AN: Thanks to everyone who reviewed/favourited/alerted/read the previous chapter. It really means a lot. Let me know what you think of this chapter.

John gets injured and Sherlock decides to take care of him.

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters. They belong to BBC and Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.


John never thought that the day would come when both he and Sherlock would be out doing the shopping together. It's the sort of thing a couple would do.

He stopped, confused at the thought that had just popped into his mind. Where had that come from? Him and Sherlock… a couple? He was straight, and he had no idea what Sherlock was, but he had once said he was "married to his work"... So why was John thinking of them as a couple? He couldn't help but think back to the previous night when Sherlock had had his arm wrapped tightly around his back, the feel of Sherlock's warm breath against his cheek and…

He stopped himself again. What was he thinking? Him and Sherlock? He quickly shook the thought from his mind, aware that his cheeks had turned a very red colour.

"What?" asked Sherlock, who had been watching John closely as a blush had crept up his face.

"Nothing," John quickly replied, his face reddening even more, "come on, don't forget the milk."

Sherlock went to retrieve the milk while John went to find some of the other items he had scribbled down on a shopping list.

"Hello John," said a voice behind him. It was a female voice, one that he recognized.

John turned around and was greeted by the smiling face of his old therapist Ella. He noticed that she kept glancing down at the cane gripped firmly in his right hand.

"Good to see you again John, how have you been?" continued Ella, but she still kept eyeing the cane suspiciously.

"Not too bad, yourself?" replied John, smiling warmly at his former therapist.

"I've been well thanks. Your leg?" Ella questioned, bringing up the topic that had obviously been on her mind since they first started talking. "I thought your limp has gone and that's why you stopped coming to therapy."

He smiled, finally understanding her concern towards the cane. "Oh no, this isn't psychosomatic. I sprained my ankle yesterday and Sherlock suggested that I use my cane to help me walk."

"Sherlock's your flat mate, isn't he?"

"Yeah, he is, and he's around here somewhere," said John, looking around, trying to find his tall friend.

He spotted Sherlock coming out of one of the aisles, his arms full of various food items—none of which were milk.

"No," said John firmly.

"Please," Sherlock begged.

"No, Sherlock, go put it all back."

"Please John, it's all for an experiment."

"I said no, so go put it away," said John, pointing back in the direction Sherlock had come from.

"Fine," mumbled Sherlock, sulking as he turned away, but then he stopped in his tracks, noticing the woman standing next to John. John didn't see him stop, as he had turned his attention back to Ella.

"Sorry about him, he's just in a mood because—" said John, but Sherlock cut him off mid-sentence.

"John, what are you doing talking to your old therapist?" enquired Sherlock, looking her up and down.

"Sherlock, be nice. This is Ella, Ella this is Sherlock."

John had long ago given up on asking how Sherlock knew things like that and just accepted it, but Ella was new to the deductions of Sherlock Holmes.

"How did you know I was his therapist?" she asked, evidently confused.

"It was easy—" Sherlock began, but this time he was cut off by John.

"Sherlock, there's no need to show off." The look on Sherlock's face clearly said that he thought there was always a need to show off, but John continued, "He's a consulting detective. He works with the police to help them solve crimes using his observation and deduction skills." John could only hope that Sherlock would keep his deductions to himself.

"We work with the police, John. We, as in both of us, together."

John was surprised by Sherlock's making a point to include him in the statement. "Yeah, but you solve the crimes, I just blog about it".

"Yes, because you're my blogger," he said, emphasizing the word 'my' as a smile played on his lips.

John smiled too, for he liked it when Sherlock claimed him as his. He blinked in surprise at the thoughts in his own head, pushing the thought away and hoping it wasn't evident on his face.

"Still writing the blog then?" enquired Ella, bringing John back to reality, back to the fact he was standing in a grocery store, shopping with Sherlock and talking to his former therapist.

"Yeah, now I have something to write about," he said, flashing an involuntary grin towards Sherlock. "Milk, Sherlock?" added John, trying the hide the blush that was creeping up his face again.

"Right, yes of course, John, I'm sorry," he replied, turning with his arms full of food to go and retrieve the one item that had caused them to venture to the store in the first place.

John stood staring after Sherlock as he left, trying to figure out what was wrong with his flat mate lately. He was apologizing again? Something was definitely not right.

"I thought you said he was just your flatmate? How long have you two been a couple, then?"

John turned back to Ella, shocked at what she'd just said. Although most people assumed they were a couple, he never expected her to be one of them.

"What? No, me and him? No, we're not a couple, we're just friends." But John's mind couldn't help but wander to the possibility of what if? What if he and Sherlock were a couple? He shook his head, trying to dispel the thoughts that kept appearing in his head. Maybe he'd knocked his head last night? That would certainly explain all the weird, Sherlock related, thoughts that kept popping into his mind.

He realized that Ella was still standing in front of him, waiting from him to say something else. The skeptical look on her face clearly said she didn't believe a word John had just said.

He was about to speak again, to find some way to prove they were not a couple, when Sherlock appeared again, this time with an armful of different food items. This time at least some of the items he was carrying were on their shopping list.

"Sorry Ella, I've got to go. Sherlock basically needs supervision when he's out in public," said John, shaking his head.

"It was nice seeing you again John, take care." And with a little wave of her hand, she turned and left.

"Honestly, is milk so hard to get?" asked John, realizing that none of the items in Sherlock's hands were milk yet again.

Sherlock spun, his coat spinning behind him, leaving John to quickly follow after him, which was difficult with his injured leg.

The next hour consisted of John hurrying after Sherlock as Sherlock picked up anything he could get his hands on, asking John if they could buy it, claiming it was for an experiment. John always said no, even after Sherlock pleaded, saying that the experiment was important.

They paid and left and neither of them realized that none of the bags Sherlock was carrying home contained milk.


AN: Next chapter will be about john having to hide from Mrs Hudson and they still need milk. Thanks for reading and reviews are much appreciated.