Hi guys! Sorry this took so long to update, I haven't had the energy this week! I am desperately trying to get this finished before Christmas, so expect some fast updating this week for once!

John stood undecidedly over the frozen meat section in the supermarket, his hand resting on the cold glass. He jumped half a foot in the air when he heard a familiar voice in his ear, spinning around.

"You'll want the basted turkey. My favourite."

"Shit, Sherlock!" John half yelled. A particularly evil glare from a little old lady shuffling past stopped him in his angry lecture. "Do not sneak up on me like that," he whispered angrily. Sherlock looked almost apologetic, puppy dog eyes melting John.

"Fine, fine, we'll get that one. Why are you here anyway?"

"I thought I might help you."

John gulped. There were banners and posters shouting out everywhere Christmas, Christmas, and Christmas. This might be harder than he thought. He'd have to keep him in his sight.

"Okay, okay. But I thought you hated supermarkets?"

"I do."

"Why the hell are you here then?"
"It seemed like a good idea at the time."

"Fine. Come on then."

And so began their adventure around the supermarket. They received some rather rude remarks and looks, including 'faggots' and 'cock bandits.' Sherlock merely smiled evilly and continued walking like nothing had happened. John, however, was so close to punching every one of them. How dare they? He and Sherlock weren't even gay. Just friends. He did his best to ignore them and followed Sherlock's example. So far Sherlock had noticed nothing. Unusual for someone with a large intellect as his. John smiled inwardly to himself. This might actually work.

Everything was going great until they reached the check out. There was a particularly nosy looking lady working there, John knew here type. Ucch. He smiled nervously. Then the inevitable conversation started.

"Hello love."

"Hi."

"Wonderful weather today, isn't it?"

John looked outside. It was raining.

"You could say that."

"Have you brought your tree yet? Only a week till Christmas, isn't it now?"

John gave her evils. She stopped talking, giggling slightly to herself. Thank god Sherlock had been standing impatiently a few metres away, arms laden with bags, staring out the huge glass window, not looking in their direction. Not another word was spoken between the lady and John. They walked out of the supermarket, weighed down with sprouts, stuffing, carrots, potatoes, parsnips, and a rather large turkey. John thought optimistically to himself, I can cook this. Sure, he hadn't cooked proper food for about 4 years at least, but how hard could it be? Mrs. Hudson could probably lend him a hand. He looked at Sherlock.

"Thank you Sherlock."

Sherlock smiled and said, "Never again,"

"I was thinking exactly the same thing."

How exactly do you put the stuffing in the turkey? John thought to himself.