Sherlock Imagines [ Book 2 ]

All I Want For Christmas Is You [ 2, collab ]

Bonjour my sweet lovelies

Feliz navidad

Enjoy

Shortest authors note ever

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You stared at the credits rolling on the screen, All I Want For Christmas is You playing softly. You sighed, clutching a pillow to your stomach. All you wanted was Sherlock so you could fix the onslaught of destruction that had been brought by the words you'd fired. The snowflakes fell outside, the lights shimmered on the tree and Mary put in another movie. It was a perfect holiday, but all you could think about was your curly haired detective.

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"Well," said Sherlock, "thank you girls for getting us home. We owe you."

"We accept payment in kisses," replied Andrea, eyeing Greg again.

"Or just a picture will do," giggled Emily and shaking her head at the blonde. They all posed for a selfie, and the girls took off in a giddy skip.

"Now what? Traffic is backed up for miles," complained Greg, looking around glumly.

John thought for a moment before snapping his fingers. "Mycroft."

"Yes! Sherlock call Mycroft!" said Greg.

"We can get home ourselves-"

"CALL HIM," they yelled at the same time.

He rolled his eyes, but pulled out his phone anyways and dialed his number. After a single ring Mycroft answered. "I need your assistance."

"You mean you need my help," replied Mycroft, and Sherlock could sense him smirking through the phone.

"No, assistance."

"Help."

"Assis-"

"Yes we need your help," said John, ripping the phone from Sherlock's hands. He told Mycroft their location, and minutes later a helicopter sounded overhead. It landed on a landing pad out in the airfield, and the three dashed to it. They immediately got in and it took off. "Thanks for the help," said Greg once they were in the air and had caught their breath.

"Assistance," corrected Sherlock.

Mycroft glared at him. "Well more help awaits you. We have to land on St. Barts and from there, a car of mine will take you home. Most of the traffic has cleared up over there." The three boys nodded gratefully. "I told you to let me help you get back before you even left Sherlock," added on Mycroft.

"I didn't need your assistance then."

"Sherlock-"

"Mycroft." The two brothers stared each other down before both turning away in silence.

Greg and John both groaned. Finally they reached St. Barts, and the helicopter landed with a slight jolt as it touched ground. The three jumped out and thanked Mycroft again. They ran across the pavement and reached the door, but Sherlock looked around one time before leading them through. "I think the last time I was up here-"

"We know," said John and Greg at the same time, pushing him forward so they wouldn't have to relive the horrid memory.

Sherlock nervously glanced down, his crystal gaze unable to stay ahead. He could still hear her worried voice ringing in his ear as the three rushed to the stairs, eager to get home. They bolted down the stairs and out the door, loading their luggage in the trunk and hopping in the car. Thankfully Mycroft was right and the traffic had cleared up, so it was an easy 10 minute drive. Finally, they pulled in front of 221B.