Random Note (RN): Just as an fyi, last chapter John was just checking Sher's temperature again. Completely innocent. (Well, for now at least.) Prepare for more cuteness.

A/N: Okay so guys, I'm going to be honest, this week I feel... tired. Just... tired. In every sense of the word. So I'm sorry for all of the delays, I'm working on things as fast as my brain and body will allow. Cheers for reading. It really means the world to me.

25 Days of Christmas

Day 15

15 December, 2013

Sunday, Sherlock was feeling better. His fever wasn't as bad (John couldn't feel the heat radiating off of him as much at least) and he was talking a bit more due to the fact that his throat wasn't aching him so much. It sounded like he still had some fluid in his lungs to John, but it wasn't as worrisome as it had been a few nights ago.

"So..." John said at one point. For some reason the ongoing silence seemed oppressive, even though ninety-percent of the past three days had been spent in relative quiet.
"So..." Sherlock repeated, obviously not understanding John's need for words, noise, something. He had been talking for most of the morning, and had stopped some time after breakfast. John nibbled at his bottom lip, looking around the flat.
"Wonder what Mrs Hudson is up to," he lamely remarked. Sherlock shrugged. Really, as long as their landlady was well and good, Sherlock didn't care what she was up to. "No snow," John said next with genuine contempt. "Weather's crap."
"Mm," Sherlock hummed, closing his eyes, fingers steepled under his chin.
John's eyes wandered about the room a bit more before a realisation hit him. He chuckled. "Y'know, we never did get around to decorating the flat."
Sherlock smirked a bit at that, cracking an eye. "No... no we didn't."
The air seemed to lighten, and John was content to leave it at that. Later however, it thickened again.

"Have you seen that trailer?" he asked after a while. The two were watching telly, mildly bored out of their minds.
"Hm?"
"The one that was just on."
Sherlock squinted at him, then looked back at the telly. "Yes, why?"
"That dragon just sounded a lot like you. Only with more filters."
Sherlock's head tilted to the side a bit as he thought back. "That one actor looked a lot like you as well..."
John frowned. "Did he? I wasn't paying attention." At Sherlock's nod, he decided he needed to look further into this.

"Okay, so there's this man - Benedict... Cumber... Cumb... Cucumber... Cabbage Patch-"
"Cumberbatch," Sherlock read over John's shoulder."
"-Who apparently is the voice actor for Smaug and a... necromancer in this 'Hobbit' film." John looked over his shoulder slightly to see his friend squinting at the picture on the screen. "You two could be twins."
"Only he's ginger," Sherlock remarked. "So who's the hobbit?"
"Ah..." John tapped at the keyboard. "Name's Martin Freeman. Hey! He's been in Love Actually!"
Sherlock scrunitised this man's face as well. "Are you sure you two aren't the same person?"
John rolled his eyes. "No Sherlock. Y'know how I go away every day to Bart's? I'm actually running off to my secret acting career with your evil twin. Or not so evil. Everyone here describes this Cumber... Cu... Cum-ber-batch character as 'sweet' and 'adorable'. Apparently he's just made of sugar and spice and everything nice."
Sherlock made a face, and John kept scrolling.
"What is up with this man and his middle finger?" John exclaimed when he stumbled upon a massive amount of gifs.
It was an interesting rest of the evening.

RN: mmm, Hobbit references