Prompt: John finds out Sherlock is related to the royal family when they’re invited to tea. He may also be having a slight freak out, he’s not sure if it’s the thought of Sherlock being related to royalty or the Queen thinking they’re a couple that’s causing him the most trouble.
John got out of bed and made his way into the kitchen to make tea, seeing Sherlock already typing away on his laptop.
“You’re finally awake.” John frowned and peered at the clock on the kitchen wall.
“I’ve been awake for hours already as you slept the day away.” John rolled his eyes and ignored Sherlock’s comments. He made Sherlock a cup without asking, placing it on the desk beside him and settling into his chair.
“Have you got a case then?”
“I did. Took twelve and a half minutes to solve. The criminal class has become dreadfully dull.” Sherlocks phone chimed with a text and he picked it up, groaning as he read the text.
“Seems we’re invited to tea at noon.”
John got up to dress but Sherlock stopped him. “If you must wear a jumper, wear a nice one.”
“Why? I thought it was just tea.”
“It is.” John just rolled his eyes and did as Sherlock asked, no doubt Mycroft had something about his clothes.
When John was dressed he gathered his coat and took a look at Sherlock’s clothes. Granted, he always dressed to the nines but he looked far more…posh than usual. John had suspicions, especially as they left the flat and were greeted by a black car, only to find no Mycroft inside. They were off and Sherlock was lost in his phone as usual and John watched as they headed in a complete different direction than usual.
They drove on for some time and John frowned as they began to approach Buckingham Palace.
“Urm…Sherlock? Are we going to Buckingham Palace?”
“Obviously.” John nodded and looked back out at the approaching palace and then back at Sherlock.
“I’m sorry…we’re having tea…here?”
“Again, John. Obvious.”
“I don’t understand.” He was completely baffled. They arrived and their doors were opened, Sherlock waiting for John to join him and then strolling in as if he owned the place. John stared in shock and hesitantly followed after him. No one stopped them, John expected the guards to chase after them.
“Sherlock!” He grabbed on to his sleeve to slow him down. “Tell me why we’re in Buckingham bloody Palace and why no one’s stopping us!”
“Do calm down Doctor Watson.” Mycroft’s drawl sounded behind him. John turned to face Mycroft.
“Are you going to tell me why we’re here?” Mycroft made a disapproving albite amused face at his brother.
“I gather my brother hasn’t told you.”
“Told me what?”
“Sherlock, that was not very considerate. You know how…civilians react to such situations.”
“He would get hysterical, I didn’t want to deal with that for hours.” Sherlock replied.
“Stop talking about me as if I’m not here! Tell me what’s going on!”
Sherlock sighed and pulled off his coat. “We’re having tea with our…I suppose you could say she is our grandmother.” Mycroft nodded in agreement. Sherlock helped John out of his jacket and hung them up outside the door, John was too baffled to comprehend what was happening but he had a nervous feeling.
“Come along then.” Mycroft headed into the doors had come out of and John stopped dead in his tracks. Her Majesty The Queen sat there, looking expectantly at the doors, smiling as she saw Sherlock. To John’s complete horror, Sherlock went over to her and hugged her, even kissing her cheek. John couldn’t move, he felt paralised.
“John. Stop staring and come here.” Sherlock rolled his eyes and took a seat. John hesitantly came over and bowed before the Queen.
“Your Majesty…it’s an honour. Truly.” Sherlock and Mycroft couldn’t hold in their laughs but they were quickly silenced by one look from her.
“There is no need. You must be Doctor Watson. Sherlock has told me about you.” John shakily found the seat next to Sherlock, flushing and looking over at him.
“Has he…” She just smiled, which made John’s stomach flutter and then tea was served. Sherlock and Mycroft were relaxed-themsleves. John on the other hand had a hard time keeping his hands still. The three of them fell into conversation as John just sat there, having a hard time processing everything. Mycroft excused himself at one point to answer a call so The Queen (No…Sherlock’s grandmother?) turned towards Sherlock and John.
“So. When’s the wedding?” John’s eyes widened and Sherlock just huffed.
“John, has very adamantly stated that he is, ‘not gay.’ ” Sherlock waved off her comment.
She gave John a look and then back at Sherlock, “I see.” She turned to John, “John-may I call you John?” He nodded numbly, “Do you find my grandson appealing?”
John couldn’t believe his ears, “I-I’m sorry?”
“You two would make a gorgeous couple.”
Sherlock just chuckled to himself, drinking his tea. “I-I don’t…” John could hardly formulate words. First, he finds Sherlock is bloody royalty and now the Queen was asking him out for Sherlock? He could only imagine that he was dreaming.
“Please, Doctor. I am not blind. Perhaps the both of you are, hm? I see the way you two look at one another when you think the other is not looking.” Both boys started to get uncomfortable then. Sherlock sat his tea down.
“Hush, boy. I will not sit here any longer and see you sacrifice companionship for crime. Doctor Watson, would you find tomorrow at 7pm, a suitable time to have dinner with my grandson?”
“I…I um…” He swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded, “Y-Yes…”
“Very good. Sherlock, dear, come and join your brother and I in a few moments. You two need to talk I presume.” She gave a mischievous grin and left the room.
“Yes John,” Sherlock cut in before he could speak once they were alone, “I am technically royalty-dull-and why did I not tell you? Clearly your response to this is telling enough. And yes, I do wish to go to dinner with you.”
John looked over at Sherlock and suddenly started grinning, barely able to hold in his laugh. “You never fail to surprise me, Sherlock. And, yeah. I’d like dinner too.”
“Good.” Sherlock couldn’t hide the genuine happiness he felt and he got up. “Come on then. I believe our matchmaker wishes to have lunch.”
“Christ. No one’s going to believe I’m having lunch with the bloody Queen.” He followed Sherlock out the doors, “Wait…does that mean you’re a prince? Are you a fucking prince Sherlock?!” John was getting hysterical and Sherlock could only laugh as they walked through the palace to lunch.