Disclaimer: I don't own Sherlock BBC. Dam, that sucks.

Genres: Romance, drama

Rating: T

Pairing: Sherlock/John. Obviously.

Summary: Sherlock's celebrating his 21st birthday and Mycroft takes no pity in inviting whoever he wishes. When an uninvited guest shows up he gets caught up and doesn't know what to do.

Warnings: Somewhat AU. This chapter isn't complete yet. None so far. Oh, just that this is my first story. :D

A/N: Should I continue this? I have just got the general gist of the story but it would be nice if you could review it so I know if I should submit the rest of the chapter. If it shouldn't be allowed to continue, then just say the word. I hope you like it :D

221Birthday

He heaved a sigh as he walked through the door, removed his jacket and dropped his keys and carry bag on the table. Turning on the kettle was his first thought as he trudged into the kitchen and craved the sweetness of his newly bought box of earl grey. He needed to kick back and have a nice cuppa after witnessing the awkward conversation at work today - and basically every other day. Just thinking about it made him shiver. Sherlock spouting out insults at Molly whenever she makes an effort is not something he enjoys watching. At first sight Molly may seem like a shy and accepting girl but to endure the copious amounts of insults thrown at her by Sherlock every time they were in the same room really was a feat to be proud of. Surely Sherlock would have some pity on her by now. Perhaps he isn't as amazing as she first thought. Ah, the marvels of young love, thought Mike. Mike jumped out of his seat at the sound of someone knocking at his door. As if to drag him away from his thoughts, a dull thumping noise came from his front door. He glanced at the clock, remembering he had started to come home at about midnight;Who would be visiting him at this hour?

Cautiously, he tiptoed out to his front door, looked through his peep whole and audibly gasped. He fumbled with the door handle for a few seconds before tearing the door open. He didn't know whether to feel excited or surprised. On his doorstep stood someone Mike had never expected to see again, the sheepish expression of his visitor met with his bewilderment.

"Watson? John Watson?"

"Mycroft, go away!" shouted Sherlock.

His phoned beeped again. With a frustrated growl, he carefully placed the (much more important) beaker of chemicals onto the table and grabbed his phone out of his pocket.

Sherlock, please don't shout at nothing. You know how it worries me. – MH

Sherlock made no effort to suppress the scoff that resulted in reading Mycroft's comment.

You must be at mummy's house tomorrow by 6pm – MH

And don't be late – MH

Sherlock tapped in a quick reply: No, no and no. I'm not going. – SH

Mummy would be very disappointed – MH

Sherlock knew Mycroft would fight for however long it took until he got Sherlock's co-operation. Idiot. This whole idea was stupid and he was starting to fear for Mycroft's sanity. Inviting people over for a social gathering on his 21st birthday? His resolve was slipping down further and further by the second and no one would be there to catch him when he finally loses it completely.

There was always his grandmother's room - an empty, unused room where Sherlock hid for the entirety of Mycroft's 21st, texting Lestrade and solving a total of 7 uninteresting cases.

Fine. You owe me – SH