A/N: Guys. Hey, hey guys. Hey, guys, guess what. IT'S ALMOST CHRISTMAS GUYS. Anyway. This chapter is cute. I hope you like it.


When John walked into the room, what he saw was what he least expected. Sherlock was sitting in his chair, frustratingly fumbling about with something he held in his hands, tossing it about slightly through his anger.

John coughed when Sherlock didn't see him, and Sherlock looked up, looking surprised and very much caught unawares.

"What are you doing, Sherlock?"

"I . . . . Uh . . . . N- Nothing?"

John just raised his eyebrow and smirked, knowing Sherlock knew he couldn't get away with it.

"I . . . . I was trying to knit you a scarf, but . . . it didn't quite . . . work out . . . ," he managed, holding his odd creation up, rather ashamed.

John tried as hard as he could to contain his laughter, but it was useless. He broke out in a laugh, causing Sherlock only to get angry.

"Is it not good enough, John? I wouldn't have attempted it if I had known how you would react. If that-"

"No, Sherlock, no," he said, finally stopping his laughter. "I suppose I just find it funny that you would ever do something like that, even if it's for me," John explained as he sat in his seat, opposite Sherlock.

In response, Sherlock just looked down at the mess in his lap, took the needles out, stood up, and tossed the thing in John's lap. He moved to go, but John grabbed his wrist. Sherlock looked down at him confused, but John just sat there. He twined his fingers into the loose threads Sherlock had been toying with earlier, pulled Sherlock down, and put the knotted mass behind his neck. Then he tugged, and pulled Sherlock in for a kiss.

"It's perfect," John murmured into the kiss. "I love it."

And Sherlock just kissed him back in response.


A/N: So, yeah. Cute, right? Review and let me know! I really liked this chapter. (Although, I am really tired, so that may have some effect on it.)

Keep Writing. XD