I have borrowed the amazing work of Charles Dickens and adapted it quite a bit. I have based this on a Christmas Carol. I do not own anything except the combination and Tim's parents.
A Sherlock Carol
It was Christmas eve and John Watson was at the hospital. He had just finished his stint in the children's ward, looking after a very sick boy. He had suffered a stroke, which by some manner of complication, even doctors were unclear about, paralysed the use of his legs. It saddened John when he saw the parents looking hopefully at him, with any small improvement. There was a pioneering surgery that would restore the use of his legs, however it was only available in the States and was too expensive if you included treatment, travel and after costs. John found it a very sober thought and wished he could find a way to help them. He sat with Tim, for an hour longer before getting up to go. Tim's parents were with him, to help him celebrate Christmas, with what little rations they had, but John could see they were a happy family, filled with love and that they were determined that they would survive on love. John bid them goodnight, promising to return the next day. He grabbed his stuff and slowly made his way home, his heart still in the hospital with the young lad.
Sherlock was sitting on the sofa, and he was bored, bored, bored. He needed to do something, something great, a mystery to solve, though sadly even over the festive period criminals had decided to have the holiday off also. This annoyed Sherlock no end. He heard John's footsteps coming up the stairs. They sounded heavy, but then recently they always sounded heavy, like he had a weight on his mind, but oh well it was nothing important to the detective obviously. As John opened the door Sherlock said
"Bored. Bored. John make me a tea, grab my phone and something edible." He commanded
John stopped in the doorway, took a deep breath to calm his annoyance at these requests, knowing the Holmes skipped pleasantries.
"I'm busy, do it yourself" He argued
"You have just arrived home from work, therefore you are not please. My phone. Now. Its Urgent!"
John sighed, giving in, getting the phone, handing it to Holmes (It was just behind his head) and put the kettle on, before rummaging through the little shopping they had left. He made the tea and got some biscuits before collapsing on the sofa
"I'm working tomorrow Sherlock. I have the early shift. So I won't be home till 6pm. Are you going to your brothers for Christmas?"
"I am not, do not make such a forward suggestion. I will stay indoors and wallow in the pity of an over commercialised Christmas that for some reason even the criminals are taking a break from crime to enjoy this time."
"You need some teaching in the Christmas spirit. Have you ever read 'A Christmas Carol'? Obviously not. 3 ghosts visit a mean man, who heart is as cold as flint. They show him all the possible things in his life, in his past, the present and the future. Needless to say the man learns a thing or two along the way. Maybe I should ask them to visit you, as you are clearly a self engrossed man, with no care for anyone other than yourself." John answered angrily
"Am I annoying you that much John. I am the same as usual. You normally just get on with it. What has happened today that has put you in this frame of mind?"
"Have you not been listening to me at all this week Holmes. The young boy Tim who will most likely never walk again?"
"There is nothing I can do to repair the damage, and it has nothing to do with me, as I do not know the person, why should it affect me so and my musings? It is not connected to any case. The child is not related to me in any sense?"
"Sherlock could you not show some humanity this time of year?"
"Like I show at any other time of the year? I think not. Why should it be any different at Christmas?"
"Do you care for anyone other yourself Sherlock?"
"We have been through this John. Look what happened last time I cared about someone. I will not make that mistake again" Sherlock referring to Moriarty almost killing John.
"That is a pity Holmes, that you can turn the emotion on and off. Some people don't have that luxury" John said using his last name to show how annoyed he was "Right I am heading over to see Harry at the clinic. I shall be back late. I bid you good night. And Merry Christmas Sherlock" He said with a smile that he gave everyone this time of year, grabbing a small bag by the door.
Sherlock sat and glared at the door for a moment before picking up his violin, and gently strumming it. He was happily playing away, when he heard a jingling coming up the stairs. Strange. He thought. He heard the door open and stopped shocked still, standing in the door was Moriarty grinning like an maniac
"Hello Sherlock dear, miss me?" He said in his high pitch squeak
"Your dead!" Sherlock exclaimed
"How very astute of you Sherlock. Sadly I am not here to play games or burn the heart out of you, though at the moment, it appears I don't have to. I am here to give you a message. To stop you becoming like me (I know, I can't understand why anyone wouldn't want to be like me) you will be visited by 3 ghosts. They will supposedly show you the errors of your ways, in the past, the present and what is yet to come, should you continue along this route. They will stop you carrying the changes that I wear. Come on guys, Cliché much!" Moriarty murmured angrily "Expect the first ghost when the bell tones...wait there isn't a bell around here, Oh Big Ben I see. When the bell tones 1am GMT" He said and left in a swirl of dust. Leaving Sherlock sitting and staring in silent surprise once again all alone.
OK I had to change Moriarty a bit and make him a little funny at the end. He is such a fun character to play with in this story. Anyhoo End of Chapter. Read, Review and Enjoy! Xx