A/N: WARNING: Giant A/N at the end of this. Sorry. Now, I know we've all missed Christmas now, and it's gone, but I had to do this, and the idea only turned up yesterday. I'm expecting Sherlock on DVD in the post, and this is to keep me going until I finally own it! Friendship Only. Pre-slash if you really insist, but there is no hint of it unless you're slightly delirious.

John looked at the box with pride. He had been planning on getting something like this for a while, at least to stop Sherlock destroying things when he got a case of extreme boredom.

It was almost Christmas, so it seemed the perfect time to give this.

They had decided not to put up a tree this year because Sherlock set fire to the last plant they had, and that had only been small. He swore it was an accident, and it just spontaneously combusted, but John thought it would be safer. They were still accepting presents though.

"Sherlock…" John held the box behind his back as he walked into the living room to see the familiar form of his colleague and flatmate stretched out on his couch, completely still, eyes gazing up at the ceiling intensely, as if trying to seek answers for whatever he was thinking of from the plaster.

"Sherlock, a quick word?"

"Hmm?" Sherlock didn't look over, but his head tilted slightly to show he was listening.

"I've got you a gift."

There was a momentary pause and suddenly Sherlock shifted to sitting up, and grinned. "Really?" He asked, looking more like a child than an adult.

"Yes." John laughed. "Didn't you ever get presents in your family?"

"Well, yes, but they were always useless. My parents were trying to build me into a model-child, it obviously didn't work."

"Really? I hadn't noticed." John commented dryly, smiling.

"And Mycroft was trying to get me to work with him in MI5 or the CIA, so all of his gifts tended to work with that. I never got anything interesting." He continued, only smiling slightly to show he heard. He shrugged to show how the present-thing hadn't worried him.

So that explained a lot. Sherlock didn't care for Birthdays or Christmas really, and now it showed it was just because he'd never enjoyed it. Sherlock had never really been a child, and grown up very quickly.

"Well. Hopefully this one isn't the same as all those other things."

"That's what Mummy said every time." Sherlock muttered. On a normal person, a grown man calling their Mother 'Mummy' would be absurd, but it was fine on Sherlock, because of his upper-class demeanour.

He smiled at John and held his hands out eagerly, awaiting his surprise. John grinned and rolled his eyes, handing him a brown-paper wrapped parcel.

Sherlock grinned and ripped the paper open, looking in awe at the game.

"Ghost Squad." He read aloud. "Army shooting game." He concluded and smiled, but it faltered as he looked up at John. "Surely as an army man you would be against these sort of games? They encourage children to kill."

"You aren't a child. Well, not in body, occasionally in mind..." John sat opposite Sherlock on the armchair. "I do tend to be against them, but I think Mrs. Hudson is against you shooting her walls when you get bored. So this should be a welcome distraction."

Sherlock took of the box and looked at the model-gun and game-disc. A look of confusion flitted across his face.

"We don't have a console."

"I've got a Play Station 2. It works on that." John told him.

"Brilliant." Sherlock looked at him, a glee in his eyes. "Can we set it up now?"

"Sure." John leant behind his chair and pulled out the PS2, plugging it in and turning on the TV, inserting the disc. "You should probably do the training first-" he started but Sherlock stopped him.

"I can shoot real firearms, a pretend one will be easy."

The Game started and Sherlock had to choose a name. He paused before tapping in John Watson, smiling to himself.

"Why my name?"

"Because I've never been in the armed forces, you have." He selected a mode and sat up properly as it started, giving him orders and telling him to rescue civilians.

'Roger That, Commander' His character replied as the door was blasted open and the camera stepped in.

Sherlock crouched so he was at the height of the TV, and raised the control-machine gun with both hands and skilfully shot each of the enemy with a set jaw.

It didn't take long to complete, and Sherlock sat back on the couch with a smile on his face. He looked across at John, and the smile faltered again. "Did you ever have to bust out places like that?" He asked quietly. John was reminded of a child asking their parents where they used to work, or asking a police officer if they ever killed someone. There was the same sort of awe and respect.

"Yes." John nodded. "A few times. I managed though. We all did."

"Did you ever accidently shoot civilians?"

"Once. Never made the mistake again."

Sherlock nodded and stood up, walking past John and clapping a hand on his shoulder in a brotherly way, somewhat awkwardly. "Cheers for the game John. I bet Mrs. Hudson is thinking you as a God for saving her in wall refurbishing. I'll get you a cup of tea."

John smirked. "Try to use real sugar this time Sherlock."

Sherlock grimaced. "Yea. Sorry about that…" Last time the tea had tasted of what John would imagine rotting Flesh tasted like. Turned out he wasn't far of from his guess. "At least we know you'll never turn Cannibal…you know how disgusting it is now." He tried to reason to John.

"That's true." John watched Sherlocks' attempt at making tea, in case he got anything wrong or used anything that didn't really count as 'normal'. He was glad Sherlock liked the gift, it certainly seemed to have made his Christmas if that grin was anything to go by.

A/N: Do you think that seemed to drag on a little bit? I'm not sure. Anyway, I was playing Ghost Squad with my friend Yesterday on her Nintendo Wii, so I had to adapt it in this story to PS2 to work, because John wouldn't buy a Wii, and Sherlock wouldn't be that energetic for most of the Wii games. It seems too funny. My friend and I go by the names of Sherlock and John – I'm obviously Sherlock – and she fixed her name on there as John Watson, so this story came out.

There will be a Part Two very shortly, where John gets a gift from Sherlock, and I'll chuck it out as soon as possible. So don't worry. Until then, please, Please just send me a quick review. It'll probably be on here in a few hours.

Whoa, I think this is the longest A/N I've ever done, it should have a Chapter of it's own!

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