Title: All the colours of the rainbow
Author: fanficwriter101
Pairing: Sherlock/John/OMCs
Fandoms: Sherlock
Disclaimer: The characters from the show aren't mine, they belong to others. No copyright infringement intended. Any characters you don't recognize are mine. Feedback would be nice, positive feedback would be nicer. Enjoy!
Category: Sherlock (BBC 2010 version) fluffy humorous snippet
Rating: PG for chemicals (not really!)
Series: No
Spoilers: None intended but anything (including the unaired pilot) might get a mention.
Summary: John wants to find out where Sherlock goes on the first Saturday in every month.
Archive: Just tell me where it's going
Additional 'stuff': I saw an interview with Mark Gatiss where the subject of Sherlock's hair colour was discussed.


Saturday, 10am, Central London...

'Come in.'

John read the text, hesitated, looked up and then entered the hairdressers.

Sherlock was sitting at one of the far stations, his hair covered in a bright purple dye. Flicking through a magazine, he looked up as John approached. "Did it really take you forty minutes to find me?"

John shrugged. "Gone out. Back in an hour. Not exactly the world's clearest directions."

Sherlock sighed. "I left the appointment card."

John nodded - he wouldn't have been able to find Sherlock without it - and waved his hand at Sherlock's head. "Is this...a colour?"

Sherlock nodded. "I wouldn't want to look like my brother, now would I?"

"So you're a...redhead too." John offered.

Sherlock nodded. "More carrot than tomato, but, yes."

John flinched as a young man came up behind him, and, without asking, ran his fingers through John's short hair. "Hey!"

"Johann...John doesn't mind being grey." Sherlock shook his head at the stylist's 'I can help him' look.

John's voice was loud even over the sounds of the busy salon. "I'm not grey! Well...not all over anyway, and...no I don't mind."

The stylist gave John a look - part disappointment, part pity - and checked Sherlock's slick crown. He clicked his tongue crossly. "Five more minutes...you are too tense...the colour knows this."

Sherlock watched as John's tension subsided as quickly as it had flared. "Have a seat John...you can explain to me who all these people are."

John took the magazine. "Heat...wouldn't have thought it was your kind of magazine."

Sherlock sighed. "It was that or something called 'Hello' which just seemed to be pictures of the interiors of the homes of the European royals."

John nodded his agreement with Sherlock's assessment. "Heat it is then."