A Johnlock Christmas

✧･ﾟ:* Christmas Decor *:･ﾟ✧

John comes home from the shops with three big plastic bags in each hand. Once he struggled up the stairs of 221B, John dumped the bags on the floor by the counter instead of on the counter due to Sherlock's experiments. Big beakers and small beakers with blue liquids and clear liquids lay about the counter. There was a severed thumb in a conical flask, immersed in a clear, bubbling substance atop a bunsen burner.

"Sherlock! You left your, uh- experiment running!" John yelled through the flat, struggling to find the words to describe the scene in front of him. John waited a few seconds to see his flatmate pop his head around the corner of the wall, his beautiful dark curls falling to the side as his head tilted. He then stepped into the kitchen area of the flat.

"John, what do you think would happen if I put human body parts into vinegar and then heated it to its boiling point of 118.1º Celcius?" Sherlock asked John in an almost monotone voice, but with a little sprinkle of childish curiosity in the mix.

"I've no clue," John responds, bordering on sarcasm.

"Well, neither do I, not yet. But my hypothesi-" Sherlock is cut off by John.

"Sherlock. We've been over this, I don't want to get involved in your experiments. Also, where the hell did you get that thumb?" John questioned.

"Oh, the thumb. Long story involving a Viking-obsessed virgin and an old woman who hates cats," Sherlock answers with an amused voice.

John breathes a laugh and Sherlock smiles at him a little.

"John, why were you at the shop? We've already got all the essentials we need," Sherlock asks.

"Oh! Right, well come over here with me."

Sherlock watches John pick up the six bags sitting on the floor and obediently follows John to the living area where he puts them on the coffee table, after swiping all the magazines and newspapers onto the floor.

"Okay, so-" John says, dumping the contents of one of the big bags onto the table and sitting onto the couch, Sherlock following, "I have a tree downstairs in a box, these are all the ornaments I've gotten for the tree. I'll bring it up in a minute. I know that putting up the tree is the worst part but the decorating is so worth it, I'm thinking it'll go over there." John points to the corner of the room, "Quite the same with the cookies that we're gonna make. Yes, the baking is frustrating but we can decorate them with Christmas things after,"

Sherlock furrows his eyebrows looking at the ornaments and tinsel and John rummages through it.

"I bought tinsel and lights for the tree as well as ornaments, I've also got spare tinsel for around the flat. I got us a stocking for the fireplace each and I also got a few-" John is then cut off by Sherlock who's rolling his eyes.

"John, we don't need any of this," Sherlock says bluntly.

"What? Do you already have decorations?" John asks, surprised by the idea that Sherlock has actually done some shopping.

"No John, of course not. We aren't decorating the flat," Sherlock says, confusing and disappointing a convivial John.

"Yes, Sherlock, we are," John argues.

"No, we aren't. It's completely pointless. We don't have anyone coming over for Christmas so we don't need to decorate and even if we did, we wouldn't decorate the place as early as December 5th," Sherlock responds nonchalantly.

"Sherlock, I spent a lot of money on these! I'm not taking them back, we are decorating the flat," John raises his voice a bit, becoming more and more frustrating with his flatmate.

"John, what's the point? Why should we decorate our flat with silly little trinkets, it's ridiculous!" The detective's voice is raised now as well.

"Sherlock, it's Christmas! We can at least have a tree?" John is becoming more upset than angry at this point. "Everyone has a Christmas tree!"