I have a few requests I'm currently working on, but this one jumped out at me, after rewatching a few scenes between them, and I noticed the similar scarfs they wore, also from a post on Tumblr. Writers imagination kicked in.
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Description: The Story behind the iconic Blue scarf. (Idea came from Tumblr)
He had always detested Christmas. So cheerful and waiting for a chubby man in a ridiculous red suit was something he never understood. Why ask for something you could buy yourself from a man you never saw or who didn't exist?
It was preposterous.
Entering the morgue, he sighed as Christmas music trickled to his ears. Leave it to her to enjoy this time of year.
It was one of the things he deduced when he met her. She was full of emotions. Something he detested or considered a hindrance, and yet…
He rolled his eyes, and shook his head.
"Oh, Sherlock, I didn't think you were coming today."
He clasped his hands behind his back, and hummed. "Why wouldn't I?" He asked, nonchalantly.
Molly Hooper, resident pathologist, smiled, and bowed her head. "Well, I…it's Christmas Eve." She stuttered, and he sighed when he saw her cheeks redden.
"Only for people who celebrate it," He remarked, lowering his head a fraction before lifting it to look at her once more. "Do you have something for me?" He asked, hoping she had something that would occupy him during this pagan time.
Molly smiled, and turned on her heel, letting her hair fly behind her as she did so. "Oh, yes…"
Sherlock sighed, and moved towards the table, wishing there was a body to look at. He heard her small steps come up behind him, and he slowly turned to find her holding a red package with green ribbon in her hands.
"You don't have to open now, but Happy Christmas." She remarked, extending her arms towards him.
He lowered his eyes to the package, and saw the way her hands slightly shook. She was nervous. Knowing he had to act seemingly interested, he gave a slight smile, and took the package from her hands.
She smiled, and bowed her head. "I'll, uh, get you those organs you wanted."
"No," He remarked, causing her to stop mid-turn, and tilt her head to gaze at him. "I'll get them later. Good day, Molly Hooper." He stated, walking towards the door, and stopped to look at her. "Um, Happy Christmas," He added, opening the door, and stepped through, leaving her flabbergasted, and staring at the door as if she was missing something important.
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He stared at the package. His hands folded in front of his face, and his eyes focused on the object. He would have to open it sooner or later.
His rainbow eyes narrowed, slightly, trying to figure out what it was. No one, besides his parents, ever gave him a gift.
Leaning forward, he dropped his hands to slowly unwrap the gift. The green ribbon fell on the table, and slowly, he un-wrapped the red package. Looking at the white box, his fingers itched to open it. Slowly lifting the lid, he froze for a second as he saw blue material resting inside.
Dropping the lid beside the bottom half, he reached inside the box, and slowly lifted the material, along with a small white note.
It gets cold sometimes.
He couldn't stop the smile on his face, as he lowered the note, and stretched the blue material out. He nodded, and slowly wrapped it around his neck.
Standing up to look in the mirror in his bathroom, he nodded. It was handmade. The color was perfect, not bright not dull, but unique.
It was him.
The next day and for days to come, Sherlock Holmes never went anywhere without the blue scarf, and only he knew why.
Molly Hooper made it.
Please be kind!
Hope you liked it! With it being Christmas, this story seemed calling to me to write.
Again, those who sent in requests, I'm working on them right now, and hope to have them up in a few days. If you have anymore, send them in, and I'll see what I can do!
Until Next Time...