“Mummy! I’m off!” Sherlock announced in an excited flurry as he rushed into the kitchen, duffle thrown over his shoulder, and shoving last minute items inside. “Don’t let Father forget to pick us up at the station Sunday night,” he reminds her for the second time this morning.
“Sherlock, just because I gave up a career to take care of you and your brother, does not mean I’ve also given up all of my brain cells.” She glares at him with mock annoyance.
“There, there Mummy. No need to fret. I’ll only be gone the weekend to scout some Uni’s. I won’t actually be leaving until next fall.” Sherlock taunts wickedly.
“Well thank heavens, we shall treasure these next few months as if they were our last on earth!” Mrs. Holmes raises her arms towards the ceiling, and her face is scrunched up in fake agony.
“Alright, Mummy. You win. But only because I can hear Harry’s truck coming along now.” Sherlock raises his eyebrows before hoping over to kiss his mother on the cheek. He also snags the bag of goodies she made for them, not that he’d needed it. He was seventeen already, almost an adult, but she did make the most amazing chocolate croissants, so he couldn’t not take them.
“Riiiiight,” she answers sarcastically before calling after his quickly receding figure bounding out the front door. “Have fun and be safe, my darling boy!”
Sherlock hopes Harry and John didn’t hear that, as he tosses his large bag into bed of the truck, and climbs into the cab.
“Well, hello there darling boy!” Harry jibes at him the moment he slides in, but he’s too excited to get upset, so he rolls his eyes dramatically.
“Just get us to the station without killing us, Harry.” Sherlock commands as he squishes more than necessary against John in the middle seat.
John’s face flushes at the contact, “Sherlock,” he greets him tersely, and Sherlock nods in reply.
Thankfully, Harry likes her music loud, and The Misfits blast the entire ride. Once they get to the station, she barely slows down before the pair of them are shoved out of the truck. They scramble to snag their bags before she leaves.
“Catch ya later losers. Have fun at snooty mc snobby pants schools!” She shouts through the open window, before screeching away, ‘Last Caress’ fading into the distance.
Sherlock pulls at his slacks and button down shirt, “Ugh. I have to get out of these boy clothes.”
“Oh, is today a female day?” John asks casually, he’s used to his genderfluid partner alternating between cismale, transwoman, and agender.
“Yup. Let’s go find a bathroom so I can get into some proper clothes.” Sherlock announces while patting his overly stuffed duffle.
John nods and follows Sherlock into the train station.
They find the Men’s and Women’s restrooms, but neither of those will work. They hunt around for a while, before finally finding a ‘family’ single stall bathroom.
“Be right back. Go buy our tickets, this might take awhile.” Sherlock orders, and John obeys. He knows that Sherlock will remain stroppy until she’s feeling more at ease with her exterior matching her interior.
John takes his time, and even stops to buy a magazine he thinks Sherlock will like, Chemistry World, before heading back to the bathroom.
Once he returns, she’s still not out, so John knocks heavily on the door. “Sherlock, we need to get moving. Our train leaves in ten,” John shouts until he feels the door moving and steps back. Sherlock emerges from the smelly joint, and John’s jaw literally drops.
She is a vision, wearing a floral print, midriff baring top, with high waisted jean shorts, and gladiator sandals. She fluffs her perfect hair, and plops red heart-shaped sunglasses on her beautiful face. She smacks her red lips together a few times, as she looks around. “Alright, I’m ready. Let’s go,” she says with an air of finality that snaps John out of his daydream.
“Yeah…yeah, this way.” John reluctantly tears his eyes away from his beautiful girlfriend, and leads them to the platform.
“I can’t believe you got me to lie this big, to my parents.” John worries as they sit side-by-side on the fast moving train.
“Well we couldn’t exactly tell them the truth! Hey Mom, hey Dad, my genderfluid partner and I want to go to London Pride this weekend to walk in the parade. Yeah! That would go over like a lead balloon! John, trust me. This was the only way.”
John gives a tiny nod, and Sherlock squeezes his hand, and then clutches it into her lap with both hands.
“Don’t worry too much love, we are going to have so much fun, you won’t even have time to freak out.” Sherlock boasts, and stares into John’s eyes for agreement.
“You’re right. I should just enjoy myself. I mean, it’s too late now, eh?” John concludes with a wide smile. “Let’s have a ball, baby!”
Sherlock closes her eyes, and leans back into the seat, but the grin remains on her perfect ruby lips.