John

I didn't expect to wake up next to him.

Sherlock sleeps for a couple of hours a night when he isn't on a case, when he is he doesn't bother.

So when I woke up with a warm something snuggled around me; I'm not going to lie, I didn't automatically presume that it was Sherlock giving me morning cuddles.

Sherlock. Cuddles.

I don't think he doesn't sleep because he wants to be awake, I just think it's his body clock, its set to waste the minimal amount of time possible, just enough to keep him running. I suppose it's all been a bit of a mess recently, so maybe it's shut down for a few weeks; maybe the body clock's gone on holiday.

I can't believe how my life has turned out. Days. Days ago I was 100% sure Sherlock was dead and I was dying. Mentally and physically deteriorating.

Now not only is my best friend back, but he is also my lover. We're one. Combined.

I need a cup of tea.

Shit.

Shitshitshitshitshit

Sherlock

I can hear john padding downstairs and then I hear a grunt of frustration which can only mean one thing.

Mycroft.

I leap down the stairs, three at a time, until I join John in the sitting room.

'MYCROFT!' I scream, unable to contain my anger. 'YOU COULDN'T GIVE US ONE WHOLE DAY. ONE DAY WITHOUT STICKING YOUR ABNORMALLY LARGE NOSE INTO OUR BUSINESS!'…

Mycroft only chuckled in response, shifting in his waistcoat and checking his pocket-watch.

'Hello, brother dear. John, greetings' he shakes hands with my John.

'I've told Mummy John will be coming to Holmes Manor for Christmas Eve and dinner; we didn't do it last year, this year she insists. I'm taking Greg, don't worry.'

Greg.

GREG

John

So Sherlock managed to forget to tell me that his brother and Greg Lestrade were in a relationship.

HOW

I had no idea that Greg even swung that way, he certainly made a good job of hiding it that last time we all spent Christmas together.

I swear this makes me feel like my life is a lie.

…

'Sherlock, how did you manage to forget that?! And if your brother thinks I'm spending our first Christmas together with him and your ''Mummy'' he has another thing coming.'

'Oh John' he responded, his fingers placed calmly under his chin. 'It isn't our first Christmas together, is it? Plus it'll only be for a few days, she'll insist on it, so better agree now, and deal with the details later'

'Well it is our first Christmas… together, together. You know, like us instead of me and you…'

My mumbles were interrupted my Sherlock's lips crushing against mine, and all worries were put far, far away into my mind bungalow.

THE END

I hope you enjoyed this, ladies and gentlefolk.

I feel like I can't go any further with this because it's about John's original hallucinations, and I sort of chucked that away a couple of chapters back.

I would really love any reviews/comments negative or positive on this one.

Thanks again,

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