John Watson grinned as he made reservations for that night at a fancy restaurant and nodded. When he got out onto the street his whistles the song in his head- something from that movie Mary had insisted they see. Mary Morstan, his girlfriend and hopefully soon-to-be wife. He decided to take a stroll around London, where he had moved back to about three months ago and now lived with Mary.
When he found himself in an unfamiliar street, he found himself singing, anticipation making him giddy.
My mind is cheering; so's my heart
I'd thought they'd both been torn apart
Who knew that Mary'd be what it takes?
For years I've mourned for Sherlock's death
Constantly told that I'm a mess
Now I propose only to the best
The anticipation kills me
This will take some nerve
But wow am I so ready to wed her!
'Cause for the first time since the fall
I am laughing, I feel light
For the first time since the fall
Sherlock's off my mind!
I don't know if she'll reject me, but come on what's that chance?
For the first time in forever
I'll go out like a champ
"I can't wait to see her face tonight, I've finally met the one!" He actually shouted to a startled homeless man, who waved him on encouragingly with an awkward smile.
Tonight, imagine me suit and all
She's there sitting straight and tall
The woman that I love and live for
She suddenly sees me move my hand
Her weight shifts like she's on hot sand
But then the waiter brings us both our food
Then we laugh and I stop, nervous
She opens her eyes wide
As finally I put out ring-wise!
He smiles at the picture in his mind, not noticing the path his feet took him.
For the first time since the fall
I have dated, I've found love
For the first time since the fall
I finally feel I've won
And I know now that I'm ready
But I hope Mary is too
Because for the first time since the fall
I don't feel so blue!
••••••••••
Sherlock Holmes sighed at the man. "You don't have any cakes?"
The man laughed. "Not as large as you want 'em, sir."
Sherlock considered this. Perhaps people-sized cake wasn't normal.
He wandered out onto the street, his chest constricted. He was /nervous/ to see John: What will he say; what will John think? He shook his head and walked on, looking up at the rooftops.
I let John in, I let him see
Let him change the man I was to be
Concealed my feels, then they started to show
John changed me and I want him to know
Sherlock: It's finally the day
John : finally the day
Sherlock: Nerves won't go away
John: Though I've planned what I will say
Sherlock pulled out his phone
Mycroft, locate John straight away!
The elder Holmes brother blinked as he tried to decide why the hell the single-line phone conversation had been sung to him. I'm agape!
John: for the first time since the fall
Sherlock: I let John in, I let him see
John: Sherlock's not weighing on my mind
Sherlock: Let him change the man I was to be
John: For months I've been a lonely bum
Sherlock: Conceal
John: But now I've finally found love
Sherlock: Conceal my feels, don't let them show!
John: And I'll know before tomorrow
If I will be engaged!
For the first time since the fall
Everything's gone my way
John was so elated by his pep-talk -or pep-song- that he charged forward a few steps in glee, colliding accidentally and painfully with a man on the pavement.
John kept his feet but the man fell on his back, hitting his head rather hard. He clutched it in pain for a moment, eyes closed
John stared in shock.
The man glared up at him and then froze as well.
Silence.
Staring.
Sherlock smiled weakly.
John erupted. "No! DAMN IT! NO! YOU CAN'T POSSIBLY BE DOING, THIS!"
Sherlock got to his fear, a little worse for wear. "Be doing what?" He asked, keeping his arms extended slightly as the world rocked.
"Reappearing after two FUCKING years."
Sherlock hummed. "It's the best time I could have done it."
John glared. "The best time you could have done it was two YEARS AGO!"
"Quit shouting." Sherlock sighed. "You're making a spectacle of us."
"Like you didn't when you jumped off the hospital!?" John said, still shouting, albeit a bit more quietly.
"I had reasons for that that included needing to make it a spectacle. You have no need to be shouting."
John literally growled as he pushed Sherlock up against a building. "Shut the hell up, Sherlock! For once in your life!"
"That's not-"
"I SAID SHUT UP."
Sherlock swallowed, untimely noticing the proximity of John's lips.
Both of them thought in sync:This will be a long day.
Hello agan! I'm on a roll here, aren't I? Hope you enjoyed! A constructively critical review is worth a thousand favorites. Or, well, maybe like fifteen.
Also, I know Sherlock saying feels was a bit unprofessional, but come on here, guys. I have, like, nine songs to parody here and am working on other fics as well.
Fun Fact: The trial name for this fic was Sherozen.
