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the Spirit of Christmas

Mrs Hudson was humming. One Christmas tune after another. Jingel bells jingel bellls, deck the halls, Hallelujah... 

Sometimes Sherlock would join in by playing the melody on his Violin. Then it was lovely. When Sherlock plays it was like a summer wind or gentle waves  of Music for your brain. Everything seemed good and nice. John wished the angelic tune never stopped. Sherlock looked calm and .. humanly. Not like the machine he represented so often.

But sometimes Sherlock would yell at Mrs Hudson to shut up. Then, the scene was anything but relaxed. Mrs Hudson was not so squeamish that she would take it personally, but John felt very unwell about it. He didn't liked the yelling Sherlock.

John could hear Mrs Hudson coming up the stairs, humming Silent night 

and one second later....

"MRS HUDSON! SOME PEOPLE TRYING TO WORK HERE" Sherlock yelled out of the kitchen, were he was sitting in front of his microscope and trying... well, John didn't really knew which mystery track Sherlock was on right now.

 It was Christmas, for Gods sake!

Couldn't they all just be happy and festive? Wasn't the Spirit of Christmas charity and humanity? But of course Sherlock was anything but human, John knew for a Long time. Why should it be different on Christmas?

"Oh Sherlock, it's Christmas. You should not be so grumpy about it, otherwise Santa will not bring you anything." Mrs Hudson responded and placed a tray with tea and biscuits on the table.

John himself sat in his chair, reading the newspaper, or pretending to do so. He kept himself busy thinking about the perfect place for the Christmas tree. He knew a huge one was not an opinion but a cute, small one? But it was hard to get the christmas mood, with a grumpy Sherlock in their kitchen.

John thought about decorating a Christmas tree with Sherlock. A calm, human, smiling Sherlock.... Both in Christmas Jumpers, Christmas Music in the Background... Sherlock would decorate the top with tinsels and John the bottom...   He knew that this was stupid wishful thinking. He could never have something like a relationship with Sherlock. Not that he wanted to! Hell no! He was not gay. But he wished for a better friendship, thats all.  (Sure, John....)

John stood up to grab a Cup of tea and some biscuits. He took two Cups out of the cupboard and milk out of the fridge. He could feel Sherlocks eyes following his movements, but John tried to ignore it, while he poured the tea into the Cups with a shot of milk. When he looked up to handed one Cup to Sherlock, the detective was looking down on his microscope again. John placed the tea next to the other man and took a shortbread Cookie.

"You shouldn't be so mean to Mrs Hudson, you know." John said without looking at the Detective.

"Mmpf" snorted Sherlock to his Microscope.

"It's not a crime to like Christmas. I thought about decorating the Apartment.." John said by the way.

Sherlock looked up, confused.  "You want.... Decoration?" he asked like John said he wanted a spaceship and live on the moon with a rabbit. 

"Yeah.. some. Maybe a few lights and a tree.." John felt unwell under Sherlocks bewildered gaze.

"you want a tree?" Sherlock repeated.

"God, sherlock thats nothing extraordinary" John rolled with his eyes. Why did he brought that up again? 

"No. okay. you want a tree we get a tree" Sherlock said to Johns surprise. He felt a wave of affection for the tall man.

"and all the other useless stuff if you like" and the wave was gone.

"Oh, wow. Okay. Thanks." Sherlock stood up to get something out of the fridge too. He stopped next to John. Close, very Close.

"Everything for my Blogger." he whispered in Johns ear. John turned his head, surprised. The other mans lips were so Close he wouldn't even Need to lead Forward. They both stood there for a while, not moving.

Till they heard Mrs Hudson steps on the stairs again. Both took a step backwards.

John realized that he had Held his breath and his cheeks felt warmer than usually.

"It was so silent up here. I hope nobody got murdered." Mrs Hudson gatecrashed in.

to be continued.