It was a typical Sunday morning, John resting in his armchair with the paper and Sherlock working on some sort of experiment in the kitchen. It was snowing outside and the soft white flakes seemed to bring a peaceful feel to London, even in 221B. As John sat reading the paper an idea popped into his head.
"Hey Sherlock, would you want to go for a walk with me?"
"It's snowing John."
"Yeah... Why is that a problem?"
"Why would anyone want to go for a walk in the snow?"
"I don't know. I guess it's kind of just peaceful and I don't know, magical?"
"How can snow be "magical" John? It's just frozen water falling from the sky."
"Ok, never mind Sherlock, it was just an idea."
John stood from his chair and set the paper down, walking over to the window. He watched the snow for some time before finally deciding that he would go on a walk, whether Sherlock wanted to or not. He walked over to the door and pulled on his jacket.
"Well I'm off to go on a walk Sherlock. Call me if you need me."
Sherlock answered John with the wave of his hand, far more interested with his experiment then with what John was saying. John opened the door to Baker Street and was immediately met by the frigid air. He shivered and rubbed his hands up and down his arms, it was far colder than he was expecting. He started walking down the street enjoying the snow but feeling rather lonely. He walked all the way to the park finding a bench and sitting down, taking in his surroundings. Kids were building snowmen and having snowball fights, couples were strolling hand in hand, and a group of carolers sang. John once again was overcome with the feeling of loneliness, it seemed everyone had somebody to enjoy the snow with except him. He let out a sigh and started shivering suddenly overcome with just how cold it was.
"You know it's not a good idea to be out in the cold with so little warmth." The deep voice behind John caused him to jump. He turned around and relaxed realizing that it was just Sherlock.
"Yeah well I didn't realize how cold it was until it was too late."
"Hmmm" Sherlock said in reply and then pulled off his own coat wrapping it around John.
"No Sherlock, I'm ok, you're going to freeze!"
"No John, I'm fine. I've learned rather well how to retain body heat in extreme conditions."
"I won't ask how…" John said with a smile. John instantly felt so much warmer, taking in the body heat left from Sherlock in the coat and wrapping it tighter around himself, letting out a sigh of contentment.
"Better?" Sherlock asked.
"Much better." John agreed.
Sherlock sat down on the bench next to John. They both sat there in silence for a minute, watching the snow fall. John looked over at Sherlock and smiled, it felt nice having someone to sit with. He glanced down and saw Sherlock's gloved hand resting beside his own bare one. 'I wonder if I just reached over and held his hand if it would be a problem' John thought to himself. He sat there a few seconds more before finally deciding he would. If Sherlock questioned him, he would just say he was cold. He reached over slowly and was surprised when Sherlock's hand reached out and wrapped his fingers around John's hand. John quickly looked up at Sherlock and was met with a grin from the detective. John returned the smile and then turned his head, looking out at the park again. Suddenly the scene around him changed. There was more joy, more love, and more magic than there had been when he was by himself.
"I guess your right John." The sound of the detectives voice broke John out of his daze. He sat for a moment before replying.
"About what?"
"The snow. It is kind of magical."
"Hmm" John hummed in agreement.
Suddenly Sherlock scooted closer pressing up against John, but not letting go of his hand. He leaned over resting his head on John's shoulder. John smiled down at the detective and let go off his hand in order to wrap his arm around the curly dark haired man. Sherlock whined from the loss of contact but John was quick in reaching his other hand over to hold Sherlocks. They say there for what seemed forever, holding each other close, for warmth and for something some people might consider love. The detective and his blogger, together, taking in the magic of the peaceful snowfall around them.
