A/N: I was wondering if you guys wanted me to add an extra chapter on New Years Eve. Hmm... Anyways, hello to my new French reviewer! I hope this isn't to hard to read! Onwards!
John had dragged Sherlock all over London to get gifts for Christmas. They had bought things for Molly (cat toys), Lestrade (a new tie), and Mrs. Hudson (a new sweater). Now, John had dragged Sherlock in to another shop to buy gifts from each other.
Sherlock was probably the hardest person to buy a gift for. The only thing he really cared about was a murder, and John couldn't get that for him- well, at least not legally.
John finally chose a book on poisons. Hopefully, Sherlock wouldn't use this to poison John.
John joined his flatmate in front of the store and together, they set off down the road, looking for a cab. It was dark already, and was beginning to rain.
Finally, they found a cab. John was exhausted, wet, and hungry. He climbed in, told the cabbie the address, and closed his eyes with a sigh. His eyes were begging for sleep, and his head seemed to pound with each beat of his heart.
A few minutes later, Sherlock looked up from his phone in surprise. John had fallen asleep, and leaned against Sherlock. John's breath fluttered Sherlock's long hair lightly, sending shivers down his back.
The cab stopped in front of 221B, and Sherlock quickly paid the fine and stepped out of the cab, pulling a half-asleep John with him.
When they arrived in the living room, Sherlock laid John down on the sofa, covered the ex-army doctor with a blanket, and went off to his room. John needed his rest. Christmas was coming up soon, after all.