John sighed as he closed the door to 221b Baker Street. It had been pouring down rain all day and he wasn't in the best of moods at all. He forced himself to climb the stairs to the flat, and was grumbling to himself about hating London weather. He hadn't seemed to take any notice to Sherlock standing by the window, watching the rain stream down the panes as he played classical versions of Adele songs on his violin.
He paused at the door, just watching and listening. It was a small relief; the sound of the music. It made him wish he would have kept up with it after school, but he knew he couldn't take it up now. He waited for Sherlock to stop playing before speaking up.
"That sounds lovely, Sherlock." John said softly. Sherlock smiled slightly and turned to him.
"Thank you, John. Shame that you don't know how to play. We could do a duet." Sherlock said with a gentleness John had often heard since he'd come back.
"Teach me how to play." John said simply. Sherlock tilted his head in confusion. John smiled and said again. "Teach me how to play."
"I want to learn how to play the way you do." he said. Sherlock nodded and motioned for him to come over. John obeyed, standing now in front of his friend. Sherlock carefully helped John hold the bow before positioning the violin correctly between his shoulder and jaw.
"Now," Sherlock said, one hand helping John's fingers into position on the strings and the other helping to control the bow. "This is an A." He carefully helped John pull the bow across the string. He then repositioned his fingers. "And this is a B."
With Sherlock's help, John could play the scale with ease. Sherlock let go of his hands like a father would a son when riding a bicycle.
"Now, go on. Show me what you can do." Sherlock said, taking a step away from John. Hesitating, John positioned his fingers quickly, and after a lot of hard concentration, he successfully played the scale up and down twice through. Sherlock smiled brightly and proudly at his friend.
"I think that's enough for one night." John said, handing the violin over to Sherlock. He took it with a raised eyebrow.
"You're sure John? I could continue to teach you if you'd like."
John smiled and nodded, heading for the kitchen to get supper.
"Tomorrow Sherlock. There's always tomorrow." John said, turning to look at his friend, who had disappeared already. When John turned back towards the kitchen, he jumped as Sherlock was already in front of him.
"Yes John. There is always tomorrow." Sherlock said, kissing his cheek before walking back to the window and resumed his playing. John smiled to himself. There would always be tomorrow.