The Ashtray

Slowly, John begins to carefully tear at the wrapping paper on the gift, and pulls out a small, but beautifully decorated glass ashtray that he recognizes in an instant. His eyebrows furrow, and he gives Sherlock a strange look. “Is this… Is this the one from…”

Sherlock nods, not taking his eyes off of the ashtray he stole from Buckingham Palace what seemed like a hundred years ago, simply just because it made John laugh. “I know that I’m not really good at this whole thing, but you were the greatest thing to ever happen to me, and I just want to say that no matter what happens, I’m still here. Even if all you need is someone to do something stupid with, or if you just need someone to make you laugh by refusing to wear pants, or stealing an ashtray from Buckingham Palace. I’m still here.”

Or, Sherlock brings John a Christmas present on Christmas Eve, and fluff and kisses ensues. Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to all of you.