A small series of one-shots about John and Sherlock living together, enjoy
John was struggling up the stairs with four heavily packed shopping bags, with enough milk, jam and tea to sink a battle ship, there were also essentials like bread and beans, but tea seemed to be the only thing that got made in 221b Baker Street.
He entered into the kitchen and dumped the heavy bags onto the counter top, knocking over one of Sherlock's test tubes, knocking an electric blue substance onto the worktop, and made a hissing sound as it started to burn through the counter, John decided to leave it, not wanting to know what the consequences would be if he touched it.
He turned around and took the new loaf of bread out of the shopping bag, he noticed the half eaten loaf on the counter, which was practically completely blue, however, stuck neatly onto the front of the loaf was a sticky note, written in messy italic scrawl, it read:
Do not throw this bread away. I am using it – SH
John threw the new loaf of bread next to the old loaf, he concluded that Sherlock wanted the bread for one of his experiments, sooner or later resulting in John getting food poisoning, he took a mental note to not accept any food from Sherlock in the next few months, he went back to the shopping bags taking out some butter and some cheese and going towards the fridge, John put his hand on the handle, ready to open when he noticed yet another sticky note in the same messy, italic scrawl:
If you do not wish to suffer cardiac arrest, I suggest you do not open the fridge – SH
John paused for a moment, wondering whether the butter was more important than his heart, he took his hand off of the handle and put the items back in the shopping bag, they can wait until Sherlock gets home, he can put them in the fridge himself. John wandered into the living area of the flat, and went over to the television, he was about to turn it on, when he noticed yet another sticky note waiting for him:
Set the DVD to record for 9pm, I do not want to miss Will & Grace – SH
John sighed and raised an eyebrow, he stood up and gazed around the flat, noticing that there were sticky notes stuck to various parts of the flat, it would take him a while to read all of them, John finally concluded that he did not like Sherlock's new found form of contact.
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