Endless Wedge

Warnings: very OOC characters, spelling/grammar errors, really bad writing in general , very old fic I found lying on my phone

["text"] - song lyrics
'Text' - thoughts
"Text" - speech

Disclaimer: I don't own Sherlock or the song 'Endless Wedge'

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The Yard decided to throw a small Christmas party with only a few people outside of the yard invited. Sherlock included, as well as a few family relatives and friends. Sherlock never truly wanted to go. All he wanted to do was to curl up on his couch in his lonely flat. Alone. Lestrade, however, threatened to not give him a case for 3 months. This immediately made Sherlock agree, besides he didn't even feel like argueing that Lestrade and his minions can't do anything without him. He just didn't feel like it. The snow kept on bringing back painful memories of her. No one knows about her obviously, except for Sherlock himself.

Standing there in the shadowy corner, Sherlock sneered at all the dancing people in disdain. 'Idiots. Every single one them of them.' His thoughts were bitter. He hated how happy they all were.

"Sherlock what are you doing stading there, looking all depressed" said Lestrade as his eyes settled on the younger man's form.

Sherlock opened his mouth to retort but was cut off rather rudely.

"If the freak wants to be miserable on such a wonderful day then just leave him. Freak obviously don't know how to be happy" said mockingly by Donovan who surprisingly didn't have Anderson following her around being the useless lump that he is.

He replied with a quick depreciating stare before turning his head away distractedly looking around the room, letting his thoughts consume him once more.

He noted that Anderson was on stage (set up for the occasion) speaking. "The yearly singing contest is starting. As you all know all the competitors have to sing an original song composed by themselves. Now for our first singer..."

Sherlock lost interest at this point. Donovan just gave him one last glare before walking away in a huff to who knows where. Lestrade continued to stare at him with a concerned look.

"Stop. Whatever it is you're thinking, don't. We both know that I didn't want to be here." Sherlock said before Lestrade could even open his mouth.

"I know, but take care of yourself. Try to at least have a litte fun. Alright?" Sherlock gave a curt nod in reply before looking away, not bothering on pointing how ludicrous his statement was.

He spent the following moments within the walls of his mind, barely processing the fact that his name was said.

"This year's definitely a tough one with all these wonderful performances. Now our final contestant". Anderson read the list again incredulously.  "No... That can't be right... Sherlock Holmes?" Anderson managed to spit out. His eyes widening almost comically.

"Yes me, or can't your non-existant brain comprehend that" Sherlock said rudely as he walked.

Anderson mockingly laughed, snapping out of his dumbfounded trance. "This should be interesting. Well the stage is yours" exaggeratedly gesturing towards the stage.

Sherlock ignored him and strode towards the stage. Purposely ignoring the astonished looks sent his way. He sat in front of the piano and stretched his fingers, sighing deeply.

"This song is for... someone's who's very dear to me" Sherlock said softly, still ignoring the crowd who looked at him as if he grew another head.

As the first notes were played, everyone went silent.