Merry Christmas! I decided to join in the 12 Days of Sherlolly over on AO3, hosted by the wonderful darnedchild and liksherlockian1975, and have a few ficlets to share with you this holiday season!
A million thanks to Buttercup59 for her fantastic Beta skills! Love you! :)
I own nothing, but the plots.
'What are you doing?'
Molly glared up at her new flatmate, who was teetering precariously on the arm of the sofa, trying to place an angel on the top of the ridiculously tall Christmas tree they'd bought.
'I think it's rather obvious,' Sherlock quipped. 'I'm putting the angel on the tree.'
'Yeah, got that. Surprisingly,' she rolled her eyes. 'I meant, why are you putting an angel on the tree?'
Sherlock looked back at her over his shoulder and froze when he saw the star in her hands. He scowled. 'There's no way I'm putting that ridiculous thing on my tree.'
'Our tree, Sherlock. And why not?'
'My mother always put an angel on the tree. It's tradition.'
'You've never done tradition before! And we wouldn't be having this discussion if I hadn't convinced you to get the tree in the first place!' Molly set the star down on the sofa and planted her hands on her hips.
Sherlock jumped down and stalked toward her.
'Well, I'm not having a star for a tree topper.'
'And I'm not having an angel!'
The flatmates glared at each other, neither willing to back down.
Finally, Molly held out her hands, a fist over her palm. 'Rock-Paper-Scissors for it.'
Sherlock quirked an eyebrow. 'You'll never win. I'll read every tell on you.'
'Oh? Stalling now?'
His eyes narrowed. 'Fine. You're on.'
Christmas Eve
'That's an interesting choice,' John nodded at the tree.
Sherlock ignored him and took a sip of his wine, his eyes searching the room.
John smirked. 'First time I've ever seen an angel tied to a star.'
'It was Molly's idea,' Sherlock mumbled. 'A compromise. Bloody woman can bluff exceptionally well.'
From across the room, Molly looked up from her conversation with Mummy and caught his gaze. She smiled widely, the wine bringing a soft flush to her complexion and Sherlock smiled back in kind.
John noticed his friend's attention had shifted and his eyebrows rose in surprise, but he wisely kept the smug grin off his face.
He had a feeling the angel-star would be making an appearance for many Christmases yet to come.
Only after the new flatmates had made their relationship official would he say 'I told you so.'