"Sherlock... Sherlock... Damn... Where did he go..." Dr. John H. Watson sighed as he looked around for the tall figure of his friend and lover, Sherlock Holmes. He was standing in the middle of the bread aisle searching for the taller male, when Sherlock's head popped out from behind the shelf at the end of the aisle.
"Jaaaawwwwwwnnnnnn..." He called. "Come heeeerrrreeeee..." He said as he disappeared again.
John sighed and went after the other. He was infuriating sometimes, but he was well worth the aggravation. He found Sherlock staring at a shelf of jams and jellies. "What is wrong, Sherlock?"
"They don't have it..."
"Have what?"
"The right kind! They don't have it!"
John smiled and chuckled. "Sherlock, we don't have to always buy the same type of jam..."
"Yes we do!" Sherlock suddenly spun and took John in his arms, leaning his head against the shorter male's shoulder. "It is good luck... I was spreading it on my toast when you said you loved me... I was taking it out of the fridge when I had the epiphany about the case last week... It has played an integral role in my life... I neeeeed it..."
John smiled and put his arms around Sherlock. "Don't worry, Sherlock... I'm not going to leave you over your choice in jam..."
"Oh," he leaned up. "I'm that case, choose whatever strikes you as good," and with that, he did they steroids thing with the collar and cheekbones and walked off to wait for John to finish the shopping.
"Odd... But lovable..." John said to no one in particular. "I'm just happy he is back..." He whispered as he grabbed a jar of jam and walked off.