Hello All! We've wrapped up the Christmas fundraiser and Jenny is about to get an early Christmas gift
We own neither the show or the songs. Jenny is Modern's OC.
Have yourself a merry little Christmas
Let your heart be light
From now on
our troubles will be out of sight
Have yourself a merry little Christmas
Make the Yule-tide gay
From now on
our troubles will be miles away
The slow, contemplative notes of the carol swept through 221 B, which was looking more and more festive by the day. If anyone asked Sherlock why, he'd insist that it was because Jenny needed to let out all the excited energy that she had pent up. But deep down, in that ticking mechanical part where his heart supposedly resided, he enjoyed having all the fuss being made over his apartment. Jenny was trying to make the best out of her first Christmas in London. He imagined that it could be somewhat trying, even if her parents were coming to spend the holiday with her.
"What do you think Sherlock?" Jenny asked, motioning to the small tree. He looked up from the popcorn garland that he was stringing.
"It looks good." The tree contained an assortment of red, green, and silver ornaments (he had drawn the line at tinsel). He tied off the garland. "I think we can get this hung up." The Sinatra Christmas station continued to play in the background as the neighbors worked together to position the popcorn piece over the fireplace.
"John and Mary said they would be by when?"
"A little after six. They'll have some supplies to make food for the party." The annual Baker Street party was in a few days. Jenny, though excited for the party, was just hoping the good weather would hold.
Here were are as in olden days
happy golden days of yore
Faithful friends who are dear to us
gather near to us once more
"ding dong" Jenny looked over to Sherlock quizzically. "Who could that be?" Sherlock rolled his eyes. But desperately tried to hide his smirk.
"I don't know Jenny. Why don't you go find out?" It was the young woman's turn to roll her eyes as she marched down the steps to the entrance.
"Can I help…" Jenny's mouth dropped open in shock. There, standing in front of her, were her parents. The couple had shared smiles on their faces.
"Surprise, honey!" Her mom exclaimed. "Can we come in or are you just going to keep staring at us like we're behind glass?" Jenny snapped out of her shock and leapt to hug her parents.
"Who is it Jenny?" The detective's baritone voice cut in. Upon seeing the group embracing in the door way, he chuckled. "You know it'd be more comfortable if you brought them in before doing that, right?"
"Oh for heaven's sake Sherlock!" The couple stepped into the hall before turning to the consulting detective.
"Sherlock Holmes?" Jenny's mother asked. Sherlock nodded before extending his hand to the brunette haired woman.
"Yes, a pleasure to meet . . . umph." Sherlock found himself enveloped in a very tight embrace. The older woman stood a little below his shoulder, and had managed to reach her arms around him.
"You're fortunate she didn't give you a kiss," Jenny's father remarked from the side. He extended his hand to the younger man as Jenny's mother untangled herself from him. "We owe you a lot for looking out for Jenny while she's been here." Jenny thought she saw a tinge of a blush on Sherlock's cheeks.
"Yes, well . . . would you like help with your luggage?"
The four made their way down the hall to Jenny's apartment, each with a suitcase in hand. Jenny's mother explained that they had taken an earlier flight in order to surprise her. Jenny was beaming from ear to ear.
"bring bring, bring bring" Jenny's head shot up as she set her mom's suitcase in the bedroom. "Who could be trying to skype me right now?" She dashed to her couch where her tablet sat. Her smile got even wider before answering.
"Hi Alina!" Sherlock glanced briefly over Jenny's shoulder to see the tan, feminine face framed by straight black hair. "How are you?"
"Doing well!" The bright, yet accented voice responded. "Are you at home?" Jenny quirked her eyebrows.
"Yes. But why…" It was then that Jenny noticed that Alina was sitting in a car.
"Well, come and see." Alina moved her camera to revel that she was standing outside of 221 Baker Street. Jenny bounded out of her apartment before anyone could respond. She threw open the door to revel the shorter, young woman on the other side. Alina smiled as Jenny grabbed her in a hug, dragging her friend inside all the while.
"You're really here! All the way from Alaska! What are you doing here?" Her friend chuckled shaking her head as they walked to the 221 C.
"I'm here to see you of course. Hi Mr. Paul, hi Miss. Bea," Alina greeted the couple in the room before turning to the detective. "You must be Sherlock."
"Yes. And you must be Jenny's native friend from Alaska. You are a teacher and you're not just here for a visit. You brought your dry cleaning bag, probably containing the only dress suit you own. No, you're here for an interview as well." His deductions earned him blank stares and a punch from Jenny. Alina just smirked.
"I was warned about you. You're right, I do have an interview. But I didn't want to say anything right away. If I get the position, I'll be in England for at least a year." Jenny by this point was hooked.
"You mean you'd be living here?" Alina nodded and Jenny could only pray that it was the case.
The conversations continued to be light hearted. Sherlock excused himself to allow the small group to get caught up. Jenny for her part was immensely glad to have family and friends surrounding her for the holiday and felt so blessed for the surprise of their early and unexpected arrival. As they continued to unpack, the word of the old carol floated through the rooms of 221 C-
Through the years we all will be together
If the Fates allow
Hang a shining star upon the highest bough
And have yourself a merry little Christmas now.
A little longer than normal, but I hope you all enjoyed. Please leave a review!
Song: Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas
Preferred Version: Frank Sinatra