Chapter 3- Exchanging
Sherlock quickly wrapped his gift and hid it under one of John jumpers and John's armchair. Then Sherlock began to wonder if John had brought him something as well. His heart fluttered with the idea so he quickly put it out like an unwanted lit candle. He looked around the flat for one quick look over. Ginger bread people on the tree: Check. Clean flat: Check. Gift: Check. 'Good.' Sherlock was as proud of himself as John was when he ate a whole plate of food. Sherlock's heart jumped out of his chest as he heard John open the flat door. "Home Sher-!" John looked around. "My god..." 'Oh no! Oh no no no! He's mad! I should've never...'
"Sherlock. You...did all of this...for me?" John asked trying to keep the stupid grin of his face. He failed miserably. Sherlock nodded his head nervously, trying to keep the blush on his cheeks from becoming any redder. He also failed. "I know you wanted a nice Christmas...Not like the Jeen's case last year nor the Henry's case." Sherlock looked down at John who was stunned. "Oh and before I forget.."
'I die of nervousness'
"I got you a present." Sherlock hurried over to John's armchair and took out the flat, wrapped gift. When Sherlock returned to John he notice his shorter flatmate was holding out a gift as well. "John...?" Sherlock's heart pounded in his ears, making himself unsure whether he whispered or yelled John's name. "I..ummm got you something too...well I didnt buy it I made it.." John whispered the last part but of course Sherlock heard clearly. John listened to the blood rushing in his ear and his heart going 65 miles a second. John closed his eyes as he felt the fabric leave his palms and in the place of the scarf was a heavier weight. John peaked through one eye and noticed a wrapped, what looked like, document plate. John looked up at Sherlock to see Sherlock eyes full of rare emotions. Adoration, happiness, hope and...love? John quickly unwrapped the gift and almost busted out crying...out of joy of course! In his hands laid a famed document.
This document for Doctor John H. Watson
John, who is the world greatest mystery and most loved man
John, who has risked his life protecting the country
As well as risked his life to stay with a very dangerous man
A man who deserves none of his kindness or worry
A man who angers him every day
A man whoses simply mad
A man who loves him with all of his non-existing heart
I love you John
Now John had began to cry. "Sherlock..." he sobbed and wrapped his arms around Sherlock's waist. "I love you!" John sobbed happily into Sherlock's pj's. Sherlock, shocked still form his heart exploding, said nothing. Then he smiled broadly and wrapped one of his arms around John while the other looked at the scarf the doctor made him. Sherlock lifted John's head at angle so they locked eyes. "I love you too John." he leaned in and distracted the short ex-army man as he slipped the scarf around his neck. "And this scarf you've made me." the lanky detective pulled away and smiled at his John. His small, flushed face, big blue eyed, plain cute John wrapped in a midnight blue scarf that made his eyes pop out.
"Now four things: One." Sherlock walked over to the tree and grabbed John's ginger-person. "Here. Two) Everyone is coming, including mother, over for the annual Two-Days-Before-Christmas party in a few. Greg usually plans it but this year I decided I'd throw it. Three) I want you to wear that scarf during the party and four)" Sherlock places the cookie around John's wrist then pulls the mistletoe from his pocket and holds it above himself and John. "Merry Christmas, love." with that Sherlock snogged John as and everyone else began to arrive. Of course Sherlock and John had forgot that the door was open and they had to be taken apart by a smug 'Ahem' that was produced by none other then their land lady. John broke away from his tall flatmate, blushed and smiled. "Oh...Hey everyone..." he elbowed Sherlock. "Oh yes...Hello. Please come in." and everyone did. The noise of Mycroft and Greg flirting by the kitchen, Sherlock's mom and talking about some T.V soap, Sally and Sarah talking about make-up and Anderson and Dimmock arguing over whose better at their job(With plenty of others) made Sherlock and John smile with pure joy as they leaned against the living room window. "Merry early Christmas 'Lock." John laid his head on Sherlock's chest. "Merry early Christmas John..." Sherlock chuckled and kissed John forehead.
As all continued as planned, Sherlock and John threw four more party's(One-Day-Before-Christmas, Christmas Eve, Christmas day, New years) many more people flowed in. People who couldnt make it, or who were out of town, visited and congratulated the two. John loved that Sherlock had done this for him and Sherlock loved that John loved it and was happy. Sherlock still considered himself a sociopath...but when it comes to John and Christmas...he cant help but feel.
A/N-Grrrrrr! Mistakes ect. are there because! Plz RRA ^^