Author's Note: Thank you guys for the support for my other fanfics! I love to write, but it's not often people beg me to continue. I'm doing my best with updates, but since it's Halloween, I thought I'd give you all a special treat. WARNING: This is a Johnlock fic, so if you don't like it, don't read it.
HAPPY HALLOWEEN!
"Sherlock, what are you doing?" John asked as he walked into the sitting room of their flat at 221b Baker Street. Sherlock smirked at him before continuing to twirl his sword, a real one that had been a birthday gift from John, in front of him. He was decked out completely in a pirate captain's attire, and the sight made John smile.
Normally, Sherlock called Halloween 'boring' and 'immature', but deep down, the detective looked forward to his favorite holiday. It was the one day every year he would dress up in his true job choice and live his dreams. This year would be no different.
"What does it look like, John? I'm practicing my sword fighting skills. A captain has to protect his loot and lair, you know." Sherlock answered, sounding all too thrilled to be the captain in 221b. John laughed, then an idea sparked. He knew how to please his best friend – and would-be boyfriend, if Sherlock would just give in – and quickly retreated to his room.
It was fifteen minutes and 43 seconds exactly when John made his way back into the sitting room, carrying a large chest and dressed as a first mate. Sherlock's grin widened considerably as John set the chest at his feet.
"Every captain needs a treasure to guard, sir." John said, his voice gruffer and his hair ruffled to make him more of a sailor. A low baritone laugh rang out through the flat as Sherlock opened the chest to find hundreds of fake gold coins inside. The two smiled at each other.
"So, does my captain need anything else, or shall we go ashore and see what Lestrade has for us?" John asked as he turned for the door. Sherlock grabbed his arm and pulled him back.
"I think the captain needs something else, first mate Watson." Sherlock said in a low voice. John tilted his head slightly.
"And what might that be, Captain Holmes?"
"This will do nicely." Sherlock whispered, pulling him in and kissing his lips. The kiss was short, but gentle and passionate, and before John knew it, he was in Sherlock's arms, with the detective's fingers running through his hair.
"Oh Captain, my Captain." John said softly. Sherlock smiled, pulling John's head up so he could look into his eyes.
"Come, Watson, I believe Lestrade is waiting. We can mull over this treasure of ours some other time." Sherlock said, not even bothering to change out of his captain's costume as he shrugged on his coat.
This treasure of ours, he thought. His face was distorted with suspicion. As he tugged on his coat, Sherlock leaned over to whisper in his ear.
"A treasure no money can buy." He said, wrapping his scarf around his neck. John smiled brightly. Two wishes had come true that night. Sherlock had found a treasure to guard, and John had gained something more than he ever imagined.
As for the treasure Sherlock meant, the love between them had become worth more than gold itself. Sherlock secretly swore to protect that love, and to never let it fade. And for that, John would be forever grateful.