Sherlock Oneshots

Christmas at Baker Street

There he was. Sitting right across from me. He was talking to Molly, something about Harry. I didn't care what, as it was irrelevant. Other than, of course, that she was related to John. 

John. He was... Perfection. He didn't see it himself, I'm not sure how. His eyes, his hair, his body, his mind. Although nothing like my own, the best a human can get as for kindness and compassion. I could tell what many people were thinking, but sometimes he was a mystery. For instance, his affections. I cannot tell. My personal opinion is biased in favor of his affections towards myself, and Mycroft, the prick, won't tell me his opinion. 

Today I may as well find out whether or not my observations are accurate. But for now, I must... Socialize. 

***

"Hello, Lestrade!" The man walked into the room in front of me. "Hello, Sherlock." Mrs. Hudson gives him a glass of whiskey and pulls up a chair. "At least I'm getting a break. Sally and Anderson are working all night on this case. Sherlock, can't you help?"

"No, Lestrade. The case is a 5. Even you and your team of idiots should be able to get it."

"Sherlock!" John said crossly.

"Sorry, John." We walked into the kitchen so he could tell me off. 

"You need to stop insulting people. It's Christmas for God's sake! Can't you at least try to be nice?" 

"Sorry, John." 

"Give the man a break, he's working on Christmas Eve. Can't you ever shut up?"

"I'll try." Really, I would. If John asked me too. 

We walked back into the living room where Molly had joined the party. She'd brought her annoying new boyfriend along, Ryan. They only were there for a few minutes, but that didn't stop her from obviously showing off towards me. I decided to deduce her boyfriend instead. 

American accent, but with British touches. Been here 4, no 5 years but old habits die hard. Moved here for college. Midwestern, probably somewhere near Wisconsin. Purple hair treated well. Guess is he is bisexual but pretends to be straight. He has a new phone, not fromMolly. Not interested in a long-term relationship. Relaxed around her, she reminds him of someone he knew years ago. Probably in Year 7 or so.  I was snapped out of my thoughts by the leaving of Molly, her boyfriend, and Lestrade. Mrs. Hudson forced cookies on all of them and wished them a merry Christmas. We didn't open presents, not after last year's fiasco. John put on some random children's movie, something about Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer. 

***

"Where is the cake I got!?!" Mrs. Hudson called out. She had gotten a Yule Log and was going to share it with John and me. "You put it in the cupboard." She got it down and there was an audible sigh from John.  It was a beautiful cake, I suppose. It looked exactly like a log if you remembered logs as decoration and not things you would find in the woods. 

I sliced the cake and dealt it out onto plates. It was very chocolatey. I ate a small portion of mine before pushing it delicately away. I couldn't eat, partly because I don't eat, and partly because I was nervous. Today was the day I was going to tell John. Of course, I was nervous! I have planned his reactions but I guess logic isn't what I can use to figure this out. 

*** 

Mrs. Hudson had left the flat. Finally, John and I were alone. It was around 11 but we figured we could stay up to open a few presents, something about John's "family traditions." I opened up his gift to me. It was a simple new watch. There was something carved into it, so I glanced further at the bottom. It said, "For friendship and the joy it brings." Oh no. Oh no oh no oh no. Friendship. That was all. My heart sunk. Of course, he didn't like me in that way. It was stupid of me to think so. We were friends and that's all we would ever be. 

I allowed John to open my present. It was a new sweater for him with a pattern of doves running down it. It was purple and white, a bit odd, but pretty none the less. He reached forwards. "Thank you, Sherlock," he said while hugging me. That was it. I didn't know what would happen next. I hadn't planned for this but according to Molly spontaneous is sometimes the best way to be. When John pulled back from the hug, I leaned in again and gently pressed my lips against his. He pulled away. I didn't bother to look at his face before I ran into my room in shame. Of course. I would never be anything but a friend to him. I'd have to leave now. 

Okay, guys, this is a two-parter. Sorry, it took me so long to update. I'll try to be better about it. Also, happy belated holiday you celebrate! And happy 2017! The next will be a new year one. Sorry again for update failures. Like, comment and follow if you want there to be more, I live for this stuff. See you soon sort of! 

-Cat