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Jun. 16th, 2011
"The Shopping" - Ficlet
Jun. 16th, 2011 02:07 pmThis was why John did the shopping. Sherlock was like a child, distracted by shiny objects or the occasionally badly timed murder. It had been three hours since the man went out and if he did make it to Tesco in that time, the eggs and butter John requested he "try to remember to bring back" were likely going spoiled by the side of the road somewhere.
He was attempting not to nag. Mrs. Hudson told him the day before that he and Sherlock always seemed to be having a bit of a domestic, but she could tell that John really did care for him. That alone had put a stopper on John's otherwise good mood. Sherlock was married to his work. John had a girlfriend. I should bring her around more...well. No, no, likely a bad idea, she'll never understand why there's eyes in the microwave again... John let his thoughts sweep him up.
He pulled out his hand-me-down mobile and sent a text to Sherlock, telling him not to worry about the shopping, that John would pick it up himself. There. No nagging, just a bit of a control issue. Smug, he was about to slip the mobile away again when the message was bounced back, unable to be sent. He tried twice more and finally gave up and tried to ring the man instead. "We're sorry, this line is no longer active, please--"
John frowned. He wasn't worried.
Sherlock is just fine, he told himself.
As he rushed out of 221B Baker Street to hail a cab, John flinched, nose banging right into a black coat covered chest. "Watch where you're--"
John never knew what Sherlock was thinking, not even when the man gazed at him full on with eyes that anyone else would have called 'creepy.' Sometimes John thought so as well. He spotted the new mobile in Sherlock's hand and sighed. Really. Worried for nothing. Of course, the new mobile was the only thing in Sherlock's hand. John sighed and moved passed him.
"I'll be back," he muttered, brushing the worry into annoyance. "Someone needs to do the shopping."
He was attempting not to nag. Mrs. Hudson told him the day before that he and Sherlock always seemed to be having a bit of a domestic, but she could tell that John really did care for him. That alone had put a stopper on John's otherwise good mood. Sherlock was married to his work. John had a girlfriend. I should bring her around more...well. No, no, likely a bad idea, she'll never understand why there's eyes in the microwave again... John let his thoughts sweep him up.
He pulled out his hand-me-down mobile and sent a text to Sherlock, telling him not to worry about the shopping, that John would pick it up himself. There. No nagging, just a bit of a control issue. Smug, he was about to slip the mobile away again when the message was bounced back, unable to be sent. He tried twice more and finally gave up and tried to ring the man instead. "We're sorry, this line is no longer active, please--"
John frowned. He wasn't worried.
Sherlock is just fine, he told himself.
As he rushed out of 221B Baker Street to hail a cab, John flinched, nose banging right into a black coat covered chest. "Watch where you're--"
John never knew what Sherlock was thinking, not even when the man gazed at him full on with eyes that anyone else would have called 'creepy.' Sometimes John thought so as well. He spotted the new mobile in Sherlock's hand and sighed. Really. Worried for nothing. Of course, the new mobile was the only thing in Sherlock's hand. John sighed and moved passed him.
"I'll be back," he muttered, brushing the worry into annoyance. "Someone needs to do the shopping."