I'm baaaack with, Sherlock! I watch the show on Netflix sometimes and I'm still one episode from finishing. *Sulks* So this is set before the Reichenback Fall. Also I'm not good at writing Sherlock.
Totorobird: Thank you! And I know it's kind of sad, but I wanted it to be set afterwards so...
Oneshot #4: Sherlock Holmes—The New Father Christmas
"Sherlock!" John exclaimed.
"What is it?" Sherlock asked.
"Why are there toes in the freezer again?" John demanded.
"Because Mrs. Hudson threw out my last bag!" Sherlock argued.
John just facepalmed. "Anyway, what do you want to do for Christmas?"
"Solve a mystery."
"Besides that. Something Christmas-y."
"Give people presents. No, recieve presents."
"Well now you're not even trying. "
"Sherlock stood up. "Because I don't WANT to. I don't like Christmas. "
"Well, I have a challenge for you. " John told him.
"Sherlock's head snapped toward him. "A challenge? I'll take it. " His lip curled.
"Get Mycroft, Molly, Mrs. Hudson, Lestrade, and I MEANINGFUL Christmas presents. " John said.
"Well that's no fun. I don't want to do it. " Sherlock argued.
"You have to. You already agreed. And body parts aren't meaningful. " John told him.
"Even if you get the head? "
"Especially if I get the head. "
Sherlock sighed. "Fine. But a week is not that much time. "
A week later, Mrs. Hudson, John, Molly, Mycroft, and Lestrade were gathered at a 221B Baker St. And Sherlock was late.
Mycroft found out about the challenge and only he knew why. One word why Sherlock was late. Blackmail.
When he finally did come, everybody's jaws dropped.
Sherlock—Sherlock HOLMES—was wearing a Father Christmas suit.
"Thank you brother dear. " Said Mycroft.
"Hate you brother dear. " Said Sherlock.
"Lestrade grinned. Sherlock set down the sack he was carrying, frowning.
"How did he get you to do that? " John asked.
"Blackmail." Sherlock answered simply. "Now, time for presents."
He handed them each a wrapped box of varying sizes. They started opening them.
Molly's was…lipstick. Not only lipstick, but the exact shade and brand as the one she'd worn when Sherlock took up the Pink Lady case.
"How did you…nevermind." She said.
Mrs. Hudson's was earmuffs. "For when I get bored and shoot the walls." Sherlock explained. She smiled.
Lestrade's was a gun polishing kit. "Thank you." He said. Even though he didn't want to polish his gun, he would now.
Mycroft's was breath spray. He just sighed and smiled. "Still?" He asked Sherlock.
"How could I not?" Apparently this was a joke.
"Lastly, John's was a pen and notepad. "To write stuff down." Sherlock explained.
"Now can I take off this damned Father Christmas suit?" He asked.
Mycroft sighed. "I was hoping to enjoy this a little while longer, but yes. Go change."
Sherlock left and reappeared a few minutes later in his coat. "Thank you." He said.
Everyone else exchanged gifts. John's gift to Sherlock was the hat he was famous for.
Sherlock glared at him. "Ha ha."
And then he put it on.
Another Drabble-y Drabble, but hey! Tomorrow's should be a bit better. Review! Until tomorrow...