The Final Message [One-Shot] Sneak Peak

WARNING: THIS IS A FANFICTION, IF YOU HAVE NOT SEEN SHERLOCK OR WANT TO, I SUGGEST YOU DO NOT READ THIS BECAUSE IT DOES CONTAIN SPOILERS. IF YOU DON'T CARE, THEN READ AWAY.

"Dad, can you tell Sherlock to please calm down?"

"He's not going to listen, instead he'll become an even bigger thorn in my ass."

"I'm not worried" Sherlock announced as he walked into John's living room. "I just want things to go right."

Rosie rolled her eyes and took another sip of soda from her Coke can. John crossed his arms and watched as Sherlock skimmed the house, probably doing calculations on how high each banner and balloon should be. Ironically enough, that was exactly what Sherlock was doing. Measurements and numbers zoomed across his mind and what part of the decorations he was looking at. There was one banner that particularly irritated Sherlock, and that was the banner hung on the staircase that was close to the front door.

It was centered poorly, and there were two deductions he couldn't shake off. If the banner was placed higher, the strong breeze of people opening and closing the front door would off center it even more. If it was placed lower, the people coming in would skim it or trip over it causing it to tear.

"Rosie!" Sherlock shouted.

"I'm right behind you, there's no need to shout" she answered, already feeling irritated.

"Can't we move this somewhere else? If we keep it here and move it up-"

"Sherlock," Rosie sighed. "Please just leave it there. I know that it's crooked and it's driving you mad, but I'm not moving it."

He turned around with a perplexed look on his face. She just gave him a “please-just-stop” look and took another sip of her soda. Sherlock had never grown used to Rosie's impertinence, it was too much like Mary's. In fact, Rosie herself looked too much like Mary. The same round head and sharp jaw, as well as soft blonde hair. Her bright smile and eyes could make any head turn and give her their full attention.

There were small differences though, it’s something that actually fascinated Sherlock. Rosie’s eyes were both green and blue, she had been born with heterochromia. On top of that, she preferred to keep her hair longer, a little below her breasts. During that day, Rosie threw it up into a messy bun and walked around in an old t-shirt and sweatpants. That also bothered Sherlock.

“Why aren’t you dressed? Guests will be showing up in two hours!” He said.

Rosie smiled. “I’ll get dressed soon, don’t worry.”

Sherlock started to become more and more impatient. There he stood in his nice button up purple shirt that hugged his skinny and fit chest a little too tight and black trousers, ready for this party. Then there was Rosie, who looked like she was about to go to sleep. “If you’re waiting for Andrea to come round, she’s going to be late. She lives on the other side town and it’s Saturday which means traffic is particularly bad today. You’re waiting for her to arrive at two, but she won’t be here until two thirty. The party starts at three and you don’t want to be late so I suggest you start getting ready now.”

Rosie stopped sipping her Cola and blinked once. “Alright then, thank you for that break down.”

As she made her way toward the stairs, Sherlock was waiting for the perfect time to move the banner elsewhere. By the time she reached the top, he already began taking it down.

“Leave the banner where it is, Sherlock!” Rosie shouted from upstairs.

He groaned and stopped trying to take it down. His name was called from the kitchen, it was John. Upon entering, chips, fruit, and all sorts of snacks as well as different drinks were set up on the marble kitchen counter. Cups, paper plates, napkins were placed everywhere for everyone to pick up. John had just finished setting them up and was already dressed in his blue jeans and a nice button up shirt which Sherlock noticed were ironed particularly well. He was trying to make a better impression on Rosie’s friends, but God knows how she’ll react to it. To Sherlock, it was quite clear John had called him in to talk about something, most likely give him a lecture.

“If you're going do nothing but give me a headache, then please just stop now” Sherlock said.

“No,” John retorted while pointing his index finger at his best friend. “Please listen to Rosie and I. You're worrying too much and causing too much of a fuss. You know that she wants this to be a bit more casual because she’ll be going out tonight to dinner with her fr-”

“Yes,” Sherlock rudely interrupted. “And there two boys will try to win her over which will make her slightly uncomfortable and want the night to end. One boy she’s torn between just friendship or kicking his arse out the door, and the other she had already developed feelings for. Andrea will sit next to her rooting for the two of them while the other boy stabs into his food angrily. Doesn't sound like a great birthday to me, which is why I want to make this perfect.”

John balled his hands into a fist and groaned. “Sherlock, promise me you won't tell her that. Just let her have this day.”

Sherlock rose an eyebrow. He was actually confused at what John had said. “Why wouldn't I tell her? This is her big party after all.”

“Just please don't, alright?” John asked. Sherlock nodded and turned around to leave the room.

“One more thing,” John called after him.

Sherlock felt that he was on the verge of tearing his messy, curly hair out of its roots. “Yes, I know, don't be a massive cock to her friends.”

[Author's Note]

Criticism is appreciated on this, I'd love to hear some thoughts on it. Also, if you guys liked it and want me to post the entire one-shot, please to comment and tell me. Thank you all for all of the support, you're all amazing. x