The Crimson Roses
(Sherlock Fan-Fic, post series 3, minor spoilers for the end of HLV)
Disclamer: I (unfortunately) do not own Sherlock or the characters. I only own my OC, who appears in the next chapter.
Chapter 1
Mary's Gift
"AHHHHH!" Sherlock cried out in frustration. John, startled, looked up, just in time to see Sherlock smack his forehead on the laptop keyboard. "What's wrong?" he inquired, worriedly.
"Nothing! Nearly two months after that message, and still nothing is out of the ordinary! What's Moriarty trying to do, make me kill myself with frustration?!" Sherlock yelled.
"For God's sake, calm down!"
"I can't!" Sherlock growled trough gritted teeth.
"Yes, you can, and you bloody well will! If I have to hear the neighbors complain one more time, I will make sure you are kept permanently sedated. Or have them send you out of the country for good!" John yelled, smacking his hand on the armchair.
"Stop making empty threats, John. You know as well as I do that there are no sedatives in the house, and Mycroft is keeping me in the country until I solve the Moriarty business, and I imagine I can probably re-negotiate my exile after that. Plus, you should probably be more worried about the fact that it is Valentine's Day tomorrow, and you haven't got Mary a gift yet." Sherlock said, calming down.
"Shit, you're right." John said, his anger turning back to worry in an instant. Sherlock was good at that, controlling the moods of other people. Sometimes John thought that the whole world seemed to be an orchestra, with Sherlock as the conductor.
"What do you think I should get her?"
"How would I know? She's YOUR wife, and besides, I know very little about romance, as most people would quite readily confirm." Sherlock said, rolling his eyes.
"Come on! You're Sherlock Holmes, the man who knows everything about everybody! Surely you must be able to 'deduct' what Mary would want as a present? I'm sure you've been noticing every movement she makes, and translating it into complex thoughts, feelings and desires. You, of all people, would know what she might want." John pleaded.
"Fine." Sherlock conceded grumpily. "She'll definitely want some chocolate, seeing as she keeps eating my supplies whenever she comes around. Obviously she is having pregnancy related cravings. She'll also want to have a night in, watching romance movies - the fact that she keeps putting romantic DVDs out on the coffee table is a fairly obvious way of showing this - and I would not advise taking her out to the cinema, seeing as she is due next week, and overexertion might send her into labor early, disrupting your evening. Satisfied?"
"Yes." said John, smiling.
"Then you had better go and buy that chocolate. Buy some for me as well. Dark chocolate would be preferable." said Sherlock, as he lay down on the sofa. "Meanwhile, I will be cleaning up my Mind Palace. Drop by with the chocolate when you're done."
"Bye, then. See you in a little while!" called John, as he hurried down the stairs. Sherlock didn't reply- he was already deep inside his Mind Palace. "Why on earth do I still have that! That certainly needs to go..."
A/N: Heya! Thank you for reading my little story! Reviews are welcome, and I will be immensely flattered if you choose to favorite/follow my story! Next chapter will be posted soon. See you then!