December 2: "Holmes shops for a gift for Watson." (from ImaLateBloomer)

This one's quite a bit shorter than yesterday's.


Sherlock Holmes looked extremely out of place and uncomfortable, surrounded by all of the cheerful shoppers. He hadn't gone Christmas shopping in a very long time, and had almost forgotten how much he hated it.

Almost.

He narrowly avoided being knocked over by an enthusiastic youngster, who was being chased by his mother down the narrow space between two racks of clothes. Yes, he definitely hated this. But he had felt really bad the previous year, having completely forgotten about getting Watson a present. Watson had seemed a little surprised, and (though he didn't show it) disappointed at this, but he had still given Holmes an excellent magnifying glass he had had his eye on for a while. That had been their first Christmas living in their flat at 221b, and so this would be their second.

Holmes glanced around the shop. How was he supposed to buy a gift for a man who seemed perfectly happy with what he had, and had given him no clues as to what he wanted?

A shelf of new-looking books caught his eye. Ah! Watson liked reading, and since his leg didn't allow him to go out much during the winter, it would be nice for him to have some new reading material. Holmes crossed over to it, and flipped through the books. Romantic drivel, psychology, romantic drivel, romantic drivel, poetry, romantic drivel... He stopped at a collection of Shakespeare's plays. As far as he knew, Watson didn't have a book of Shakespeare, though he did enjoy them. Not to mention that Holmes could stand Shakespeare as well.

He picked up the book walked over to the counter to pay for it, feeling very... good for the first time that week.


A/N: Aww... Holmes is buying a book for his Watson. I hope he likes it!