AC: Hello Again. This is a fill of a prompt from Tumblr. Frek asked for John and Sherlocks first presents for each other and this poped out. I hope you enjoy.

John blinked three times at the silver paper wrapped parcel in front of him and that all it took for Sherlock to know this wasn't going to go as he had planed. His un-comfortable smile twitched and faded as he studied the ex-soldier's expression. "You weren't… expecting anything, were you?" He said slowly awkward realization dawning on him. John shook his head, his expression just as awkward and embarrassed.

"No. I… I figured it wasn't your kind of thing." He said with a shrug, eyeing the present with uncertainty. "I didn't want you to feel… well what ever you'd feel if I gave you a present and you didn't have one for me so…" He drifted off feeling stupid.

Sherlock had known since he met John that holidays were a big deal to him, so naturally he had put the effort into trying to be normal for John. Trying to be sentimental. He started to withdraw his hand and the offering it held. John's stopped him.

"Sherlock… Thank you." He muttered, looking into the questioning universe eyes with a small smile. He took the package from those fingers. "I'll open it once I get you something." The taller said nothing and they headed down the stairs for Christmas dinner with Mrs. Hudson.

o.O.o

Two days later John was grinning as Sherlock looked down at the gold wrapped… thing, which he was holding out to him. "Merry Christmas!" The shorter said cheerfully. Sherlock raised an eyebrow.

"John, rea-"

"Sherlock you promised not to deduce it!" John with annoyance, his arm dropping and his browns frowning. The slender detective frowned back.

"It is not my fault that you wrapped it so obviously." He said in his deference's. The army doctor rolled his eyes and pressed the package to Sherlock's chest.

"Just… open it then." He grumbled, picking up the slim, silver wrapped box that had been sat on the mantle piece since Christmas day. The two flat mates took their time – John out of respect for the beautiful paper and Sherlock so he could work up the energy to feign surprise. Finally the paper was off and the expressions crossed their faces. Sherlock, to his credit, did look convincingly surprised… for about 2 second before he turned the lucky cat to face John with a exasperated look on his face. This was whipped away by John's expression though. The male stared at the small, open black box in his hands, taking a moment to soak in the sight and then up at Sherlock, then back down. "Sherlock…." He muttered, stunned. "It's perfect…. How did you know I needed a new on-" He caught himself and looked at the detective, who was smirking lightly.

"A good doctor always needs a good pen, John." He said, walking to pop the cat on the mantle piece.

"It must have cost you a bomb though! It looks expensive." He fingered the smooth black case and popped the cap, almost stunned again by the intricate gold lace pattern on the silver nib.

"Oh it was nothing really. Just saw it while on a case and thought it suited you." He waved it off and bid John to speak of it no more. And he didn't for 12 months after Sherlock had gone and John had finally gathered the strength to return to work, pen in hand.

It was a passing comment from a patient that brought his attention to the utensil.

"Quite the pen you have there." His tone surprised John and he looked down at the extension of his hand as if he had forgotten it was there.

"Yeah…" He said softly, a smile crossing his face. "It is isn't it. A friend got it for me for Christmas, last year."

"He must have liked you a lot." The gentleman said as he stood, grabbing his coat. John frowned.

"What makes you say that?"

"My dear boy… That's a Mont Blanc orignal. Must have easily cost him £300." John stared at him and the male just smiled and left. John swallowed and looked down at the pen.

"Sherlock!"