Tag Me a Good One

Rating: K

Pairings: Sherlolly and John/Mary

Author's Note: Whoa another one? Yeah. I've had this idea for quite some time and I'm not sure if it's been done before but I don't think so. I don't want it to seem like I stole someone's idea!

The Best Friend Tag

"Is this really necessary Molly?"

Sherlock glared at his wife who was trying to work the camera. John tried to stay out of it, but he'll admit he was a bit uncomfortable although he knew they should do this.

"Yes! Like John said, the people like to know you're human! But you always say John gets you wrong so we'll hear both sides with this." Molly furrowed her brows as she looked at all the options on the camera screen and pressed one, turning the screen black and white, "Oh dear…"

"Molly, love, you are technology blind. Give it here." Sherlock stuck out his hand and raised his eyebrows when Molly smacked it away.

"No! You'll just break it and then we won't be able to do this."

"What makes you think Sherlock would do that?" John said chuckling at their little squabble.

Molly smiled at John and Sherlock glared at both of them.

"You're sarcasm is noted, John."

John winked at Molly and she giggled again at Sherlock's huff of annoyance. She returned to fumbling with the camera.

"Ooh! I got it!"

Sherlock and John turned their attention to the screen; John immediately smiling and Sherlock narrowing his eyes.

"This is ridiculous."

"It'll be fine, Sherlock," John nudged his friend with his elbow and returned his attention to the screen, "Right okay, since we are… best friends, me and Sherlock-"

"Sherlock and I."

John looked over to Sherlock and rolled his eyes.

"Sherlock and I decided we would do this whole new internet craze called the best friend tag."

"Actually, Molly decided it," Sherlock crossed his arms and looked behind the camera to scolding looking Molly.

"Yes, well, we are doing it, aren't we?" John tried to regain control of the situation and smiled at the camera.

"Yes, although I choose to resent the fact that we are."

A sandal came off camera and flew atop Sherlock's head.

"Why would you-!?" Sherlock rubbed his head and was shushed by John.

"Behave, Sherlock."

Molly nodded to John and motioned for them to continue.

"Right, so the best friend tag are just some questions-"

"They'll understand what it is when they see it John, lord they're not that stupid."

Another sandal hit Sherlock's head.

"For god's sake, Molly, stop hitting me!" Sherlock exclaimed, rubbing his bruised head.

"You deserve it Sherlock, now shush. Molly just," John sighed and waved his hand around, "What's the first question?"

Molly cleared her throat and a sheet of paper could be heard behind camera. Sherlock rolled his eyes.

"How and when did you meet?"

"Oh this is interesting, see I'd just-"

"Very interesting."

John elbowed Sherlock and continued.

"I'd just returned from Afghanistan and I was looking for a flat mate. Funny enough so was Sherlock and I met up with an old friend, Mike Stamford and-"

"Isn't this on your blog?"

"Yeah, it is, why?"

"They can just look it up there, next question, Molly."

John scoffed and shook his head.

"Oh, um okay. What's your favorite memory together?"

"My favorite memory is telling Sherlock about the Solar System."

Molly and John giggled and Sherlock sighed deeply.

"Oh yes, haha! How amusing! Sherlock doesn't know the sun revolves around us," Sherlock's voice suddenly went from fluffy to deadly serious, "It. Is. Not. Important."

(That only made Molly and John laugh harder.)

"We revolve around the sun!"

"Describe each other in one word."

"Arrogant."

"Persistent."

"What's your favorite makeup- oh hold on…?"

John and Sherlock both raised one brow.

"Makeup?"

John rubbed the back of his neck.

"Haven't the faintest."

"Sorry, boys, this seems used mostly by girls…"

Sherlock sighed.

"What is something that annoys you about the other person?"

"Oh, let's see! You like to pick on people, you've made a fool out of me, you destroy our flat, and you-"

"Yes, John we get it!"

"Who takes longer to get ready in the morning?"

"John."

"What, why me?" John looked incredulous.

"You always look and see if you've grown out any facial hair for about 20 minutes in the bathroom. Frankly, you looked horrid with that mustache."

John faintly touched his upper lip.

"Harold was the best…"

"What?"

"Harold was the best."

"If you're entire house was burning down and you're family was sure to be okay, what would you save?"

"I know Sherlock wouldn't have to save anything, he could just buy everything all over again."

"That is true. But I would save the only photo album that matters to me."

"Really?" John turned all his attention to Sherlock, "Which one?"

"My wedding album. It has a picture of everyone that matters."

The camera fell to the ground with a thud and all you could see was Sherlock's black dress shoes and John's trainers. Sherlock's legs were joined by a pair of dainty, pale, bare feet.

"Come on guys, not here, not now!"

"Comedy, horror, or chick-flick?"

The camera was now fixed and Sherlock had a light pink smudged lipstick on the corner of his mouth.

"Hey mate, you missed a spot," John pointed to the corner of his lip and Sherlock looked away from the camera and wiped his mouth with a tissue.

Molly giggled at Sherlock's embarrassment.

"John like's chick-flicks."

"Sherlock…"

"It's the truth, you said knowing them, learning how they work helps you with woman."

John chuckled nervously at the camera and Molly looked apologetic to him.

"Let's hope Mary doesn't see this…"

"Do you guys wear anything matching?"

"Yes, actually. Two Christmas' ago John bought these horrid jumpers for us."

"Sherlock! They were lovely John, I loved the adorable reindeer!"

John smiled off camera to Molly.

"Please, Molly, red is not your color."

"You're sleeping on the couch tonight."

"What's your favorite TV show?"

"Sherlock likes the American show Jerry Springer."

"No I don't."

"Yes, you do. You like to deduce what they're going to confess before they do."

"I always get it right."

"No you don't."

"Yes I do."

"Thank you, for watching this video! There'll be plenty more of these later on!"

"Are you serious?"

"Yes, Sherlock. I am," John returned to the camera, "Let us know what other tags you all would like to see!"

"Okay, I've had enough," Sherlock got up and the camera shook.

"Sherlock, let go!"

"Sherlock, what are you doing?"

The video showed a static display and then went black.