25 Days of Christmas
Johnlock Edition

Day Four
Shopping For and/or Wrapping Gifts

It had taken a lot of negotiating for him to get Sherlock out the door, or more correctly a lot of threatening. Now he knew that shopping wasn't Sherlock's ideal way to spend time, but it was necessary around Christmas. They had the gift exchange after all! So while John would swear up and down that he had to drag Sherlock out of there kicking and screaming - Sherlock would always protest that he was not kicking nor was he screaming - he knew that it was for a good cause. It would do the detective some good to pick out the gifts for those closest to them. Really it was only for Molly, Lestrade, Mycroft - if John could convince him to get something for his annoying elder brother -, and Mrs. Hudson.

He grabbed Sherlock's hand to stop him from running off on him, giving the consulting detective an amused look when he scowled at John. "Really, I'm not going to leave now," he bit out, grudgingly letting John keep ahold of him.

"I don't doubt that, but I'd like to keep the precaution anyway," John retorted idly before tugging the detective into a small gift store that looked like it might have something nice for Molly. He wandered through the rows, occasionally stopping to look at something with Sherlock even though the man declared that most of these things were unnecessary. Still, it was the thought that counted behind a gift and he hummed lightly when he picked something up and turned it over in his hands. "Sherlock? How about this for Molly?" he questioned, looking over at his boyfriend while holding up the small snow globe.

The younger man directed his attention it before a small furrow formed between his brows. "Why would she like a snow globe?" he asked.

"Because they're small, easy to care for, and versatile. Paperweights or decoration for example," John said with a faint smile. "I think she would enjoy it," he said.

Sherlock gave a thoughtful hum before looking away, his own version of an agreement. It sounded like this would have something to do with sentiment, a subject he still wasn't fully versed on after years of believing it was pointless. Then John came into his life and flipped that around, which reminded the brunette that he needed to pick up John's present still as well. However he would have to ditch his boyfriend in order to do that.

John's hand fell into his again and he was pulled to the register so that they could buy the small snow globe for Molly before they were out the door again and wandering through the shops in order to pick up gifts for the rest of their friends. It took far too long in Sherlock's opinion but at the very least it was done and he wouldn't have to bother with it anymore. Now he merely had to collect John's present and in order to do that he had to lose John. He opened his mouth to suggest they split up to finish the gift shopping when John spoke first.

"We can split up here to get the gifts for each other. Meet back here in an hour?" the blonde questioned, looking up at his boyfriend with a loving kindness warming his blue eyes.

Sherlock had to pause a moment to collect himself after getting caught in John's gaze before he gave a slow nod. "Yes, that will work," he said, sliding his hands into his coat pockets. John nodded to affirm that, rising up to give the detective a quick kiss before he walked off quickly to go find Sherlock a gift. Said man watched John walk away for a moment before he turned around and moved through the people on the street to reach the store that he had found John's present at before, opening the door with the slight tinkle of the bell the only thing giving him away.

The detective stepped over to the counter, looking out of place in the shop that was clearly designed for couples that were looking to getting engaged. He got a couple of odd looks - was that really Sherlock Holmes in a jewelry shop? There was no robbery here for him to investigate - but he brushed them off like he did everything he deemed unimportant.

The shop attendant looked up and grinned at him. "Mr. Holmes! A pleasure seeing you, just one moment and I'll grab your order," he said with a bright smile before he slid into the back room. It took him only a few moments to return (3 minutes and 27 seconds to be precise) and pass over a brightly wrapped object. He smiled brightly at the detective again. "'Ere you are, Mr. Holmes. I wish you the best of luck in your life," he said.

Sherlock looked at the package in his hand and his lips curled into his familiar half smirk. "Thank you," he said simply before tucking the package into his pocket and walking away. He was quite certain that this would be the most memorable Christmas for his blogger in a long time, and he was very much looking forward to making it so.


I had originally intended on getting this out last night, but school unfortunately stopped that from happening. But alas, it is here now. And really cute in my opinion, but I am the author and therefore biased. Anyone have any ideas on what Sherlock is planning for John? :)

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-Raine