AN: This was originally based on a fill I did for the Sherlock BBC kink meme, here's the link (.?thread=57104996#t57104996) but I filled rather late, so I'm not sure if anyone actually read it, so I posted it here, and even made a few adjustments, such as make it longer etc. Read and review!

Sherlock looked over at Halloween town and sighed. He must have been the most bored individual in this whole place, as far as he could see. How could they all stand it! Day in, day out, it never changed. Everyday, they went over the plans for next Halloween, and they never changed. Every morning, he would wake up, and walk through the town to his brother, the mayor's, estate, and would listen to his mundane chatter about the various components to a successful Halloween, and he would respond by asking him if Dr. Anderson, and Dr. Donavan would like to know about their creation, Gregory Lestrade, getting nightly visits from a very infatuated mayor.

After getting roughly tossed out, he would wonder aimlessly, ignoring passers by, and generally creating havoc wherever he could. Never any change, so dull.

This all changed when he came across a strange sight when wandering in the graveyard. A man. A very much alive, human man. He was wearing brown trousers, a stripy jumper, and a confused expression on his face. In his hand was a suitcase, brown leather. He didn't seem afraid, just curious, but he couldn't leave a human, of all things, to run amok in his town. He crept towards him, graves, and trees opening up a path for him in his wake. When the human noticed him, he dropped his suitcase in shock, fell, and scrambled back.

"You!" Sherlock bellowed. "Human-" The man jumped back, faking to the ground and crawling backwards in his haste to get away from Sherlock.

"You're- you're a skeleton! A walking, talking skeleton!" The man was obviously becoming hysterical, and Sherlock reached down to grab him, but the man pushed his bony hands out of the way, and attempted to sprint back the way he had came. Sherlock gave chase, but not for long, as the man tripped and fell to the ground, unconscious.

Sherlock crept forward, and looked the man over. He was handsome, that was for sure, and Sherlock felt the tugging from what passed for his heart these days at the sight of the man before him. Sherlock noticed the suitcase the man had brought with him, and the wallet that had fallen out of the man's pocket. It read that he was a doctor called John Watson.

"John Watson." Sherlock read, trying the man's name out. It sounded right. He tucked the suite case under his arm, along with the wallet, and picked up John bridal style, taking extra care that he was not harmed as he made his way to the town hall, planning to call a private meeting.

He laid the man on a table in the town hall, and went back to Mycroft's estate. Mycroft opened the door an scowled, already thinking of slamming the door in his face.

"What do want, Sherlock?"

"I spotted a human in the graveyard, go to the town hall in an hour, we need to talk." Mycroft curtly nodded after recovering from the initial shock, and closed the door.

The next stop was Dr. Anderson and Dr. Donavon's lab. "What, do you want, freak?" Sally Donavon grumbled as a greeting to Sherlock.

"I want you and Anderson to see if a human I took to the town hall with me is injured."

"A human?" Donavan asked, drawing the attention of Anderson.

"You brought a human here? Are you mad?" Anderson shouted.

"I didn't bring him here on purpose, he was wondering through the graveyard when I found him. Anyway, are you going to treat him or not?"

"Of course we're going to treat him, miss a chance like this, as if!" Donavan sneered before closing the door, leaving Sherlock to return to the town hall to check up on John Watson.