Ok, so the other day I had this idea of a series of Christmas prompts and Sherlock Holmes. And it just worked. :D Because with Sherlock Holmes the possibilities are endless. Now, I don't know if this first Chapter is any good, but really it's just an introduction. It's going to get better, I promise. Oh and don't worry, I am still working on The Detective and the Thief. :)

Also, I think Holmes and Watson have a sort of custody agreement about Gladstone. :D They take it in turns to look after him. :D

It was a few weeks before Christmas and Holmes was in a terrible mood. Upon my arrival at Baker Street, Mrs Hudson had informed me that he had already snapped at her six times before eleven o'clock that morning. This was at least twice more than usual and I thought I knew why. Not without some caution, I opened the door to Holmes' room and peeped my head around the corner.

It was just as I expected, the room was completely dark. Mrs Hudson had begun the annual task of decorating the house, making it bright and cheerful. Holmes' room was, as usual, the complete opposite. It was nearly pitch black and there was no sign of any festive cheer.

"Holmes?"

"Hmm."

"So you are in here. I'm opening the curtains, I can't see a thing." I said.

"Don't Watson! Don't open the- ARRGGH" He yelled as I flung open the curtains.

Light poured into the room, revealing clusters of swirling dust and piles of mess every where. Holmes' was lying on his back on the tiger rug. His hands were clasped to his eyes.

"Holmes? Are you all right?" I asked. He ignored me. So I decided to ask again. "Holmes, are-"

"Go away Watson." He grumbled.

I sighed. "Holmes, will you please look at me."

Holmes peeped at me from in between his fingers, closed them again and then said, "No."

"Holmes. I know you're upset, but will you just-"

"No I won't."

I pinched the bridge of my nose in frustration. Why must he always be so stubborn?

"Look, I only came round to remind you that I'm bringing Gladstone round tomorrow. It's your turn to have him." I said.

"Hmmm."

"Look, I know why you're upset. This is the first Christmas that I won't be here. But I'm married now Holmes and Mary and I want to spend Christmas with her parents. They're coming to stay and Mary is worried about you meeting them…You don't make a very good first impression…"

Holmes snorted. "As if I actually care about any of that Watson. You go and enjoy Christmas with your wife."

I sighed again and turned to leave. I had just opened the door, when an idea struck me. I smiled.

"I know you're feeling lonely Holmes. But don't worry; I'm going to sort that out." I said cheerfully as I walked out of the door.

"Watson? What on earth are you talking about." He shouted after me.

As I left, I wondered briefly if I had given leave of my senses, but then I realised I didn't really care. This was going to be fun.