*AN: Helpful criticism is appreciated. Just don't be rude. I'm actually quite sensitive. If I've misspelled ANYTHING or something doesn't make sense please review and I'll make sure to fix it as soon as possible. Thanks ~ Remy B.

It was always the height difference that annoyed John. Yes, there were the untamable experiments but when he had to put something on the top shelf he resented how the height genes had been liberally applied to him. On the bright side, at least there was one person in the entire flat who could reach the top shelf without help.

Sherlock never failed to find amusement when John sighed and shoved whatever needed placement beyond his reach into Sherlock's face. It always occurred when John bought groceries. Except when he had rows with the chip and pin machine at Tescos.

He would ask, "Really John? Another row?"

To which John would reply, "Yes, well why don't you go and buy the bloody groceries for once!"

One day after this exchange, Sherlock got up and swept out the door with his coat swishing about his legs. John stood for a moment, frozen. Did he really just decide buying groceries wasn't so menial a task for him?

John shook himself and got out his laptop. This was definitely going on his blog.

…

Thirty minutes later Sherlock returned laden with bags. He grinned at John on his way to the kitchen. Once he dumped the bags on the counter. John stared a moment before tapping out a few closing words to his blog entry. After closing his laptop he walked over to the kitchen and stood in the doorway. He watched as Sherlock put everything away. As John continued watching he realized that Sherlock had a system going. He put the cold things away first, then the packaged dry goods, and lastly to John's huge annoyance canned items which went in the top most shelves.

When Sherlock picked up the last can he stared at John as he placed it in the cupboard. John knew that he was rubbing in his height advantages.

"Shut up, Sherlock."

Sherlock's expression changed to confusion. "I didn't say anything."

"You were thinking it. It's annoying." With that John turned and went to his room. He decided that he would come up with a way to show Sherlock the advantages of being short…

Strike that. John Watson was not short, he was fun-sized.

* Thank you for spending your valuable time reading this. I apologize for its shortness. We'll see if the next will be a bit longer.