Darius had always loved music, from his toddler days when he banged rhythms onto tables, and for the rest of his life. Of course, being a toddler at the moment, he couldn't express this in words. That was why he liked music, it didn't require words. Also, something about it was comforting, especially the steady thump of the bass. He was often found laying in front of the speaker, with his eyes closed, relaxing to The Beatles or Grateful Dead. His parents worried about him losing his hearing due to the immense noise, but they also found it amusing. And, at least it kept him relaxed.
Sherlock was very pleased when he was invited over to the Watson's for Christmas. He was routinely invited every year, and although he would never admit it, he enjoyed the feeling of being invited somewhere. He had never actually stayed at John's house for Christmas for more than a few minutes before, but this time he was planning to stay. Why not?
Mycroft confronted him about this in a grocery store (Sherlock now had to do his own shopping without John to do it for him.)
"Hello brother dear, how are you?" he said drily.
"What do you want Mycroft, I'm assuming you're not here for season's greetings."
"I was simply wondering what you were going to get the Watson children for Christmas."
"Get them?"
"Yes, Sherlock. You see, it is customary to give gifts during Christmas." Mycroft smirked a little.
"They don't mind." said Sherlock quickly.
"Oh, don't they?" asked Mycroft raising his eyebrows. Sherlock turned and strolled away. "Merry Christmas!" Mycroft called after him. Sherlock didn't respond. Typical.
Sherlock stood at the toy section of a store, trying to figure out what to buy for Darius. He has renovated old microscopes for Ana and Hamish, remembering how much they loved to focus them. He got some jam for John and Mary. Unfortunately, he didn't know Darius particularly well. Finally, he decided on a teddy bear. Small children loved teddy bears, didn't they? What could go wrong?
Sherlock fidgeted as he entered the Watson household. He awkwardly clutched his violin under one arm and the gifts under the other. He presented his gifts to the Watson's. Hamish and Ana unwrapped their gifts and gave squeals of delight, and John and Mary were very pleased with their gift. Finally, Mary went to give the teddy bear to Darius. He swatted it away savagely. Sherlock tried to avoid blushing. No emotion, no emotion, no emotion. Ana cut through the silence.
"What's that under your arm?"
"It's my violin."
"Oh Sherlock, you should play for us!" Mary exclaimed. Sherlock zipped open the case, tightened the bow, and began to play Silent Night. The watson family watched in awe, then applauded when he had finished.
Darius was enraptured. He didn't know this man's story or his name. But, as he stared at Sherlock with wide eyes, he knew only one thing. Someday he wanted to make music like this man did.
I'm sooooooo sorry for not updating in so long. It feels like I haven't written in months. I hope that you liked this chapter. Please leave reviews on what you want to see written and just your general opinion. Thanks so much for reading this far!
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