221 Baker Street Shenanigans

by Party-Like-A-Time-Lord

A collection of drabbles and one-shots from the lives on 221 Baker Street of Everyone's favorite doctor and consulting detective. There will be atleast 15 and there will be a new update each week.

1. Milk

A ringing noise screeched in the silence being held on 221 Baker Street. The former soldier's head shot up from what he was doing. Currently at this moment, Sherlock was sitting in his room, doing whatever he did in there and John was in the living room, sitting in his favorite chair with his laptop and blogging about the latest case. John reached out to the small device on the coffee table and looked at the screen.

'We're out of milk.-SH' John rolled his eyes at the message on his phone screen. He put the phone in front of him and began to text his reply to the text.

'Why can't you get it this time?-JW'

'I'm doing an experiment right now.-SH'

'Can't it wait?-JW'

'No, it can't.-SH'

The doctor rubbed his temples, trying to soothe the stress that was being laid down on him to grab some milk because they were out. John closed his laptop and left it to rest on his chair. He walked towards the door and grabbed his signature jacket which he always wore with his jumper. "I'm leaving now, Sherlock," The older male yelled. "Okay," Sherlock replied from the other room. After the exchange, John made his way down the stairs to grab some milk from the nearby grocery store.

The doctor came home 20 minutes later with his mission accomplished. He made his way towards the fridge, hoping not to find anything in it. Sherlock always put the strangest things in there, like the time he stored a human head in there and a bag of human ears. John was pretty sure it was unsanitary and a huge health hazard to keep things like that in the fridge. He held tightly onto the fried door and slowly opened it, checking for any human organs. Strange, there was nothing in there this time. John took it as a blessing and happily placed the milk inside the fridge and texted the consulting detective.

'I brought the milk.-JW'

'Thank you.-SH'

John smiled as Sherlock thanked him. Ten seconds later, Sherlock silently walked in and headed for the refreshed supply of milk. A smile graced the doctor's lips as Sherlock drank a glass of milk and made his way back to his room. John picked his laptop up and resumed what he was doing. This was just an average thing was always had to be done.