John was sitting in his usual chair, in his usual position, writing in his blog. Of course, Sherlock found it boring. So he said so.

"Bored," he sighed heavily."What are you thinking about?"He asked John moving his violin away.

"Oh, nothing, just..." he trailed off, obviously a bit hurt. Sherlock frowned at that.

"You know that you can tell me anything, right?" He asked.

"Okay, here's the deal." John suddenly had an outburst."We've been together for a while now, yes? And, uhm..."He flushed a bit."I haven't decided on our wedding song."

Oh, Sherlock thought. Oh. That was bothering him. He almost laughed. So it wasn't a murder. It wasn't something from his history. Just a simple, plain wedding song. He put his violin on his shoulder again and started playing a song he wrote yesterday. The title was simple. John. The song was cheerful, encouraging and full of love. Everything in it reminded him of John.

"Were you even paying attention to me?"John asked, now angry at the dark haired man on the sofa. Sherlock ignored him, determined to finish the song. John sighed and crossed his arms, but he listened to the song, his frown slowly disappearing. It was familiar and it reminded him of cups of tea they shared in the morning. It reminded him of watching crime TV-shows and Sherlock correcting the screenwriters. It reminded him of home.

Just as Sherlock finished, his phone rang."Yes?"He asked and went quiet for half a minute. He put his violin down and got up.

"We have a case, get up."He said. John frowned again.

"Did you even hear what I said?" He got up as well getting his shoes on.

"Did you not hear my answer?"Sherlock replied in the same tone of voice.

"Huh?"John asked, not understanding. Sherlock put his dress robe on and pointed at the violin, the notes he had just played still in the air.

"That was our wedding song."