Peter Pan
John was unhappy.
He had been caught cutting lost boys free when one of the, truly moronic, members of Hook's crew got the jump on him.
Greg had tried to warn him but he was too busy being angry at the fact that he was a semi-mute fairy to really be of help to John.
The dress was not flattering.
John was dragged, with jeers and catcalls mixing with the applause from the rest of the crew, down into the captain's quarters.
The room, which John, admittedly, had been dragged into/broken into/stolen from before many times, was completely trashed.
The expensive furniture and lavish decorations and treasure remained but was scattered across the room haphazardly. The mahogany desk had been tossed up onto its side and pushed across the room leaving the red velvet, gold trimmed, throne-like chair in the centre of the room.
Lounging in that pretentious chair sat an even more pretentious git, equipped with knee high leather boots, a ridiculously puffy shirt, a captain's hat and… was that an earring?
"You look ridiculous" John was only partly lying.
"Says the man in the dress." Sherlock returned, rearranging his rings carelessly.
John looked as though he were about to argue but looked down at his outfit and decided against it, "I'd say it was a tunic but these tights beg to differ… I miss trousers."
"Captain?" one of the pirates asked, pointing his gun suggestively at John's head while shaking the captive roughly, only to be on the receiving end of one of Sherlock's famous withering glares.
"That was the old regime Anderson. I have better things to do with my time then obsess over John." He said with a dismissive wave. Anderson glared at Sherlock then turned to take his leave with Sally hot on his heels.
"What happened to the last guy? Hook?" John asked confusedly as the lackey's followed Sherlock's orders with only a few mutinous remarks.
Sherlock jumped to his feet and began pacing "Oh I overthrew him, his system was highly inefficient, he spent far too much time chasing children and running from ticking alligators."
"It was a crocodile!" a voice from inside the closet called "Sherlock this is highly inappropriate!"
"Quiet brother." Sherlock called back.
John turned to stare at Sherlock critically. "Wait, Hook's you're brother? You overthrew your own brother?"
Sherlock nodded absentmindedly "I steal his ship when he's irritating."
John paused thoughtfully deciding that familial betrayal wasn't so bad considering Mycroft had been trying to kill him for years.
He grinned "Brilliant."
A/N: The casting in my brain was much different then it turned out because I simply couldn't resist making Sherlock a pirate. I'd like to think that John would be more like Disney Peter rather than book Peter... book Peter creeps me out. Thanks for reading!