Hi! This my first attempt at writing something... Ever, really. Bear this in mind whilst reading the unbearable cheese of my story! Please?
Thank you so much for clicking on this. You're a star, you really are.
A little bit of fluff because I'm no good at the serious drama deal. Maybe I'll try it, but for the moment I'll stick to ruining comedies thank you :)
Apoligies for any spelling mistakes or grammatical errors, I was in a daze whilst writing due to the large ammount of sugar in my system.
Plot: John is amazed to find that Sherlock has never heard of Halloween. Sherlock discovers the joy of the alcohol/sugar fuelled craziness, and perhaps something more.
I am unsure of the rating system at the moment, but I don't think it should be more that a T. If it is, please review or message me so I can change it!

See you at the end!

Cryptic Nymph

"Dear God Sherlock, what have you done?"

It was a cold, October evening. The leaves were falling from the trees and the nights were getting colder, but this was of no relevance to Sherlock Holmes.

"It's an experiment."

John gazed in incredulity at the human hand that Sherlock was cradling in his thin, pale arms. He appeared to be stroking it. Amazingly, this wasn't the weirdest thing that he had caught Sherlock doing during their time as flatmates.

"Well, will you at least stop experimenting in the living room?"

Sherlock glared at John like a petulant child. "Fine." He stalked away and put the hand back in the fridge. At least that was something. John placed the shopping down on the kitchen table and began to unpack it. God knows Sherlock wasn't going to help him.

Sherlock grabbed his expensive, designer coat. "John, we're going out tonight. I have some thinking to do."

"I can't tonight. I'm going to a party."

"What?" Sherlock looked shocked. "You hate parties."

"I know," John sighed. "But every year Harry holds a special Halloween party, and I have to go so she doesn't drink her own body weight in alcohol. It's bad enough when I'm there!"

Sherlock scowled and sat down in the living room again. "Halloween?"

John stared at him in disbelief. "You don't know about Halloween? Seriously?"

"What does it matter?" snapped Sherlock, irritated. "I've told you before, it doesn't make any difference!"

John chuckled and sat down next to him. "Well, it's an old holiday. I think it has something to do with All Hallows Eve, where the spirits of the dead can come back for one night."

Sherlock snorted. "Rubbish."

"Well, nowadays it's just an excuse for kids to dress up and eat sweets and for adults to get drunk and have sex."

Sherlock raised an eyebrow. "You wouldn't be so stupid as to cheat on Sarah, now would you John?"

John blushed a little, and scratched the back of his head, looking sheepish. "There wouldn't be anything there for me to cheat on. She dumped me yesterday."

"Oh…" Sherlock started, unsure of how to deal with this delicate matter. What surprised him is how much he hated the idea of making John feel uncomfortable. He frowned.

"So I've got to go," John said quickly, changing the subject. "But I'm sure if you want to come you can. Harry loves people."

"I don't think so. Drunken idiots and chocolate? Not my idea of fun."

"But hitting a corpse with a riding crop is?" John retorted.

Sherlock glowered again. "A man's alibi depended on it."

John smiled and got up. "Ok. But if you feel like coming later, I'll leave the address on the table. I think you'd make a great vampire."

"You are seriously going in costume?" Sherlock lay down on the sofa.

"Well, no. But only because I can't find one that I can pull off. It's just a bit of fun, Sherlock."

"It is a ridiculous idea and I will have no part in it." He rolled over and settled into his favourite sulking pose.

John sighed. "I'll see you later then." Sherlock heard the door shut quietly behind him.

Yeah, so it's not great. But I swear it gets better!