keep_counting | Fic: Movie Night (Sherlock BBC)

Title: Movie Night
Characters/Pairings: Sherlock, John (no slash)
Rating: PG13
Warnings: Silliness, spoilers for Deathly Hallows, more silliness. Sherlock acting cracktastically out of character. Well-intentioned Titanic-bashing
Genre: Humor/Pure crack
Word-count: 477
Disclaimer: I own neither Sherlock nor Harry Potter, no matter how much I may wish I did.
A/N: Yes, I realize that DH wouldn't be on any TV-station yet, so this is set in the future ;-) it was inevitable that I did this one day!
Summary: John and Sherlock watch 'Deathly Hallows Part 2' with some... unexpected reactions.

Movie Night

John sighed heavily at the credits rolling, swiftly pulling out the remote and turning the TV off.

“I am sort of disappointed we didn’t go see this on the big screen,” He muttered, voicing his regret for perhaps the hundredth time. “It would have been great.”

A low, affirmative sound came from his side. Sherlock was sitting curled up in the other end of the couch, legs pulled up and a pillow hugged close to his chest. His face was hid in the pillow, leaving him in a slouched and crumpled position.

“Sherlock…” John slowly reached out, prodding at the other man’s shoulder with his finger. “Sherlock… are you… are you crying?”

A glimpse of a tear-streaked face that was glaring at him, was all he got, before said face was buried in the pillow again.

“Of course not. Don’t be ridiculous.”

“Are you actually… crying… over Harry Potter?”

A sniff. “No,” Sherlock’s voice was muffled and he sounded very defensive. John was staring in open-mouthed surprise.

“You’re… but… it…” He choked out. “It’s… it’s just a film, Sherlock.”

He was met with a snort this time. “Not what you said when we watched Titanic.”

“HEY! Low-blow,” John hissed, folding his arms over his chest. “But… seriously, Harry Potter?”

“You were the one gushing about the books earlier,” Sherlock retorted, finally lifting his face. “You sounded as if that Rowling-person was some sort of genius...”

“She is,” John snapped, determined not to be outdone. To his great surprise, Sherlock only blinked and then burst into tears again, sobbing into the pillow.

“Oh, you’re right!” He managed to get out, taking a deep breath and drying away the tears with the sleeves of his robe. “She is, she really is…”

“Sherlock!”

“What? Why can’t I be caught up in a beautiful story as well as you?”

“But… you… it… sociopath!”

“Doesn’t mean I don’t have feelings.”

“Yes, that is what it means.”

Sherlock cocked his head to the side, now staring at the black screen. “High-functioning sociopath.”

“With a soft spot for love stories? Nah, can’t be right. You thought Titanic was horrible.”

“That’s because it is horrible. It is completely unlikely that something like that should have happened and the actors look like children.”

“Oh, and it is very likely that something like Harry Potter would happen?” John teased. “And half the characters in that are teenagers.”

“People claim Titanic could have happened, whereas everyone knows that Harry Potter isn’t real,” Sherlock concluded, hugging the pillow even closer. “The love story in Titanic is shrill and obnoxious and in Harry Potter it’s…” but he never got to finish that sentence as he burst into tears yet again, mumbling about ‘death eaters’ and ‘patronus’ and ‘so sad’.

John made an almost scared noise in the back of his throat. “Really, Sherlock…” he mumbled. “You never cease to amaze me.”