Note: I'm planning on every tenth chapter to actually be a proper, full-length one shot. Just for some added variety. It goes against the name but who cares? =)
8. Milk (inspired by a tumblr post)
How many Sherlock's does it take to get the milk? – JW
I don't know. - SH
No because you've never bloody done it! – JW
I'm assuming this is some sort of hint then? - SH
That's good. Good deduction. We're completely out. Could you pick some up on your way home? I would but Sarah needs me to stay a few minutes late to see to an extra patient. Thanks. - JW
Should I be concerned? - SH
Concerned? No, I think it's a migraine problem, they'll be fine. - JW
I meant about you, John. Not concerned...jealous then? - SH
Jealous? What… of Sarah? Hah! Don't be, Sherlock. She's not even staying herself, I'm having to lock up. - JW
Good. I'll get the milk on my way back then. See you later. And remind me to remark you as my own when you get in? I feel the last one has worn out. - SH
Oh Christ, Sherlock. The bruising's only just gone down from the last one! And I'm not wearing that bloody scarf again! – JW
I'll mark you elsewhere then. – SH
Fine. – JW
Oh, you love it. See you later, John. - SH
You'd better get that bloody milk, mister. - JW
