A/N: Day two. Only four more until I'm caught up.
25 Days of Christmas
Chapter 2
2 December, 2013
"No," Sherlock grumbled when John walked up to the table, hands in his coat pockets.
"What?" John asked innocently.
"I'm not going."
"Sherlock."
"John."
"We're going to see lights."
"Why?" Sherlock demanded.
"Because." John smiled dangerously. "They're on the way to get a tree."
"Are you still on about a tree?" groaned Sherlock. John simply stood there. When Sherlock showed no signs of moving, John crossed his arms. He was treading on thin ice. With a sigh and a roll of his eyes, Sherlock consented. "Fine. But I will not like it."
"You don't have to," John said to his friend's back as he walked to his room to change.
"Oh wow," John said, eyes wide. It was dusky. They had left about an hour after John had finished his shift in the A&E, and Sherlock had to admit it wasn't horrible. The lights themselves he couldn't care less about, but the childish wonder that graced John's face brought a smile to his own. "Aren't they beautiful?" John suddenly asked, and Sherlock's face scrunched up. So long, smile.
"No."
John frowned at him. Sherlock's lip twitched up.
"They aren't awful," he consented. John smiled up at him and returned his gaze to the lights.
Back at the flat, John admired the box that held their tree. He saw the embodiment of the Christmas spirit. Sherlock saw endless hours of pointless work ahead of them.
"We can wait until tomorrow to put it up," John yawned.
"Oh, why not do it now?" Sherlock asked sarcastically. "I know there's nothing I'd rather do after three hours of meandering about all of London looking for it."
John raised a brow. "Three hours compared to the countless ones I've spent with you on cases, you think about that Mr Scrooge."
"You like going on cases and you know it," Sherlock mumbled to empty air after John had trudged upstairs for bed. He glared at the box in the corner of the flat and snorted.