Day 10--Advent Prompt 11: Christmas Songs
Title: Christmas Songs
Author: aislingdoheanta
Fandom: Sherlock
Characters/Pairing: Sherlock/John
Summary: John comes home to find Sherlock singing Christmas songs
Rating: G
Word Count: 644
Notes: Written in response to adventchallenge prompts. Every day for the first 25 days of December I will be posting a fic here. Semi-sequel to this fic, but it's not hard to understand if you haven't read it. Shorter than my normal fics. But I think that's alright.
Warnings: None.
Disclaimer: Obviously Not Mine
John came home from the surgery after a long day. He wished people would stop coming in every time they sneezed. It was slightly tiresome to have to convince his patients that yes, it was just a cold and no, there really wasn't anything more he could do except prescribe rest, drinking fluids, and getting some cold medicine.
He loved being a doctor, he really did, but every so often he could understand completely what Sherlock was getting at when he talked about people being idiots.
He walked into the flat and heard Christmas music.
I must be more exhausted than I think. Mrs. Hudson is away for the night, playing Bridge or some game with her ladies group.
John was about to give up on the idea when he heard something else add to the mix. A deep baritone singing along to the song, "Chestnuts roasting on an open fire..."
John slowly walked up the stairs and quietly opened the door. He found Sherlock in the kitchen, staring through his microscope. John leaned against the door frame, listening to Sherlock's silky voice.
The song had finished and Sherlock still didn't realize John was in the room. "Silver Bells" came on and Sherlock began singing along. He got up to look for something around the kitchen.
When he turned to the living room, he noticed John. He ears turned bright red and he cleared his throat. He went on, silently, looking for the item, journal, idea he had originally started searching for.
"Why did you stop?" John asked as he took off his jacket. "I was enjoying that."
Sherlock ignored him, swishing passed John to continue working on his experiment. He took extra caution in fixing the focus and magnification--anything, John knew, to keep him from having to acknowledge the other presence.
John went to where Sherlock was sitting. He wrapped his arms around Sherlock, his face pressing against his back. "For what it's worth, I thought it was very good."
John left him to make tea. He hadn't expected an answer or any sort of acknowledgement. Sherlock didn't like to be embarrassed or caught in a weak moment. John walking in on him singing Christmas songs was mortifying to him, especially since he had obviously taken great care to sing along when John was away at the surgery.
He was waiting for the water to boil, so he cleared his throat. "Why the sudden interest in Holiday music? I thought you didn't care about any of it?"
Sherlock looked up. "I said I didn't know any. Or, more accurately, did not remember any. I never said I didn't care."
"You implied it."
Sherlock sighed dramatically. "Fine. If you must know. I am trying to learn them so I can actually participate next year." He turned back to his experiment.
John almost dropped his cup. "You're doing this for Mrs. Hudson?"
Sherlock nodded, looking back at his microscope. "Well, and for you. I saw how much you both enjoyed yourselves...and I wanted to be apart of it. Since I did not know many songs, I figured I must learn some. Simple."
John set his cup down and went to Sherlock. He framed his face in his hands. "She will love that, Sherlock. You have no idea." He kissed him, drawing Sherlock into it. "I love it as well."
John left Sherlock to his examination, knowing that exclamations like that cause him anxiety. Sherlock had a difficult time expressing himself because he was never quite sure what was acceptable to say and what wasn't. John thought he finally had finally been able to get Sherlock to share his thoughts and feelings with him, but it still made him uneasy.
However, learning that Sherlock was willing to re-learn Christmas songs for Mrs. Hudson caused him to fall just a little harder for the mad man.