John POV

I was entering the flat, shopping hanging on either arm, when I heard the noise of Sherlock cursing in the bathroom. I frowned an left the shopping on the table, heading over to the bathroom and knocking softly,

"Sherlock? Are you alright?" There was a crash and a voice called out, desperately,

"Fine! Stay out there, don't come in!" I frowned and there was another curse and a yelp and a loud crash, followed by a moan of pain,

"Sherlock, I'm coming in!"

I ignored his protests and quickly unlocked the door, using my nails to turn the lock and force the door open. Sherlock whipped around, throwing a towel over his head,

"Sherlock? What on Earth are you doing?" He parted the towel slightly, peering out from beneath it as he sat on the toilet seat and tried to look casual,

"What do you mean? I was just brushing my teeth…"
"Then why do you have a towel on your head?" He faltered for a second,
"I… I didn't want to get toothpaste in my hair?"
"You're not rapunzel, Sherlock. I doubt you'll get toothpaste in your hair… unless you dump a tube on top of your head."

His eyes flickered across the room, widening as he spotted something, but they whipped back to me to try and cover up his reaction. I was too fast however and shot across the room, snatching up whatever had caught his attention. It was a small box and I turned it over, blinking in surprise,

"This is hair dye removal… why are you removing hair dye? Do you… do you dye your hair?" He shrunk in on himself, clutching the towel even tighter,

"I needed to take out the colour which is normally in for the new dye to work for a case… I wanted to change the colour completely, you just caught me before I could put the new colour in."
"So you don't normally have dark brown hair?" He grimaced and shook his head, a look of shame crossing his features,

"No…"

His grip loosened slightly and I snatched the towel away, throwing it into the corner and unveiling the only slightly damp hair beneath… shock filled every inch of my body as I took in Sherlock Holmes' natural hair colour,

"This is why you're eyebrows don't match your hair… you're… you're…

"Say it John, it's the reason I'm a sociopath… I don't have a soul-"

"YOU'RE A GINGER!"

AN. I couldn't resist… this story is dedicated to the sexy natural red head Benedict Cumberbatch – I actually adore red hair and contrary to popular belief I do think that gingers have souls