Just those 26 moments from A to Z

A - Acorn

Sherlock wasn't never the one to fancy fall- or rather any season at that. He was pale as paper, so summer wasn't agreeable with him, nor was spring. Fall and winter chilled his skeletal figure to no end, thus him hating all the seasons.

John on the other hand, loved the seasons. Spring was fluttering with new life and beautiful colors, summer with its warm sunshine rays, winter with beautiful snow falling all over London, and finally fall with its perfect tea and cuddle weather. He never understood why Sherlock hated it so much other than the weather. Well, it was Sherlock wasn't it?

"John."

Said doctor was typing away on his laptop, making a new entry on their blog; "The Blank Paper." He didn't bother to look over at his lazy bored flat mate. There was no new cases since they literally had finished one last night. The blond army veteran was tired as hell since he was only able to accumulate five hours tops the last two days. He needed to get some sleep, maybe if he only closed his eyes for ten minutes-

"John."

"Bloody hell Sherlock what do you want?"

"Bored."

"I can see that-"

"Entertain me."

"What? No, I'm not your baby sitter-"

"Never said you were." Sherlock replied in that annoying, but signature matter-of-fact tone. John ran his hand down his face, annoyed and in need of that wink of sleep. He got up, submitting the blog post and closing his laptop.

"We're taking a walk then."

Sherlock sat up in his dramatic demeanor, looking at him with a raised brow.

"What?"

"You're bored, you want me to entertain you, and it's a nice fall day." John replied, feeling a bit irritated. He grabbed his worn jacket, slipping it on and looking at Sherlock. The great detective rose from his couch and shrugged his jacket and scarf on. He slipped on his gloves so that virtually every part of his body was cover except his pure face. He looked at John before leading them out. John chuckled at him, watching him be as stubborn as ever. He listened intently to Sherlock's complaints about the weather and the season. The detective went on and on about the littlest things for at least a good ten minutes. John sighed, feeling this walk was an extremely bad idea until Sherlock got extremely quiet.

"Something wrong?"

Sherlock reached down and picked up a small acorn that had fallen from a nearby tree. He held it up in front of him, peering at it. He furrowed his brow at it before slipping it into his pocket. He glanced at John before heading off again, leading the way.

"Why-"

"Why I picked it up? I suppose you could say it's a reminder."

"Of what?"

"Of how pleasant fall could be."

John left it at that, a small smile coming onto his face. He knew exactly why Sherlock had said that. He had told him once before that it was the doctor who made the most unpleasant situations pleasant.

This must be one of them.

A/N: Hello! First story on JohnLock - or rather Sherlock! Got hook like a mad(wo)man and started to write! Thanks for giving a look and please leave me some reviews. I enjoy criticism as much as I love compliments. Cookies for those who give reviews! Thanks.
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