Sherlock sighed and slumped in his seat. He was so unbelievably bored, it was scary. Why John had dragged him here, he was not sure.

'Come on Sherlock. It will be fun.'

He was going to make John pay when they got home. Yes, a little bit of acid to that horrid jumper of his would do nicely. A wail interrupted Sherlock malicious thoughts. God hadn't Sally stop singing that bloody song yet. Sherlock slumped so low he was almost horizontal. Unfortunately, John noticed.

'What are you doing down there?' he asked

'Is it not obvious? I'm bored.'

'Go and sing something.'

'No. I don't sing.' Sherlock stated, irritated

'Wait. You don't sing and you're at The Scotland Yard karaoke party?'

'You forced me here.'

'So? Look, Sherlock. Go and sing something or I'll tell Lestrade that you've been black-mailing Molly to use the morgue.' John whispered

'You wouldn't.' Sherlock sat up, 'I'll get fined and won't be able to pay the rent.'

'So? I can pay for me. You'll get evicted, not me.'

Oooh. Sherlock was definitely adding acid to that jumper now. And he would blow up what was left.

'You are harsh, do you know that?'

'Sing. Now.'

'If I suck, I am suing you face off.'

'Fine. Sing.'

Finally Sally had stopped singing. What was the fuss about Justin Bieber anyway? Sherlock thought he sounded like a cat being ironed. Repeatedly. Sherlock stood up, walked over to the karaoke and programmed the infernal machine with his song. It began to play.

'I look at all the lonely people...'

When Sherlock stopped singing, everyone was looking at him, open- mouthed. Sherlock dropped the mike and ran out of the station, cheeks bright red. John's footsteps followed him. Sherlock turned to stare at his companion.

'Say goodbye to that face because I'm so suing it off.'

'Why? You were amazing.'

'How would you know? You didn't sing anything.'

'Yes I did. I sang Billie Jean.'

'You weren't singing. You mumbled to a backing track for 5 minutes.'

'Glad to see you're feeling better. Come on. Let's get back to the party.'

John opened the door when Sherlock turned and said to unexpectedly to John.

'Thank you.'

'For what? It's just a door.'

'No, John. Not the door.' Sherlock faced John,

'Thank you for being the only friend I have.'

'I'm not the only friend you have. There's Lestrade and Sally...'

Sherlock made a sound in the back of his throat that could have been a laugh.

'Oh God. Sally's started singing again.'

John laughed and the pair walked into the party to Sally screaming blue murder to the tune of 'The Climb.'