Everyone Loves a Ginger
"John what are you doing in there?" asked Sherlock curiously, rapping his knuckles on the bathroom door.
"Don't you dare come in!" John roared.
Silly words to say to Sherlock Holmes really. He picked the bathroom door with ease to find a very shocking sight. John stood in front of him, a towel on his head, and a box of sandy blonde hair dye in his hand.
Sherlock raised his eyebrow at the now flustered doctor. "What in heaven's name are you doing John? That is your natural colour."
"It's this bloody shampoo I bought the other day!" cried John. "It's gone and turned my hair ginger, I look like a right prat."
"Can I see?"
"No. You will laugh."
Sherlock huffed. "When have I ever laughed at you John Watson? Please?"
John let his shoulders drop as a sign of defeat. Sherlock walked over and gently removed the towel from John's head. He had to inhale sharply when he caught sight of John's orange locks.
"Oh god is it really that terrible?" groaned John.
Sherlock couldn't help but run his fingers through the messy hair. Too long for a soldier now, but perfect for Sherlock.
"Oh John," he whispered. "Please, please keep it."