AN: School is over, family emergency seems to be better off, in theory I'll be on more of a schedule again soon.

Doctor: 10th


Christmas was coming fast to 221B. John had haphazardly strung some fairy lights, and Sherlock had killed the Christmas tree during an experiment. John took off the lights after that, not wanting the tree to catch fire.

It was a quite night in on Christmas Eve, when a familiar sound came in through the window.

"Looks like we have company, Sherly."

"If you value our current arrangement of 'no-body-parts-in-the-fridge', you will never call me that again. Which is it?"

"Gangly one with glasses. He doesn't seem to have anyone with him. Looks happy enough, though."

"His present's on the shelf."