|dani_meows (dani_meows) wrote in bipolardanicats,|
@ 2011-12-14 19:22:00
Decorating The Tree With Pestilence
Title: Decorating The Tree With Pestilence
Fandom: Sherlock BBC
Prompt: Christmas Lights
Word Count: 605 (Good enough! I'm tired.)
Notes: I'm becoming way to attached to this fictional Siamese. I wonder if I could convince my husband that we need a third cat. I want to hear the pitter patter of little paws. My Kitten clock that I replaced my Biological Clock with is ticking!
They finally had a tree and could finally get around to decorating it. It had taken them a while to get a tree because first Sherlock had a case, then they had a communication error, then they had a case together where they got a certain kitten who was certainly not climbing the tree and getting into trouble right this second, if she knew what was good for her, and then John had been sent off to a medical convention for three days.
Getting a tree had taken forever. John had suggested a fake one but Sherlock insisted they get a real one, for the pine smell. Then for someone who still wasn't into Christmas, Sherlock had taken hours selecting the perfect tree. He insisted it had to be just right. John hadn't minded though. He loved watching Sherlock bounce about, analyzing trees carefully before rejecting it and moving on to the next tree.
But now they had a tree and they had it in it's stand. Getting it into their flat and getting that done and the tree straight had scandalized Mrs. Hudson and her guests downstairs as John had cursed up a bleeding blue streak about how the tree was straight enough as it was and what did it matter if it was a little bent to one side.
Then their was more commentary about how that was uncalled for and a suggestion on just where Sherlock could stick his ruler that had Mrs. Hudson, Mrs. Turner, and Mrs. Potts, cringe.
Mrs. Hudson had finally shrugged and tried to distract her guests. Her boys would be boys, after all.
But finally that was done, and the tree was straight. They had music playing, Christmas music that Sherlock had labeled tolerable and John enjoyed, they had cups of eggnog, and a plate of cookies, from here decorating should be just fun right?
Pest kept climbing the tree. No matter how many times they scolded the little kitten or plucked her off the tree and set her elsewhere she kept climbing the tree.
Finally, Sherlock put her in John's room and they began to untangle the lights.
Pestilence's banishment didn't last long. John had decided to ignore her tormented heart rending yowls and apparently spending time giving toddler's their routine vaccinations paid off, since he was made of sterner stuff than Sherlock who ran upstairs after two minutes and returned cradling the mewling kitten in his hands.
Thankfully, this time she was content to take a nap on Sherlock's opened laptop and they were able to put the brightly colored light strands on their tree.
They put up the garland and the antique baubles on the tree which now looked like a right and proper Christmas tree.
Sherlock spent forever finding the perfect place for each ornament, explaining how his family had always hired a decorator for their tree so he'd never been able to decorate one... John placed his ornaments wherever the mood struck him. The chaos balanced out Sherlock's neat and orderly decoration, a sharp contrast to how it was John who brought the order and neatness to Sherlock's real life chaos.
Then John handed Sherlock the ornament he'd bought for him at the Christmas Market, a metal detective's magnifying glass. He hadn't noticed that John had gotten it engraved.
Sherlock and John's first Christmas, 2011.
He traced it carefully for a moment, looking around at John who was arranging his medical bag ornament, the brightly colored and gorgeously decorated tree, their kitten sleeping on his laptop, the clutter surrounding them and he wished for a thousand more Christmases just like this one.