Freaky Forensics! Pt. 1
A Sherlock Fanfiction
Rated: T (for some language but really who cares)
After Sherlock and John eat fortune cookies with mysterious messages at a restaurant, some freaky things start to happen. (It’s kind of like Freaky Friday/Sherlock mashup)
“Sherlock! You little cock! How would you feel if someone had said that to you?” John and Sherlock had been bickering all night long, and the rest of the Police department had been sitting with them, awkwardly trying to bring up new conversation topics.
The waiter strolled over to their table with a handful of fortune cookies. “Here you go,” he said, giving a fortune cookie to each person individually. “We make our own fortune cookies, you know. The owner of the restaurant is a bit.. psychic, you know?” His jaunty attitude was contagious and made everyone at the table happy except for John and Sherlock.
Everyone opened their fortune cookies and began to share: Lestrade had some gibberish about earning money in the new future and it made him peculiarly excited; Molly had something a bit darker about losing someone she loved and it automatically put her into a slump; Anderson’s was hopelessly confusing (Never shall the light shine on those who pass); yet, Sherlock and John’s were the strangest.
“What you got, Sherlock?” Lestrade managed to get out with both his and Molly’s cookies in his mouth.
Sherlock reread his out loud, “A journey soon begins, its prize reflected in another’s eyes. When what you see is what you lack, then selfless love will change you back.”
“Freaky Friday, eh? This place is cheesier than I thought.” Anderson smirked while handing his cookie to Lestrade.
“How do you know what Freaky Fri-“Molly started to say but was cut off by John.
“Seriously?!” We have the same one.” He read it again and then passed it around, almost beet red in the face.”
“Well, you never know,” Donovan teased, “It could be true.”
Later that night, John picked up the fortune and read it again quietly to himself. Then, he tossed it aside because of the ridiculousness of it.
BEEP BEEP BEEP! The alarm clock had been ringing for five minutes straight. Sometimes Sherlock would let it run on for a few seconds extra, but this was simply absurd. Strangely, also, the alarm sound seemed to come from John’s left side, not the room over. Perhaps Sherlock accidentally put it in my room, John thought. He reached over and pressed the button on top, still blinking dazedly.
Suddenly, he realized that he wasn’t where he was supposed to be. Why am I in Sherlock’s room? He looked around, but Sherlock wasn’t in the bed next to him. Then he got up, tiptoeing around the piles of books that Sherlock always seemed to leave around. He finally managed to get to the door, but as he was leaving, he bumped his head on the top of the doorframe.
“Sherlock?! Sherlock?” John called through the apartment. He looked in the kitchen, but Sherlock wasn’t in there. Then he looked in the living room. Sherlock was nowhere to be found, so John figured that he would continue with his morning routine. He stumbled over to the bathroom and opened the unlocked the door, and he figured that Sherlock had just forgot to lock it.
“Oh, sorry. Sherlock. Tell me when you get out.”
“No, John. Come in. This is absolutely fascinating.”
John slowly opened the door, “I swear to God, Sherlock. If you show me your dick again, I will-“
A small man was looking in the mirror with his mouth completely open, examining every one of his teeth. He then went on to opening his eyes as wide as he could and looking at the blond hair at the top of his head. It started to sink in for John.
“Sherlock. Why am I standing in front of the mirror?”
“Well,” Sherlock said while exploring his ears, “I guess that fortune cookie didn’t lie.”
End of part 1