Someone wrote in [personal profile] sherlockbbc_fic 2012-01-06 01:03 am (UTC)

Cos I'm a Rocket Man... Part 3/3

No one clapped. They just looked at him. He looked back. No one was sure what to say. Sherlock didn't know what to do either really. So he just nodded and handed the microphone to Mrs Hudson and then proceeded to help himself to more Gin.

Mrs Hudson responded by nodding and looking at her tenant carefully. "Have you had musical training?"

"No Mrs Hudson I have not."

"Because Sherlock. You hit a high A without breathing exercises. You're not meant to do that. But you did! And-"

"I think what Mrs Hudson is trying to say is-"

"I think what Lestrade is trying to say is ... How?"

"Well my dearest Rocket Man. It's elementary."

"It's really not Sherlock. And what was the dancing? Where did you learn that? The hip gyrations were... a surprise..."

"I mimicked performances of note."

"Who have you been watching?!" Watson's yet to be unnamed girlfriend quipped.

He did not dignify this with an answer. He turned to the rest of the room and sighed "So you enjoyed it?"

"We fucking loved it!" Lestrade looked beside himself, he then seemed to buckle into laughter. "I don't think I've ever seen you have so much fun!" More smiles seemed to pass around the room and Sherlock was hit with a remarkable warmth and acceptance.

Sherlock blinked. Well. That was... interesting. It was rare that Sherlock was surprised by himself, rare that he was surprised by people. But on this occasion he was baffled by both. In celebration he deducted it was time for more Gin.

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