Day 14: Mittens
"John! We have to go back!" Sherlock exclaimed. They were about 20 away from the cabin on their way home, and Sherlock realized that he forgot something.
"Why? What did you forget?" John asked.
"The mittens! The mittens that you gave me! I forgot them in the cabin!"
"It's okay. We can get you some more mittens. We'll just stop on the way home." John said calmly, as if he was talking to a child.
"No, John. You don't understand! Those were my favorite mittens! You gave them to me!" Sherlock said almost panicked as he turned the car around.
"Sherlock, its fine. I can get you some more mittens. Just keep going home." John said confused. Sherlock had never gotten this upset about something like this before.
Sherlock continued driving toward the cabin
"Why is this such a big deal to you? They're just mittens." John asked curiously.
Sherlock paused. "Because John. You gave them to me. If I lose them, then I lose a small part of you, and I don't want to do that. Not again.
John smiled. They weren't just mittens to him. He realized that no one had ever cared for Sherlock like John did. Of course, there was Mycroft, but that was brotherly love. He saw that as obligatory. And his parents never really expressed their love. No. John chose to care for him. John wanted to love this man. No one had ever chosen to love him. In Sherlock's eyes, the mittens showed that John loved him.
They pulled up to the cabin, and Sherlock ran in to grab the mittens.
John got out of the car and leaned on the front, waiting.
He waited for a good minute or so, and then Sherlock came running out of the cabin, mittens raised above his head in triumph.
Sherlock ran up to John, and stopped abruptly. "Got 'em." He said.
John smiled, and got back in the car. Sherlock walked around to the driver's side, and got in, starting the car.