Oneshots

BBC Sherlock- Birthday

You woke up feeling better than usual. You sat up and stretched before placing your hand in the spot where your boyfriend should have been, but he wasn't. This wasn't a big surprise but you thought maybe today he would stay and cuddle, seeing as it was your birthday. Not minding it too much you got up and put on your favorite blouse along with some pants. You slipped on some flats and looked at your outfit, making sure it was wrinkle free before fixing your hair. You walked out of the bedroom and headed to the living room where Sherlock was standing and staring out the window. "Good morning, I would like some tea." You say hoping he would do it for you.

"That sounds nice, make some for me while you're at it." Sherlock responded, you sighed and walked to the kitchen. You had been Sherlock and John's secretary before Sherlock asked you on a date. You still helped but not as much anymore. As you poured the hot water into cups you thought about what might happen today. You hoped Sherlock would take the day off to spend with you, or at least have a dinner planned.

You picked up the cups and started to walk out of the kitchen when Sherlock walked into you, causing the hot liquid to spill all over you. "Sherlock!" You said as you placed the empty cups down and looked at your ruined shirt.

"You should watch where you're going and be less clumsy." He told you, causing you to look up at him with confusion.

"You knew I was going to bring the tea out to you so why did you come in here?" You asked him.

"I wanted to know what was taking you so long." You opened your mouth to shoot something back but decided against it and walked out of the kitchen. You went back to the bedroom and changed both your shirt and pants. You sat on the edge of the bed for a moment before leaving the room.

"John and Mary are coming over later." Sherlock informed me when I entered.

"Right, so this place better be clean." You looked around to the empty cups, papers, napkins, and overall mess.

"Yes. I'm going to the office to see if Lestrade has any new cases." Sherlock picked up his coat and left.

"Happy birthday by the way.... I love you darling..... See you later...." You mumbled a fake conversation under your breath as you started to pick up things. You and Sherlock had been dating for three years. Usually your sister would come over, reminding Sherlock, and spend the day with you. This year she couldn't, but that doesn't make up for your own boyfriend forgetting your birthday.

By the time you finished cleaning it was almost time for Mary and John to get there. Sherlock had just walked through the door when you sat down. You heard him scoff as he hung up his coat.

"What's the matter with you?" You asked him.

"Mary and John are going to be here soon and you are just sitting around." Sherlock responded, normally he was not this mean. Especially when you two were alone, he was kind and sweet, not today though.

"I've just finished cleaning your messes up. What has got your knickers in a twist?" You turned to look at him.

"You have been irritable today, and Lestrade had no new cases." He said simply. You stood up and stared at him.

"Tell me this is all some big joke right now."

"A joke of what?" Sherlock responded.

"You have been mean since this morning. And normally I would push it off, but not today. And you have these moments where you become so rude and mean. You act like the king of everything but you NOT. It's my birthday. I expected you to remember but of course you didn't because it's not about you. Not everything is about you so stop acting like it and stop throwing tantrums when it's not. Start acting like a good boyfriend, no, a good person in general. You don't do anything nice for me anymore, you barely spend time with me, and you expect me to clean everything for you." You watched him hoping to get some emotion out of him but nothing happened. You held back tears as you spoke. "I can't do this anymore... We are done Sherlock." You pushed past him and grabbed a suitcase you packed earlier. You knew this moment was coming so you prepared. You walked to the door taking one last glance at the man, who was frozen in the living room. "Good bye, Sherlock." You walked out and left the building. John and Mary were about to enter when you exited. "I'm leaving Sherlock... I'll be at my sisters if you need me. And John don't tell him." You say and hail a taxi, leaving behind someone who you thought loved you.