Day Six - Woollen Heart
Sherlock POV
A few years ago I had a case involving an Austrian Sheep Herder, who had a penchant for making his own clothes; in the time when I was living undercover on his farm, he taught me how to knit jumpers. Ever since the first day after my flight home from Karachi, I had been working on a new sweater. Admittedly, it had a few holes in it and it was very slightly lopsided, but within a few sleepless nights it was complete.
I waited until John went downstairs to see Mrs Hudson, and ask if she had something that he needed for his breakfast, and I slipped into his bedroom with the jumper in hand, before folding it and placing it on his jumper. I just managed to slip out of the room in time for John to come up the stairs to get dressed for his visit to his sister, and I watched through the crack in the door as he picked up the soft bundle and stroked the soft wool with a finger. But I was gone before he could turn and see me.
It seemed the perfect gift, he always said it was the thought and the effort that mattered rather than the price tag, and it had taken rather a lot of both, so I hoped he appreciated. Besides, his woollen jumpers were one of the first things I thought of when I thought of John – after his smile and the laughter lines around his blue eyes. He was a small bundle of blonde hair, eyes, smile and wool in my head, and I could certainly understand why Mrs Hudson's old friends would natter on about how adorable he was when we went down to her flat and accidentally stumbled into their tea and biscuit circle. I was glad that Mrs Hudson seemed to have recovered so well from losing her husband, Mrs Turner seemed to have introduced her to a large group and she certainly seemed much happier than she had when we first bumped into each other on the street.
John came down the stairs as I was sitting back down on the sofa, reading the paper; he said nothing about the jumper he was no wearing, he didn't need to. From the day on, he wore it whenever he could.
AN. Interesting thing happened today; I google searched this story and found something called the "fanfiction reader's diary" by HEREDHETHER, in Czech I believe. Which is a lovely little review (from what I can gather, as it is written in czech and I'm using google translate to read it) who thinks this is a very artistic idea and one in a million, and it was just really sweet. Although I gathered they don't like the romancing at the moment as much as the preceding stuff, don't worry we'll be back to the more typical angst soon czech person! If you're reading this, thank you!
