SH-T-SH-T-SH-T-SH-T-SH-SH-T-SH-T-SH-T-SH-T-SH-T-SH-T-SH-T-SH-T-SH

Review please?