Chapter 1-Sherlock
Sherlock had been in an awfully cheery mood when John left to work. And frankly..it scared him. "You'll be alright?" he asked slowly. "Yes,yes John! Now go! The flat will not burn, I wont do any self-inflected harm and Ms. Hudson will still be in one piece when you get home...I assume." John glared at the tall lanky detective standing in front of him. "Joking! Joking! Now off you go." Sherlock shoved him out the door. "I'll be home in three hours got it?" John said with a smile. "Got it! See you when you return." And with that Sherlock closed the door. "Christmas!" Sherlock jumped up and down. It has been exactly 2 years 13 months 25 days and 7 hours since John met Sherlock on the 30th of December. Sherlock had planned that on Christmas day he'd tell John how he felt...only he had chicken out the last two years but not today!...Well the day after tomarrow. He wanted John and him to be together for Christmas. Sherlock turned to the flat. "Lets get to work!" Sherlock began collecting his books, papers, and human remains around the flat, hiding them 'till Christmas was over.
He ran downstairs to 221C and brought up the tree he hid there early that morning. He stuffed the tree in the corner next to the bookself that he decorated with red and green ribbons. Sherlock placed red, green, blue and white ornaments on the tree...along with a couple fingers and eyes for himself. He then place his skull, with a santa hat, on the top of the tree. Sherlock stepped back and smiled at his tree. "Good. Now snacks!" Sherlock made his way to the kitchen. He looked at his phone. "Two hours and thrity four mintues left! Hell..." Sherlock placed his phone down and started making gingerbread people. He made everyone. John, Mycorft, Ms. Hudson, Greg everyone that he invited to the Two-Days-Before-Christmas party he planned. Oh yeah...he planned a party. He still considered himself a sociopath but he wanted everyone to be around when he told John he loved him. Sherlock's fear ate at him but he maned up. "I'm telling John! Even if he leaves me." he promised himself and continued with the ginger-people. And to make sure everyone knew who was who he piped small but notcie able things like for John, his sandy blonde along with a cream colored jumper. For Mycroft, he piped black a small licorice umbrella. Greg, his grayish/silver hair and so on and so fourth. After Sherlock was done with the ginger people he hung them in the front of the tree, making sure not to place them near any human organs. Sherlock looked around.
The flat was clean, as well as the kitchen, the tree was full of lights, along with the flat and above the door way was a mistletoe. Sherlock took off the mistletoe. 'Just for John...' Sherlock smiled. He quickly looked at his phone. "Good timing." Sherlock said to himself. He had one hour to go gift shopping for John. He grabbed his coat and passed Ms. Hudson with a "I'm off!" and hailed a cab to the annual Christmas Shopping event. With stores and stores filled with things there had to be something John would love.
A/N-Had to make some hoilday somethin' -^^- hope u likey RR&A