Sherlock One Shots

Party Time (Sherlock Ending)

"(Y/N)!" Everyone but Sherlock and Mycroft sighed. Molly held up the bowl.
"You take something from this bowl. That item will belong to somebody in this circle. Whoever it belongs to, goes in the cupboard with you. It's not difficult!"
"Yes, I know!" You persisted. "But I don't get the point. Why am I being shoved in a wardrobe like Harry Potter?"
"Harry lived in the cupboard under the stairs actually." Lestrade cut in. Sherlock rolled his eyes.
"Shut up Gareth."
"Look. It doesn't matter." You continued. "I don't understand and I don't think I ever will."
"I could teach you."
"Anderson, as usual, nobody asked for your input. Turn around. Your face is distracting." Sulkily, he turned around as Molly thrust the bowl towards you. With a heavy, and somewhat exaggerated sigh, you reached in and pulled out a camera phone. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Who's could this be? The confusion was short lived for as soon as you looked up, you was greeted with Sherlock's blush.
"Aww. Two freaks in a pod!" Donavon called out as you and the curly haired detective awkwardly shuffled into the cupboard together.
"You can turn around too!" Sherlock yelled as the door was slammed inches away from his cheekbone.

"So..." You looked into the gentle darkness around you, just making out the tall figure of your college.
"John and Mary, well mostly Mary, told me something that interested me yesterday."
"Oh yes?" You replied coyly. "What would that be?"
"They told me about this game. Well, Molly told me all about it and about her experiences and John sat in the corner looking displeased." A giggle escaped your lips.
"Nobody told me that this was going to happen."
"Well yes... you see... I was wondering if you would like me to... 'enlighten' you?"
Knowing what he meant, you stood silently. Sherlock Holmes is a sociopath, much like yourself. You're no stranger to only wanting someone because they have something you need.
"What could you possible want or need that I have or could get you?"
"You have love, don't you? Oh! How does that song go?" His foot hit the floor with frustration. You put a hand on his shoulder to balance yourself (you had to go on tip-toes. Come on, the guy is like, 6 foot tall) and softly sing in his ear.
"I need your love, I need your time. When everything's wrong, I'll make it right." His arms wrapped around your waist and he sung back.
"I feel so high, I've come alive. I need to be free with you tonight. I need your love." With a blush and a smile, you and the curly haired detective found yourselves nose to nose.
"Can I have your love?" He asked seriously.
"Always." Your lips met as the door was opened and the harsh office lights flooded into the small space. There was a chorus of 'awws'.
"See! I told you lot! Two freaks in a pod!"