Sorry it's been so long! I had a busy last month (and overall year) with school, but it's finally over! So I should be updating this more often because of increased amounts of free time :) Thanks for all the reviews! Also trying to fix the formatting… It keeps posting oddly, sorry if it's ruining the story. I will try to fix everything ASAP -B
They marched across a nearby field, Sherlock reaching out his hand to John. John stared at it confused,
"Are you wanting me to hold your hand?"
Sherlock looked at John and smiled,
"Actually I wanted your gun, but I guess we can hold hands if that makes you feel better."
John shook his head and laughed,
"What makes you think I would bring a gun to Christmas dinner at your parents?"
Sherlock just laughed,
"Well it wouldn't be much of a surprise for someone who keeps a tire leaver in his pants..."
"One time Sherlock... One time."
"Sure... Now gun."
"Fine", John grumbled as he reached down the back of his pants and pulled out his gun, handing it over to Sherlock.
"Do you always keep your gun in your pants?"
"Not now Sherlock..."
The two continued to walk across the field until the sounds of a helicopter approaching created a hurricane of wind around them.
John let out groan,
"It's Christmas!" He screamed, trying to be heard above to loud noise of the helicopter.
"That's exactly how I feel!" Sherlock exuberantly shouted back, but one look at John told Sherlock different.
"Oh you mean it's really Christmas..." His sentence ended in a rather sad tone as he noticed John's lack of excitement. They climbed aboard the helicopter and took off, John just going along for the ride, not quite sure where they would end up. Finally a house came into view that John soon recognized to be Magnussen's.
"I hope he made dinner because I'm starving", John grumbled out.
"What's that?" Sherlock yelled to John.
"Nothing, just said his house looked nice."
"Hm", was all Sherlock could offer in return.
The helicopter landed and Sherlock thanked the driver and jumped out, turning around to help John down before even thinking twice.
"I'm not a two year old", John complained. None the less though he allowed Sherlock to lift him down and out of the helicopter.
They walked to what they presumed to be the front door (hard to tell on such an architecturally confusing house). The door was surprisingly unlocked and John and Sherlock walked right in. What surprised John and Sherlock was not Magnussen sitting relaxed on the couch, but the person sitting next to him. As they walked in closer only one confused word left John's mouth,
"Mary?"