Hi Guys, This is my first fic so please be honest of what you think :) I always like constructive criticism.
It was a typical rainy day at 221b Baker Street, Sherlock sat on the sofa, looking at the news trying to ignore the drumming of the rain hitting the roof. John wasn't back yet and he was bored. Sherlock was thinking of going out that night with John; maybe a Chinese or Dominos.
He heard the door open and shut, he heard a second round of footsteps following close behind the other which made Sherlock frown- he wasn't expecting company; a girlish giggle confirmed his suspicions that John wasn't alone. He stood up to find out who was with him.
"Sherlock, we're home!" he heard John call
"Who's we?"
"Me and Harry"
"Hi Locky!" the short haired woman came from round the corner. Sherlock rolled his eyes, the 'original' name had been created by John's sister the first time they met; John insisted that it was meant with good intent but Sherlock knew that it was designed to annoy him- a trait that was common of recovering alcoholics who need to vent their frustration out on the people around them. Harry's physical features had been permanently tainted by her drinking habits, her skin showed lines around her eyes and mouth of someone nearly double her age, her facial skin was also visibly dry from being dehydrated for long periods of time for over a decade, her hair was brittle and damaged from frequent home dying and her black roots were showing against the dyed blonde. Her teeth were yellow- stained from the alcohol and the weed that she had used during her teens.
"Hello Harriet" Sherlock greeted back with a smirk; two can play at the game of annoying one other. He turned to John "Have a good time?"
"Yeah, we went to Angelo's- it's brilliant that he insists on not charging us."
"Sounds good, what are you two going to do now? Surely you've got to go home Harry, your shifts start early- oh wait. You can't" Harry narrowed her eyes at Sherlock; she had recently been fired for stealing from the factory that she worked at.
John stared at his friend "Be nice" he whispered.
"Ahh well, you can stay here now then" Sherlock smiled "We can watch Eastenders, I heard that Audrey gets found out for her drinking- don't want to miss that. I would never want to watch it personally, working class alcoholics shagging other working married people really doesn't suit me; it must be working class divorced alcoholics that watch it."
Harry looked at Sherlock in disgust "I get the message, you want your boyfriend. Fine! No need to get arsy about it!" She gave John a hug goodbye and stormed out the flat calling "Its Phil that's the alcoholic, not so clever now!" The door slammed.
John turned to Sherlock and slowly clapped "Well done!" he said sarcastically "You know how important this is to me and you have to go and ruin a perfect day!" He stormed into their bedroom, slamming the door just as Harry had.
Sherlock sighed and followed his boyfriend; John was sitting on the end of their bed with his head in his hands. Sherlock was surprised to see tears creeping through the gaps in his John's fingers; he sat down next to him and hesitantly put his hand over his shoulders, John leaned into his touch.
"Why do you always have to do that?"
"Do what?"
"Ruin our meetings, she's tried so hard to come clean and now I can actually start to rebuild our relationship but you insist on ruining it."
Sherlock sighed "I'm sorry but you know what I think-"
"You're not always right you know" John interrupted
"Her hands were shaking"
"Only a little bit"
"And she had the smell of alcohol in her clothes"
'But that's from her past drinking, not now'
Sherlock hesitated; "And there's the vodka in her water bottle"
John looked up, 'What?!'
"I noticed the swirls where the water and the vodka hadn't quite mixed, she's trying to dilute it but she's still drinking- sorry" John's face ended up buried into Sherlock's shoulder, tears sank through his shirt and onto his skin. Slowly John pulled away and wiped his eyes hurriedly, "Sorry" he wiped away the tears from Sherlock's shirt with his sleeve.
'She is trying' he said hopefully
"Yes but-" Sherlock stopped himself, it was probably best to not say anything at this moment.
"I was going to tell her our news today, but the time never felt right" John sighed "The vodka was probably why"
Sherlock had a knack of saying the wrong things during emotional situations so he decided to change the subject instead.
"I was going to take you out tonight but seeing as you've already gone I think I will treat you to some home-made food"
John looked sceptical "Treat? Home-made? You?"
Sherlock pretended to look offended "Yes me, from now on you are not allowed in the kitchen until I say- in the mean time I brought you this" he popped out of the room and returned with a dvd- Skyfall; James Bond. John's face lit up
"You got it? I thought that you said it was stupid because it shows the secret services as hero's instead of the cowards that take your limelight every time you find out who found out about the expenses scandal or caused the wiki-leaks"
"If you don't want it, Mrs Hud-"
"No, its fine" John jumped up and tried to grab the dvd from Sherlocks hands. "Thanks"
"I'm just gonna go out and get the ingredients I need- see you when I've finished cooking."
4 hours later, Sherlock had to admit defeat- he knew that trying to make home-made pasta with bolognaise and a key lime pie was ambitious but when he looked at the plates of slimy strips of pastry floating in a red sauce that was more liquid than meat and the pie that looked like a 5 year old had made it he gave up.
He went and told John the bad news who laughed and told him that instead he would take Sherlock out for dinner at the new place down the road.
They walked hand in hand to the restaurant, not talking, just enjoying each other's company. By this time the rain had stopped and there were a lot of people walking the street. The nightclub on the way looked as though it had gotten out of hand and some of the people there were being taken away by some police cars. John was looking at the scene instead of looking where he was going and walked into a woman who fell over, he quickly reached down to help her up, apologizing straight away. She pulled away from him straight away
"Fuck off!" she yelled in his face "You and your boyfriend put my Jake in prison, you dickheads"
John looked as if he had been slapped in the face "Who's Jake?"
"My brother"
"And you are?"
"His sister, Jane"
And with that she stormed off, muttering insults under her breath. John turned to Sherlock "Well that was nice"
Sherlock just smiled at his boyfriend and pulled John towards him, putting his arm round his waist and pulling him in the way of the direction of the restaurant- Sherlock didn't want John's treat to be ruined by some stupid woman
The new restaurant had a modern look about it, with red pillars contrasting with the stark white walls. One of the waitresses noticed that they had arrived and walked over to see them
"Good Evening Sirs, Welcome to Passarelli's Pizza's- is it a table for two?"
John grinned, "Stop with the formality Chlo' . How are you feeling today?"
Chloe had bright blonde hair and a green eyes, her makeup was immaculate and very cleverly done with 3 shades of pink merging delicately on her eye lids- it was obvious that she was very fashion conscious. Her eyes lit up as she was asked the question
"He kicked for the first time today" She beamed at them, holding her stomach, there was only a little bump which was unnoticeable under her uniform.
"Aww! Really?" John beamed up at Sherlock "Isnt that cute!"
"Not really, it's just an exercise used by babies to strengthen their-" Sherlock caught sight of John's pointed expression "Yh, it's cute" he concluded lamely.
Chloe laughed "You two! Such a pair! Come on, let's get you some seats. I can see if I can get my break early if you want so we can talk- only if you want to though. I can understand if you two want some alone time"
Sherlock tried to put on his most convincing smile "It's fine." Secretly Sherlock wanted John all for himself, but then he always did now that they were together and they really owed Chloe.
She smiled again, "Brilliant, here" she pointed them to a table, "these are the best seats in the house"
They settled down at their seats and looked at the menu's that sat on the table; Chloe came rushing up "I have 5 minutes."
"So how is Mr man?" John asked looking at her bump. John and Chloe quickly got into baby talk with Sherlock attempting to interject at the right moments but Chloe and John were in full swing- he wasn't going to stop them.
Slowly the conversation drifted and within 10 minutes John was explaining the situation with his sister, missing out his argument with Sherlock.
"So what do you think of John's sister Sherlock?" Chloe tried to involve Sherlock in the conversation, she had realised that they had practically ignored him for the last 10 minutes. John gave him a stern look; he didn't want the argument known
"She's okay" he started "I prefer her brother but then I would be biased" he said with a smile towards John. Chloe beamed at the two of them, it was obvious that she really didn't care that they were both men, unlike the person behind them
"Will you two bum-chums get out of here! You're putting me off my food!" The woman had short dark brown hair and heavy black makeup around her eyes, she wore a black dress and the man opposite her must have been twice her age; he looked slightly disturbed by his dates outburst.
"Katherine, just leave it."
"No!" She whiped round in her chair so she faced him again "These freaks shouldn't be allowed in here, it's not natural." She turned back in her chair to face the gobsmacked John, Sherlock and Chloe "I would expect you of all people to show a good example" she told Sherlock "You're a role model to thousands of children and teenagers; you shouldn't show your unnaturalness in public"
At this point the whole restaurant had silenced and everyone was watching the confrontation, Sherlock looked around at the expectant audience, smiled and turned back to the girl.
"You have heavy black make up on your eyes, it could be to impress but is more likely to try and intimidate people, you're… revealing dress is your attempt to impress your friend but really it is because you have so little self-esteem you feel that you need to show your body in order to gain attention, your bag is red, you think that it adds a splash of colour to your outfit but really it's to try and make the vivid red scars on your legs not look so bad- these scars are neat and in a line somewhere unlikely to get noticed, indicating self-harm however your short dress does tend to ride up where you have brought a size too small in an attempt to conform to the perfect size 0. All this indicates to a little girl, trying to be mature and can only feel good when insulting someone else as you feel that it gives you power and status- something you lack due to your low position in your job, something to do with cars, shown by the small slight smudges of oil in your fingernails and your shoes. I suggest that you sort your life out before you start insulting two men that you don't really know for showing their love for each other."
The whole restaurant erupted with applause, even the waiters and waitresses with food in their hands, placed it on a random table and helped with the applause, a few people cheered and one even wolf whistled. Sherlock looked around in surprise and smiled awkwardly- he hadn't even noticed everyone stop eating their food (which was every rare for him) and wasn't sure how to react to the praise. John beamed at his partner and stood up to meet his partner with a huge, slightly wet from tears, kiss.
Katherine turned a bright shade of red as Sherlock finished his speech with her mouth open like a goldfish. When the restaurant had cheered for Sherlock her mouth changed to a grim line, as him and John kissed she had had enough, she pulled her dress down to hid the scars, stood up, yelled "You think you're so smart, I'll get you!" and punched Sherlock in the face!
The two broke apart quickly with Sherlock holding the bridge of his nose, quickly feeling blood drip onto his fingers, Katherine had already grabbed her bag
"You coming?!" she demanded to her date.
He laughed "After that performance? I don't think so! Forgot to tell you, I'm actually bisexual myself and have done a hell of a lot more than what we have seen these two doing with a bloke"
The woman stormed out of the restaurant, pushing past the people coming through the door.
The whole room cheered again and soon settled down, Chloe grabbed some napkins and shoved them in Sherlock's face; his nose bleed stopped fairly quickly. The rest of the meal went ahead without a hitch; lots of people did come up to their table throughout it wanting to congratulate him for standing up to Katherine, but Sherlock just smiled it off. When it came to paying the bill Chloe proudly informed them that 7 tables had offered to pay for their meal and one had asked for an autograph. John declined their offer to pay (it was his treat to Sherlock after all) and both Sherlock and John signed their napkins for the table who asked for their autographs, they then went round thanking all the tables that had offered to pay (well John did with Sherlock following him round awkwardly) and left.
What do you think? Please review, and be honest- it helps me :) I promise there will be more action later on, I needed this scene to set everything off.