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John began searching the cupboards faster. It had to be here. Where was it? He needed it! Aha! There!
John found the jam jar in the last kitchen cupboard.
It was a Monday morning and John wanted jam on toast, nothing else would satisfy him.
He smiled, put the jam next to his plate of toast and got a knife out of the draw. He opened the jam jar and immediately narrowed his eyes.
Then he shouted "SHERLOCK!" as loudly as he could with rage in his voice.
"Honestly, John there is no need to shout. I was merely in the living room." Sherlock said as he walked into the kitchen.
John said nothing in reply but held up the jar of jam.
"Ah." Sherlock said sheepishly.
"Yes, ah, why is there a finger in my jam?" John asked, attempting to remain calm.
"It's an experiment." Sherlock stated.
"An experiment? Sherlock, what do I say, ask me if you are going to experiment on my stuff! What am I going to eat now?" John asked frantically.
"Just have toast and butter." Sherlock reasoned.
"No! I don't want that! I want jam, Sherlock; anything else is not a sufficient substitute. Now this is your fault. So I want you to go to the shop and get me some jam. You have half an hour before I leave for work." John said and chucked the jam jar into the bin.
Let us just establish one thing here. John isn't a morning person without his jam.
"I can't go to the shop. I am in the middle of a delicate experiment in the living room, where I am trying to-"John cut him off.
"Fine then, but I will not eat until I have jam. And if I collapse or throw up because I haven't eaten, then you should know that it is completely your fault. You're my husband, and I just want you to get me my jam." John said.
"Look, John, I would love to please you and get you your jam, but I need to keep an eye on this experiment, it's for the case. You need to compromise, see the bigger picture; I cannot leave the flat until it is complete." Sherlock said.
John sighed angrily and pushed past Sherlock to get ready for work.
Just as he was about to leave he said to Sherlock "If I get ill, it's your fault. Because I want jam."
"You are very stubborn sometimes, love." Sherlock commented as he peered over his experiment intently.
"That makes two of us." John said grumpily and left.
At four o'clock, Sherlock finished his experiment and texted his results to Lestrade so they would be one leap closer to finding the criminal.
Then the consulting detective remembered the little 'domestic' John and he had had. Sherlock knew that John would keep his word and wouldn't eat until he had jam. Sherlock smiled a little, John was rather funny when he was stubborn, he had a very moody look on his face till he got what he wanted, then he would look extremely pleased with himself.
John's shift at the surgery didn't finish till 6 and by then Sherlock knew that John would feel terrible. So Sherlock left the flat with a determined look on his face. He could shop; he just chose not to, it was a waste of time. He occasionally went shopping with John, but that was about it. He entered the local supermarket and bought the jam within a few minutes alongside a loaf of sliced bread.
He strode into the surgery, there were doctors and patients milling around or in the waiting room.
He walked straight past the reception area and towards John's office. He bumped into Sarah along the way. She gave him an extremely forced smile but Sherlock knew that she was still bitter about John being married to him.
Sherlock walked into John's office without knocking and found the doctor talking with a thirty year old woman who had her three year old daughter on her lap. John looked slightly pale, but other than that he was coping well without much food in his stomach.
"Sherlock, what are you doing here?" John asked, startled.
Sherlock held up the shopping bag with a smile.
"Oh, you are a life saver!" John said with a grin and rushed out of his chair and snatched the bag out of Sherlock's hand. He opened it and peered inside, his grin grew wider and he looked up at Sherlock with pure gratefulness and love.
"I hardly think that 'life saver' is a correct word for this. I'd say more a 'hunger defeater'." Sherlock said.
John smiled and went back to his desk and then remembered his patients.
"Oh, sorry Mrs Redding-"Sherlock cut him off and stepped forward.
"Hello, I'm Sherlock, John's husband. My stubborn dear here refused to accept food without jam this morning. He probably would have been sick had I not got here within the hour. Do you mind if I just make him a sandwich. Don't worry; I will delete anything said between you and my good doctor." Sherlock explained.
"Sorry, what do you mean 'delete'?" Mrs Redding asked with a frown.
"He's a genius. His mind works differently from mine and yours. He can delete any information he deems unimportant. When I met him he didn't know that the Earth revolved around the sun because he had deleted it when he was younger." John explained.
"Oh, well, okay..." Mrs Redding said, she was a rather laid-back person, she trusted her doctor and therefore his judgement on his own husband.
Sherlock got a small knife out of his pocket which he had remembered to bring for spreading the jam. He patted John's hip in a gesture to let him make the sandwich. John sat down and continued talking to Mrs Redding while Sherlock made the sandwich. Sherlock smiled in satisfaction as he handed the food to his husband and John paused in talking to take a bite. Once he swallowed one mouthful he placed the sandwich on his desk gently and said "excuse me one moment" to Mrs Redding.
He stood up and pulled Sherlock into a hug. Sherlock bent down a bit and rested his forehead on John's shoulder while John placed his chin on top of Sherlock's shoulder with a sigh. Sherlock held John just as tightly back. John moved his head to the side a bit and gave Sherlock's temple a kiss, he took a deep breath and said "thank you, love."
"It was absolutely no problem at all for you. Sorry for being too distracted with my experiment this morning." Sherlock said and took a deep breath through his nose, loving the smell of John more than any other smell.
John chuckled "I don't really mind. I'm just not a Monday morning person without jam." John said "But I am really grateful." John said. He drew back from the tight hug and planted a quick kiss on Sherlock's lips. Sherlock smiled.
"I'll go and-"John cut him off.
"No, stay please. You're allowed to if you want. If I have a patient who doesn't want you to hear anything and doesn't believe you can delete memories then you can listen to some music, my phone has headphones, you can block out the sounds." John said.
"Okay then." Sherlock said and brought a chair next to John's and sat there, pulling his phone out began looking through some marginally boring cases that Lestrade had sent him that the yard still hadn't solved. He quickly texted back answers while John sat next to him.
"Apologies for the interruption- do continue." John said politely and finished off his sandwich.
Half way through the mother talking through her daughter's illness, the little girl herself spoke up.
"Are you in love?" the three year old asked with a giggle.
"Yes. And what about you, Olivia, do you love anybody?" John asked kindly.
"I love my mummy and daddy and my big brother lots and lots! I love them this much!" she said and stretched her arms out wide "I can't reach!" she pouted that her arms didn't seem to do her love justice.
John chuckled "I know! I can't reach my arms wide enough to say how much I love Sherlock. So I just say that I love him more than anything." He said.
The little girl smiled "I love mummy and daddy and Tom more than anything too." and giggled.
Mrs Redding smiled and kissed her daughter's forehead "We love you more than anything too."
"John, can you tell me from this picture what the cause of this man's death was?" Sherlock asked.
John looked at the picture on Sherlock's phone. He didn't want the girl to hear the cause of death so he leant over and whispered it in Sherlock's ear.
"Oh, that fits then! Easy! Oh and by the way, John, I love you more than anything too." Sherlock said and began texting Lestrade again.
John smiled and finished diagnosing the little girl with a minor tummy bug that should go away soon. He recommended some chemist medicine to help and invited them back should it get worse or not improve. John finished with all of his patients at half past five.
"Come on. Let's go home." Sherlock said and held out his hand.
John smiled "One more hug, my jam bringer."
Sherlock smiled and hugged John tightly again.
When John was thankful his hugs were usually tight ones that conveyed his feelings well. They left and went home hand in hand.
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