AN:
Sorry this is much shorter than the first one, I really wanted to update but haven't had as much time today as I thought I would have.
Next one will be super long though, I promise:)
Also, thank you to my reviewers:D It means a lot a lot a lot to me that you like it:)
booda77 - Hope the envelope wasn't a disappointment!
juls-emo - There will be a hell of a lot more sweet moments coming up and lots of fluff!
And also, thank you everyone who alerted/favourited etc, it means a lot, I'm fairly new to writing fanfiction, so, I hope I don't disappoint!
Sherlock flipped the large heavy envelope over a few times and knew within seconds who it was from. He let out a moan of frustration and threw his head back to look up at the ceiling. Unluckily, he put slightly too much effort into tipping his head back and smacked it against the wall causing him to let out another groan of annoyance.
John couldn't help himself, as much as he tried, a quiet snigger escaped from him before he had a chance to stifle it completely.
Sherlock shot John a dirty look and huffed again. Here we go, John thought, cue five year old Sherlock.
"So, what can you tell me about it so far mighty detective? What have you so cleverly deduced oh brainy one?" John teased elbowing him to try and lighten the mood.
"It comes from the she devil. Clearly." He said bluntly, obviously still a bit ticked about who the package had come from.
"Who would the she devil be then?" John raised an eyebrow and leaned back into the sofa preparing for a new enemy such as Moriarty or Adler, but the answer he got, was quite the opposite.
"Its from Mummy." Sherlock deadpanned.
At this point, John could not help but burst into guffaws of sweet laughter. As much as Sherlock was offended by his reaction, he couldn't not smile, he loved Johns laugh, it was infectious, pure, and just an all round comfort to him.
Wiping tears from his eyes, John finally got enough breath back to speak again.
"Mummy? The she devil? Really Sherlock? Of all people? Jeez, what is it with you and your family?" John shook his head in disbelief and at the murderous look Sherlock give him, he raised his arms in mock surrender.
Once Sherlock had decided he'd glared enough at John, he began to pout, yes pout, like an insolent child.
"One day John, I'll tell you all about my family and me, one day. I will warn you though, it will have to be a very, very long day." He let out a sigh, and ripped open the envelope.
"Oh god. You have got to be kidding me! She's practically handing me reasons to hate her on a silver platter now." He growled once he'd slid the large thick album out of the covering.
John leaned forward, one hand resting on Sherlocks shoulder, to get a better view and on the deep red cover the words read Mycroft and Sherlock, growing up. In shiny gold writing. Well, this will be… Interesting. John thought to himself and smiled a triumphant smile. Finally something he may be able to blackmail Sherlock with after all the times he'd embarrassed him.
Sherlock cleared his throat and shifted slightly.
"So, um, aren't you tired John? Maybe you should get an early night. We can look at this, maybe, another time." The touch of pink in his face was no longer from the cold outside but from mortification. He couldn't let John see these. He'd never look at him the same way again, he'd never let him forget and would never let him live it down.
"Um, somehow, I think I have enough energy left to look at a few pictures." And in a flash, John had grabbed the photo album and scooted to the other end of the sofa. He had a firm grip on the album and give Sherlock a quick wink. A grin spread across his face, he could practically see the cogs working in Sherlocks head and the steam coming out of his ears as he tried to figure out a way out of this one.