"So, Sherlock, doing anything special for your anniversary tonight?" Molly asked sweetly from the otherside of the mortuary.
Sherlock stiffened and sat up from the microscope. "Damn." He mumbled, before promptly leaving the room.
"He forgot, didn't he?" Greg Lestrade asked with a laugh. "So typically Sherlock."
Molly raised an eyebrow, "And when's your anniversary, Greg?"
Greg paused for a long time. "Uh... Shit."
"It was LAST WEEK! Don't tell me BOTH of you forgot it!" Molly exclaimed, even though it sounds very like the couple to both forget their anniversary.
"I have to go call Mycroft." Greg said, pulling his phone out of hispocket as he slipped out the door.
******
Sherlock was quickly walking down the sidewalk. He'd forgotten their first anniversary. How? John probably wasn't expecting Sherlock to do anything special anyway. Sherlock frowned. Was he that terrible of a husband? "I am. Great..." He sighed again. "Well, I should do something, then. Expect the unexpected, Johnathan." He laughed at the name he was only allowed to use on occaison. But what was he going to do? What gift could he get? He kicked the pebbles on the sidewalk, and a flash of yellow caught his eye. Sherlock plucked the dandelion up and began absent-mindedly pulling the petals off. As yellow oval after yellow oval fluttered to the concrete, Sherlock got an idea.
The tall man dropped the flower onto the sidewalk and began frantically searching for another. A white daisy in full bloom snagged his attention, and his slender fingers uprooted it. Slowly and lovingly, he pulled the petals off, muttering, "he loves me, he loves me not" as he did. He pocketed all the 'he loves me' petals with great care, and let all the 'he loves me not's fall back to the Earth. Finally, the flower ran out of petals on a 'loves me', and Sherlock placed the final white flower fragment into his pocket, and headed for the store.
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John was watching TV at home, waiting for his husband to come home from work, so they could go out to dinner. As he had to,d Molly earlier, he didn't expect Sherlock to remember the importance of today, and he didn't care. As long as his tall lover was willing to dress up and go out tonight, that's all he cared about. The Doctor had just defeated an entire city of Angels, only to have his companions be sent back in time, when John's attention was torn from the TV and to his love coming into the flat. "Evening, Sherlock." John smiled as he stood and planted a small kiss on Sherlock's cheek.
Sherlock didn't say anything, just pushed a small, wrapped package into John's arms. John looked puzzled. "Happy anniversary, John." Sherlock gave the sweet smile he reserved for John, before returning the small kiss on the cheek.
"Uh.. Sher, what is it?"
"Open it."
John was thrown for a loop, but he pulled himself together and pulled the paper off. In his hands was a small picture frame, with white daisy petals placed in the shape of a heart pressed between the glass. "What is it?"
"He loves me. He loves me not." Sherlock whispered, leaning in to place his forehead onto John's. "These are the petals that say you love me. And the ones that reassure that I love you back."
John's eyes misted over. "And what about the other petals?"
"They, like the people who whisper behind our backs, had no valid opinion, so I simply let them blow away."
The two embraced. Sherlock lifted John's chin and kissed away the happy tears that had broken free, before landing a kiss on his lips. They whispered simultaneously, "I love you."