Sherlock hung up on Mycroft angrily.

"I have been recently informed that what I pain does not have a name." Sherlock said. "I can guarantee however, that it is in fact impressionism, and not abstract art."

"There's nothing wrong with painting abstract art Sherlock, it's just unusual." John said, "I've seen some very beautiful pieces, as well as... well... some not so beautiful ones. This though, this is really good Sherlock. I like it a lot."

"You do?" Sherlock said, tilting his head. John nodded.

"Thank you..." Sherlock said hesitantly.

"How long have you been painting?" John asked. "I haven't seen you paint before."

"I used to paint a lot when I was young. I do it once every couple months now..." Sherlock said. "Usually when you're gone."

"Hmm..." John said. "Why?" Sherlock shrugged.

"I don't know." He said. "Mycroft always got annoyed when I did it when I was younger, I figured you would too."

"Mycroft's always annoyed." John sighed, "I think it's neat."

"You do?" Sherlock said, looking genuinely curious.

"Of course, Sherlock." John said. "Why do you act so surprised?"

"Mum never liked my paintings." Sherlock said, as he looked at his own painting once again. "She could never figure out what they were of, and I never could find the words to tell her. She always said that paintings had to be of something that had a name to be good."

"Could it be Sherlock," John suggested, "That what you're painting, that it's your mind? Your mind and your thoughts, I mean. That's what it reminds me of. Or at least how I've always imagined it as."

"You imagine my mind?" Sherlock asked, confused.

"Well I couldn't exactly not want to know what makes you brilliant." John said, "And to figure things out so much more quickly than anyone else, it must be pretty full..."

"The black background would be outside of your mind," John said, "and the colors inside would be your thoughts, because look like they're moving, like they're dashing all over the place, always changing, reforming. It's an everchanging Masterpiece."

"...You know John..." Sherlock said, as he looked at his painting once again.

"I think that's exactly what it is."


The End


A/N: Hope you like it, this is my first finished story ever, so I'm very proud of myself. Please review! I'd love to know what you think of it!