This is my promised "Sherlock Advent Calendar", also titled "24 days of Christmas" or "Our Own Ghosts"!
It's my way to say "thank you" and wish you all a happy season!
Please keep on reading my stories, and find many many parcles under your tree, while Sherlock and John find love...
Yours sincerely Spy'dR!
Dec 1st 2010,
The door opened and a chuffed John Watson with reddened cheeks came in, humming merry tunes to himself; probably Christmas Carols.
"Hello, Sherlock! I'm back! I hope you haven't destroyed anything while I was away." he scanned the room carefully.
"No. Seems everything's fine…"
"Have you got the shopping?" murmured the mortally bored heap of Sherlock, who was spread across both armchairs. However he had managed to do it.
"Yeah, I've got the everything except the peanut butter; Out of stock."
"Oh. That's inconvenient. You should've tried other shops. Anyway, how was your date going?"
It took John a while to answer. He had his reasons, but he also knew that lying to Sherlock was useless. Nevertheless he did.
"It was fine. Really. Absolutely great."
"She must be appalling, judging by the shade of crimson you're blushing right now. You can…"
"Why are you so keen on the bloody peanut butter?"
John had made it a habit to interrupt, and say the first thing that came to his mind, every time he wanted to avoid a certain topic.
"It would've been an experiment. But it won't work without the peanut butter. Have you at least got the cinnamon?"
"Yes, I've got the bloody cinnamon."
Suddenly, John was putting two and two together. He had also had to buy milk, butter, baking soda, Bourbon Vanilla and powder sugar.
"Wait a minute…were you actually intending to do something normal like baking, with these things?"
Sherlock sat upright now.
"Oh come on, John! You know me. Baking is for narrow-minded Christmas-lovers!"
John nodded in disbelief, and added sarcastically, "And you hate Christmas. Right." before he disappeared into his bedroom. He was right though. Sherlock actually liked Christmas and enjoyed it; another very untypical side of the so often very strange detective.
After John had locked the door behind him, and turned on "White Christmas" by Bing Crosby, he realised that both of them had their secrets, and it was about time to tell Sherlock his. And of course the perfect date for this stunning surprise would be Christmas eve.