Chapter 2-John

John was sitting in his office, waiting for the next child or adult to come in with a flu or cold. But instead of thinking about his next patients he was thinking about what to get the worlds one and only consulting detective that just happened to be his flatmate. John wanted something that showed Sherlock just how much he loved him. John wanted to tell him sooner...but he kept backing down at the last minute so he wanted to tell him today. Maybe they could spend Christmas together! John thought about buying Sherlock a new phone but thought Sherlock liked his phone better. Scratches & chips of glass, all memories of great chases. He thought about books but then knew they'd only get acid holes through the middle and decided it'd be better for the books if they never met Sherlock Holmes. Then an idea came to mind as soon as a knock sounded at his door. "Doors open!" he called, still smiling. "Hey John...uhmmm if you have anywhere to go...I'll take your list and-" Sarah never finished her offer as the only thing she saw was John's chair going in circles. "Thanks Sarah! Be back in 30, thanks again!" John yelled as he threw his coat on, pushed Sarah out the way and went outside to hail a cab. "It's for Sherlock..! Damn him!" Sarah hissed to herself as she walked back to her office, pouting.

John had brought two bags of midnight blue and one bag of inky black yarn. Ms. Hudson had taught him some tricks about knitting on top of his knowledge. He was going to make Sherlock a scarf. He may not wear it like his normal one but John really hoped he liked it. John hailed a cab back to the hospital and ran to his office. "Hi John I-" the door slammed in her face. "Every time..." She whispers and go back to her office. John checked the clock in his office. He needed more time! He picked up his phone and texted Sherlock.

Too many people. Gonna be here for another hour-JW

The reply was quick

Kids with the flu?-SH

John smiled.

Couple-JW

Try not to get kicked again-SH

John placed his phone down and started knitting. He started up and over then loops and other little designs that made the scarf look unique. 'Just like it's owner….'

With Sherlock

'Another hour? Better for me.'

Sherlock thought to himself as he wondered around, in and out the stores. Sherlock had spotted some jumpers, jam and other simple things he thought John would like. But that was the problem: They were all simple. And John was anything but simple. He was….he was…..he was the only man to render Sherlock Holmes wordless. Sherlock had laid John's whole life story in front of both John, himself, and Mike so why was John still a mystery? Sherlock didn't know and that was what had was drawn him. The man who saved the sarcastic, insensitive, pain in the ass detective and has stayed with him over 42 hours is someone who should be appreciated every minute of every hour of everyday. And Sherlock finally understood what he should get John.

John was finally done and held up the scarf to examine. A dark midnight blue scarf with the name Sherlock Holmes largely stitched in black on the inside. Another knock brought John out of his thoughts. "Come in!" he called hiding the scarf behind him. "Hmmm John? There's no one else here today so you can go-" John jumped out of his chair scarf in hand. "Sarah you are amazing!" he kissed her cheek, grabbed his phone and texted Sherlock.

Coming home now. Flat's still in tack?-JW

Very much so.-SH

All right be home in 10-JW

A/N-Huh huh? RRA