Sunday morning bunnies... it wasn't my intention to expand any more on Greg and Sherlock's accidental musical partnership, but remembering something Sherlock said about John's singing talent while awkwardly babbling his way through, trying to mentally deduce the murder about to happen at John and Mary's wedding. And as I've also heard Martin Freeman singing somewhere on YouTube, it seemed a fitting way to round out the hobbies of this trio of friends and neighbours. Besides, John is too neglected in this universe, it's time to give him a POV!
The Baker Street Trio
Genre:Friendship
Pairings:Greg and Molly, background
Main characters:Greg, Sherlock, John
John Watson, making his way downstairs from 221B and towards 221C, had only intended to track down Molly, wanting to talk to her about their respective work schedules so they may co-ordinate with Rosie's child minder.
He had, in no way, intended to walk in on Greg and Sherlock doing something like that.
He heard the notes and wondered how long he'd been kept in the dark by his best friend, and the bloke who was, by common consent, his second-best friend.
John hummed along to the tune, recognizing it immediately as "Scarborough Fair", and by the time he reached the doorway, was softly singing the words along with it.
Greg and Sherlock, completely engrossed in their practice session, hadn't even seen John in the doorway, let alone heard his contribution to their efforts.
John, his reverie increasing, increased his volume unconsciously as well. Finally Sherlock, with a curious look to Greg, who raised his eyebrow, came to a stop with Greg following almost immediately, leaving John to finish the tail ends of the verse a capella.
"Are you bloody serious?!" Greg had exclaimed with a grin. "I know Sherlock mentioned at your wedding in his best man's speech that you could sing, but I'm not sure I really believed that until now."
"Oh, don't be daft Greg," John said modestly. "Everyone can sing. Just not everyone sounds any good when they sing."
"Well, you're one of those that does," Greg said with finality.
Sherlock smiled serenely at his best friend, uttering words that rarely passed through his lips – "He's right, you know." Sherlock winked for emphasis. "I've heard you many times myself, singing to Rosie. You possess a very fine tenor indeed."
"Oh, give me strength. Look, I apologize for interrupting you, really don't mind me, I'm just looking for Molly, if she's around?" John sounded regretful that he'd allowed himself to horn in on their musical bonding time.
"She's just out walking with the boys," Greg said. "Come on in John, have a little song with us while you wait, if you're in no rush?"
Sherlock stood and offered his chair, shrugging. "Playing the violin is easier from a standing position anyway," he said, gesturing for John to sit.
"Shall we pick up where we left off, or start from the beginning?" Sherlock asked, turning to Greg.
"Hmm, from the top, I think. John, when you're ready?" Greg smiled at both of his friends.
"Alright then, fine, fine, whatever," John sighed, with resignation.
John would never quite understand how he'd managed to get himself roped into something like this, but never, not even once, did he regret it, and he always enjoyed it.
And, so began the little partnership of friends, bonding in an unexpected fashion, that would soon become known simply as "The Baker Street Trio."