Christmas was coming, 3 days left and John Watson had no idea weither he had to offer something to Sherlock or not. Their relationship was kind of weird , of course they were best friends but not common best friends who give each other presents and christmas phone calls. So maybe the thing would come a bit inappropriate, though John wanted to make the thing a bit special, because after all, it was their first christmas since Sherlock had come back from... wherever he was.

At the beginning he didn't know what to offer, nothing practical because it would sound unpersonal, but nothing too personal either. The choice was hard, harder than ever.

Then something came to his mind. He had found an idea of present.

"Brilliant !" he thought, and after saying that he smiled, noticing he was taking Sherlock's habits when he talked.

A few days later, Christmas Eve, they were both at 221b, Sherlock and him.

- So I guess we can open that thing, I've kept it for such occasions, John said bringing a bottle of champaign.

- Well alright as long as it doesn't get us as fucked up as we were on that night, you know...

They both smirked at the thought of it and would honestly do it all the same if they had to start again.

John brought the bottle, gave a cup to his friend,

- To... our friendship, he said timidly

- To us, said Sherlock raising his glass.

"Us. " that thought made John blush but filled him with a feeling of joy, for a single word, "us".

They kept on drinking during the evening and both were a bit excited because of the alcohol.

- I feel like drinking something stronger, don't you? Asked Sherlock.

- God yes, I was waiting for you to suggest it!

He brought a bottle of vodka and they mixed it with something else.

Obviously, they got drunk a little bit fast and got as fucked as that one night.

They tried to play Cluedo but that was a failed attempt, they couldn't even put the cards correctly on the board, Sherlock would throw them all in the flat, John wasn't any better as he took the pueces of the game to turn it in some sort of a fight game, like a child...

Then they calmed down a bit and both sat in the couch, laying next to each other, John's head would often 'accidentally' fall on Sherlock's shoulder.

- Listen Sherlock, I know we don't ususally do that kind of things but I wanted to do something special to... celebrate

- well aren't we doing it already? Or are we ? I don't know to be honest, is that what people do?

- Too much questions just shut up and take that.

For that one time Sherlock was the one asking all the questions... he must have been really drunk.

He took the present anyway.

- Aww Jawwwwn you shouldn't have it's... Well I'm flattered, as much as I can get.

He opened it, and it was a shirt, purple one.

- I've noticed you've run out of these, as I like to call them 'purple shirt of frustr... ', uh well forget about that. said John, blushing

- purple shirt of frus...? Sherlock got closer to John,

- nothing.

- You were going to say frustration? Purple shirt of frustration?

- nope, never.

- Oh my god jawwn I'm... and Sherlock couldnt end his sentence as he was laughing so hard, John had never seen him like that.

He laughed for a few minutes and then let his head rest on John's shoulders, he held his hand and the shirt against him and fell immediatly asleep.

- Oh god you are so drunk, I really hope you won't remember any of this... John thought, imagining it was the alcohol acting and talking...

Poor John, of he knew...