John shook his head, shutting the door to the pitifully stocked fridge – well pitifully in his mind, to Sherlock it was marvelous, what with the new bag of eyelids he'd gotten from Molly. He sighed and walked into the living room, setting a list on Sherlock's stomach.
"What is that?"
"It's a list, Sherlock. For groceries."
"I realize it's a list John. Why did you give it to me?"
"I need to go to work. And you're doing nothing so you can go get them for once."
Sherlock rolled his eyes. "I'm busy."
"Doing what exactly? You are lying on the couch staring at the ceiling, that doesn't make you busy!" John huffed. Why couldn't he do the shopping? He was just lying there for god's sake!
The taller man sat up, causing the paper to flutter to the floor. "I don't expect you to understand what it's like to be a genius, but you could at least pretend, John."
The doctor crossed his arms. "Sherlock Holmes, go get dressed."
"No."
"Then go to the shop in your dressing gown, I don't bloody well care. Just go. I'll give you ten minutes, and then I'm getting you a cab."
He stood up and stomped past John into their bedroom. A few moments later he emerged in his regular attire and John smiled.
"See, not so hard now, was it?" he smirked.
"Shut up. And go get a damn cab before I change my mind."
John gave Sherlock a quick kiss. "Thank you, love."
He only grumbled in response.
When John got home, it was late. All he wanted was his tea, a shower, and then bed. He put the kettle on and opened the fridge to get milk. He was confused at the multiple jars sitting on the shelves, they weren't part of experiments (the bottom shelf and one drawer were reserved for such things), but they looked really strange. He picked up one and opened the lid, almost throwing up at the scent the rushed out. He covered his nose and replaced the lid, reading the label.
"Sherlock!" he yelled. "Sherlock get out here!"
The sleepy man came out of their room wrapped in a sheet. "What?"
"Why the hell did you buy pickled sardines? And garlic pudding? What is wrong with you?"
He scratched the back of his head. "Well, I thought you might like it."
John laughed. "What...? You forgot the list, didn't you?"
"No, no, of course not. I lost it." He looked almost sheepish. "And I don't pay attention to what's in the house. So I guessed."
"You're ridiculous." John chuckled and shook his head.
A/N: Okay, so first chapter. Do you like it? Please let me know. I'll be inclined to write more. It's just going to be normal things done by Sherlock Holmes and made not so normal, because he's not normal. I said normal too much didn't I? Probably. Anyways, I'll take any requests or prompts you have for me and do my best to write them Please read and review! I love you!