Sherlock's forced to go to the supermarket and deal with...people! Watch out!
"Sherlock, stop being childish!" John ordered as he stood inside the automatic door of the supermarket while Sherlock was frozen just outside the door. " Get in here!"
"No, I don't want to" Sherlock said like an insolent child. It was raining heavily and it was freezing. Sherlock was getting drenched but he didn't even seem to register the fact that it was raining.
"Sherlock, we just have to get a few things, get in here now." John said. "The quicker you get in here the quicker we can leave." He felt like he was lecturing a five year old.
"I'll just stay here, you can go in the supermarket" Sherlock said.
"Its pouring the rain and its freezing" John said, "I'm not allowing you stand out here. You'll probably catch the flu or something and then I'll be stuck dealing with that too"
"No" Sherlock said looking at John defiantly.
"Oh grow up!" John said as he grabbed Sherlock by the wrist and pulled Sherlock into automatic sliding doors. People were beginning to stare and John was beginning to be embarrassed as well as annoyed.
They had just left the station and needed some things from the store. Just a few things, probably wouldn't take but a few minutes and since they were already out John figured it just made sense to get it now. Naturally, Sherlock was throwing a fit over it. He always sent John out to get things and now he acted like it was the end of the world because he had to go just once.
John grabbed a basket and began to work toward the aisles to get what they needed. He wasn't sure that Sherlock would follow him, but the detective did follow him, slowly. Sherlock thrust his hands angrily into his pockets and sulked after the doctor.
"Why couldn't you get these items later?" Sherlock whined as John walked down the aisle.
"Because we're already out and there's no point" John said, "It's just the supermarket. It's not going to kill you."
"Don't be so sure" Sherlock said dramatically as he shielded his eyes from the bright florescent lights as people pushed past him in the small aisle. A woman with a screaming infant parked her grocery cart next to him as she said looked through the items on the shelf. Sherlock's frown grew deeper and deeper the louder that the child screamed.
"Hurry up!" Sherlock said angrily to John who was reading the back of a package.
"I'm just trying to see-" John said as he read the package, but Sherlock ripped it out of his hands and threw it in the basket.
"We'll take it, just get the rest of things you need" Sherlock said, walking quickly down the aisle, giving the screaming baby a scowl as he walked past. John walked down various aisles scooping items up. At the end of one of the items a lady stood at a small table, passing out samples of what appeared to be some sort of snack cake.
"Care for a free sample?" the woman asked pleasantly as she handed Sherlock a piece of the cake.
Sherlock shrank back and fixed the woman with a grimace. "Why? So I can fill my body with undue amounts of refined sugar and artificial colors. So I can become unfit and overweight like you?" He made a disgusted sound.
John flushed with embarrassment as the woman pulled back self-conscious. "He means no thank you" he said as he pulled Sherlock away from the table and mortified woman.
"Behave Sherlock!" John growled at Sherlock as they walked away. "You don't have to be so incredibly rude."
"Well, people shouldn't try to push nasty food at me" Sherlock said.
"You just say no thank you and leave" John said.
"Why would I say thank you for something I don't want?" Sherlock asked.
John rolled his eyes. Sometimes he couldn't believe the things that he had to explain to Sherlock. "Then don't say thank you, just say 'I don't want any'" he said. "Or say nothing and just leave"
John and Sherlock were walking towards the check out when a small girl ran over from her mother's cart up to Sherlock. She appeared to be about four years old with red braids and freckles. She was adorable, John thought, but Sherlock looked at her as though she was some sort of disgusting vermin. "Oh my goodness, you're that detective guy aren't you?" she said excited as she ran up to him.
Sherlock tried to ignore the girl but when she didn't receive an answer, she tugged on the hem of Sherlock's coat. John put his hand over his mouth to suppress his giggles. "Sir, you're that Sherlock man, aren't you?" she asked a little louder.
Sherlock realized that he wasn't going to get rid of her because he put on a really bad, really fake smile and said, "Yes, that's me"
"I've seen you on the telly" she said. "When I get to be grown up I want to solve crimes like you do. You help people"
Sherlock didn't seem to know what to say. He looked to John for help but John was too busying laughing at Sherlock's expression.
Rescue came in the form of the girl's mother who was calling her name from a few feet away. She looked back and then said, "Mummy's calling me" she looked up at his tall form with a puzzled expression. "Where's your detective's hat?"
"Not my hat" Sherlock muttered irritably.
The girl's mother called her again and she began to walk away "Bye, Sherlock!" she called before running over to her mom.
John began to walk toward the check out as Sherlock followed grumpily behind him. "Shut up, John" he said as John continued to laugh.
"Oh I can't" John said through his laughs " You're expression was too priceless"
"Why do people always ask about the hat?" Sherlock asked angrily. "I wore the stupid hat once and it wasn't even mine"
John just smiled at him. Sherlock rolled his eyes. "I hate supermarkets" he muttered and walked out of the store as John paid the cashier.