A/N Set somewhere after TEH but most likely before TSOT.
Been away from writing for yonks…easing my way back. Hope you enjoy
Also- not mine, unfortunately.
Mary walked out of the living room, leaving the two men bickering. "I'll put the kettle on shall I?' she said mostly to herself as she did just that. She searched around in the cupboards until she found cups and then went to the fridge for the milk.
"Oh. Oh!" Mary was agast. Sherlock and John went quiet at her horrified voice.
"Mary?" John asked concerned and moving to see what was wrong, "Is everything...ah ok."
John soon saw what was the cause of Mary's dismay; she was pointing openmouthed at a dead man's torso in the fridge.
"I should have warned you about things like that," John said rather amused now.
Sherlock entered the room behind him,"Things like what?"
Mary blinked a few times, "There is half a body in your fridge."
"Its an experiment," the men both responded at the same time.
Mary looked between them, "Oh right, ok then. Body parts in the fridge are normal around these parts. Good to know." With that she turned back around quickly, grabbed the milk and shut the door on the 'experiment'.
...
"Sherlock?" John shouted but after getting no response, "It doesn't look like he is back yet."
"Well, help me put this shopping away and we'll see if he turns up," Mary replied rumaging through bags on the table.
"He can do his own shopping, you know," John reminded her for not the first time that day.
Mary rolled her eyes, "I know but we were headed this way and he does need to eat more than toast." She picked up the milk bottle, "Right, shall we play 'what is in the fridge today?'"
John chuckled as he watched his fiancee steel herself before opening the door.
"Hmmm..." Mary began as there was nothing so glaringly obvious in there.
"Is there anything?"
Mary put the milk in the appropriate place and noticed something on a higher shelf, "We have fingers...and oh. Yuck. Eyeballs."
"There's always eyeballs. Man's obsessed. He likes to microwave them," John shrugged.
Mary closed the fridge door with a sigh, "So 'lets see what's in the microwave?' should also be a game?"
John chuckled, "Yup. And should you ever need to 'what's in the bath?' and 'what's in the wardrobe?'"
Mary stared at John for a moment before smiling, "I like him."
John stopped and allowed himself to grin, "Me too."
"I now have a strange need to know whether anything is in the microwave," Mary said as she went to open the door, "Place your bets…"
"I'm going with eyeballs," John laughed.
Mary pulled the handle and they both peered inside.
"Erm…John?"
"Yes…"
"Is that my shoe?"
"Yes…"
"I'm going to kill him!"
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