Sherlock December ficlets prompt: Wish List
Sherlock bounded up the steps of 221B in excitement. Molly had actually given him a perfect liver to experiment on and he didn't have to sweet-talk her for it. He definitely wasn't going to question why. He swept into the flat and put the container in one of the crispers in the refrigerator. Taking off his coat and scarf, he went back to the living room to hang the items on the back of the door.
"What are you doing?" Sherlock asked as he spotted John sitting at the table bent over a piece of paper and chewing on the end of a pen.
"Thinking," John responded distractedly.
Sherlock walked to the table and peered over John's shoulder. He stood back up with a smirk and took a seat opposite John. "A Christmas wish list? Really John? I never took you for writing to Santa. Aren't you a little old for that?" Sherlock took out his mobile and opened the web browser.
John pulled the pen out of his mouth. "It's not for Santa, you idiot. It's for work. We're doing a secret Santa."
"What is a secret Santa?"
"Seriously?"
Sherlock glanced from his phone to John. "Am I the type of person to ask questions when I know the answer?" He actually did know what a secret Santa was, but sometimes just liked John explaining things to him.
"The things you don't know." John shook his head in amusement. "You pick someone's name at random, buy them a Christmas gift of a certain cost, and you don't say who you've picked. It's a secret." John jotted something down on the paper in front of him and put the pen back in his mouth.
"And is a list required for this secret Santa?" Sherlock pocketed his phone and grabbed John's laptop which was sitting under a stack of papers next to him.
"Not usually. There were complaints about the gifts that were given over the last couple of years so a majority of the staff decided on adding wish lists this year."
Sherlock typed something into Google and waited for the page to load. "If I was doing a secret Santa, I wouldn't need to buy an item from a wish list. I would already know what the person would want."
John put the pen down and folder the paper into thirds. "I'd love to see your wish list." A moment later, John's smile disappeared and he looked at Sherlock horrified. "No. I take that back. I wouldn't want to see it. Your list would probably give me nightmares."
Sherlock looked up at John clearly offended. He quietly closed the laptop, and without a word, retreated to the kitchen to begin his experiment. His happy mood from earlier was now gone. "Stupid wish lists," he muttered as he pulled the liver out of the refrigerator. He hoped to lose himself in his experiment fairly quickly so he didn't have to think on why John's comment actually hurt. Not that he would ever have the urge to do so, and knowing that it wouldn't hold anything odd anyway; he made a mental note to never make a Christmas wish list.
