Sleeping Beauty
John scaled the wall of the castle, hauling himself through the thorn rimmed window at the very bloody top of the highest bloody tower in the middle of the biggest bloody castle he'd ever seen in his life.
Compared to this, fighting off the weirdly fabulous Moriarty dragon had been surprisingly easy.
John sat there panting for a moment before hauling himself to his feet.
This was the moment he had been waiting for; just behind the curtains of that four poster bed would be the most beautiful girl in the world. He hoped she'd be smart, artistic maybe, hopefully a little odd, like him.
John steeled himself to move closer, extending his arm to push aside the curtains so he could meet the love of his life.
He yanked the curtain aside and glanced down eagerly at his princess's face.
"Oh hell no."
Sherlock lay sprawled over the bed, drooling slightly, inexplicably sporting a fetching mauve dress.
John reached out and roughly shook Sherlock "get up Sherlock, I am not kissing you, you twit." Sherlock still would not stir so, sighing, John kissed his hand then slapped the other man across the face.
"…B-bor…"
"…What?"
Sherlock moaned "Booooooreeed!"
John rolled his eyes "Oh for God's sake, Sherlock get up."
Sherlock shook himself before opening his eyes lazily. A pause hung in the air before Sherlock finally asked, "John, why am I wearing a dress?"
"Moriarty probably thought it'd be funny" John snorted, he hated to say it but Moriarty was right.
Sherlock did not miss the barely concealed laughter, he crossed his arms haughtily and said "If you must know it is extremely liberating."
"You'd make a horrible cross-dresser Sherlock" John sighed before looking around himself seriously. "Well, come on Princess we need to figure out how to get the hell out of here before either of us go insane… or more so than usual."