John always hated the Tudors. He hated it at school. He hated it at college. He even changed the channel when a documentary about Henry VIII and his, quite frankly, slutty wives came on TV. So when John found himself sitting on Sarah's sofa, curled up with his girlfriend watching 'The Other Boleyn Girl', he was in a personal hell. Before that the evening had been nice. Sherlock, who was at the morgue and under the watchful eye of Molly, hadn't called once. He and Sarah had had a nice dinner with some good wine and companionable conversation. But the movie had ruined John's night. He hadn't told Sarah that he hated the Tudors but when she noticed he was tense and disinterested, she asked him what the matter was.
"Oh it's nothing. It just…" John gestured to the TV.
"Yeah this movie sucks. My sister leant it me. Said it was good. Liar." Sarah was just about to turn the DVD off when a familiar face popped onto the screen.
"Wait a sec," John paused the DVD. "Is that? Sarah? Come here."
She glanced at the screen and gasped.
"No. It can't be. Is that…really? I can't believe it. That's Sherlock."
"That's what I thought. But it can't be. He wouldn't do that."
"But he is a brilliant actor."
"Yeah I know. But Sherlock despises…frills. He wouldn't have coped."
"But that is definitely him."
"I'll tell him that he has a doppelganger later. Do you want to change the DVD?"
"OK."
