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23 DVDs - Part Two

If it were possible, 221B Baker Street was the quietest it had been in a very long time. Usually, there were strange little noises emerging from the least likely areas. From the stairs creaking as one of them made their way down it, to the gentle hum and click of the boiler as it whirred it action as Mrs Hudson put the heating on.

Therefore, as Sherlock pressed his forehead against the back of his bedroom door, he found the new found silence to be quite unnerving. With a few short steps he found himself at his wardrobe, before dropping onto his knees and rooting through the mess that came with every wardrobe.

John hadn't let him finish. Hadn't let him explain properly what he'd done and why he'd done it, and why it was okay that he had because he's already planned out the solution.

Sherlock rubbed his nose with the back of his hand as he pulled out the box. He admitted that he could have been a bit more tactful, but he'd presumed (rather stupidly) that John would understand.

He stood up, picking up the box and giving it the once over. He'd bought it a few weeks ago, and was saving it for John's birthday. However, it was currently September and seeing as John's birthday wasn't until April, Sherlock decided to label it as a 'thank you for putting up with me' present.

That and the fact that it served as the ideal sorry gift.

He stayed in his room a few minutes longer, not wanting to emerge too early should John hurl something at his head. Eventually however, he did pull the door open, carrying the box cautiously under one arm.

"John?" He asked hesitantly, standing in the doorway.

John, as it happened, was laying on the sofa with his back to the world. His arms were folded across his chest, and Sherlock couldn't help but notice that his feet didn't quite reach the end of the sofa. He smiled, putting the box down at his feet.

"Hm?" John responded, tilting his head a little to show that Sherlock had his attention.

Silently, Sherlock walked into the living area and towards John. He lifted his leg over John and put his foot in the gap between John's stomach and the back rest.

"What're you doing?" Was John's question, but Sherlock didn't responded. Instead, he lowered himself down and settled down.

"Sherlock?"

Quite unwittingly, John had suddenly become the big spoon. Sherlock's face pressed against the back rest.

"Sherlock?"

"Hm?"

"This isn't comfortable, and you're getting squashed." John pointed out. He took a few sharp intakes of breath, and Sherlock couldn't help but grin as the realised that John was sniffing his hair. Maybe he wasn't that angry after all.

"I needed to get your attention." Sherlock replied, shrugging.

"Well you've got it. I don't suppose you're going to offer an apology though, are you?"

"Doorway." Sherlock said simply.

John managed to work himself off of the sofa, regaining his balance as he tumbled off it. Sherlock readjusted himself, spinning round so that he was sitting cross legged and watching John interestedly.

"What is it?" John asked, holding the box up and examining it.

"Just open it." Sherlock answered, rolling his eyes.

Frowning at Sherlock's grin, John slowly began opening the box.

"You'd already brought these when you broke my films, didn't you?" He said, looking up. Sherlock nodded.

In all fairness, Sherlock should have expected the limited edition, extended James Bond films, with commentary, marathon that followed.

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