Hello again...sorry for updating twice in one day, but I'd written it and thought I might as well put it up here! Please tell me what you think!
Sherlock is not mine =)
"Sherlock!" John pulled the taller man's arm and lead him away from the security guard.
"…just saying!" Sherlock called over his shoulder at the alarmed looking guard.
"Sherlock…"
"What? It was obvious!"
"I'm sure, but I don't think he wanted everyone to know about his genital warts." Hissed John. "I don't even want to know how you know that."
Sherlock mumbled something that might have been. "Was just trying to help."
"Okay," Said John, inserting a pound coin into the trolley. "You take this to the bread isle while I quickly get some milk."
Sherlock whisked the trolley out of John's hands and pushed it off down the nearest isle, jumping on the back so the trolley carried him forwards. John quickly hurried to get milk before Sherlock got himself into any-
CRASH
Too late.
John ran to the source of the noise, internally rolling his eyes. He rounded the corner and was met with a scene that made him wonder what he was on when he provoked Sherlock into shopping. Sherlock was standing amidst a mess of trolley and canned food. He was engaged in a heated argument with one of the employers.
"I was testing the average speed of the contraption when applying the average push of a human leg. I must say this thing has absolutely no control at all, you may want to invest in trolleys with better steering."
The woman shook her head in confusion. "That is not what the trolleys are for, Sir!"
"I don't see how that is a valid argument." Sniffed Sherlock. "What else are they meant to be for?"
The woman spluttered. "For putting things in!" Sherlock looked blank. "When you go shopping!"
"How dull." Sherlock made to saunter off.
"Excuse me, Sir!"
"I'm sorry, he's with me." John felt this was a good time to intervene. "This is his first time shopping." He explained. Sherlock nodded at the woman as if to say. "So there." and walked away from the mess.
"I'm so sorry about that." John said, bending down to pick up a couple of cans of sweetcorn.
"That's alright Sir. It must be hard work for you." She smiled in sympathy.
"What?"
"Looking after him. My sister works with…special people and I know it's a lot of work."
John had to stifle a snort. "Mm." He agreed and quickly walked off in the direction of Sherlock, standing impatiently at the end of the isle.
"What are you smiling at?"
"Nothing." Sherlock narrowed his eyes but didn't comment. "We still need some bread and…some cheese." Said John, scooping up a basket and avoiding the trolleys. Sherlock was silent right up until they reached the till.
"Oh, can you put this all on the conveyer belt, I just need to get some soap."
"What? Wait! John!" Sherlock called after his retreating back. "Okay…how hard can this be? John does it all the time." He grabbed a handful of groceries and dumped it on the belt. He continued with the same manner of carelessness until he heard an ominous crunch. He rooted through the piles of packaged food until he found… "Oh…eggs…"
He picked the soggy carton of eggs up and then panicked slightly. Now what? He looked around him for a suitable place to stow them.
"Oh sorry love." Apologised a middle aged woman as she bumped into Sherlock whilst she was loading food onto the parallel conveyer belt. Sherlock nodded absentmindedly in her direction and then spotted the large pink bag she had slung over her shoulder. He grinned.
"Sorry, I could find the right-" John broke off when he saw Sherlock standing triumphantly at the end of the checkout, three bags full of groceries.
"Just waiting for the soap and then we can pay." Said Sherlock smoothly.
"Right…" Maybe he underestimated Sherlock a little.
Sherlock practically dropped the shopping bags in the kitchen then went to sit in his chair with his laptop. He was just checking his e-mails when he heard:
"Sherlock! Where are the eggs?" There was a rustling as John checked the plastic bags. Sherlock grimaced. "And the flour…Sherlock! What the hell is this doing in here?"
Sherlock froze. He quickly snapped his laptop shut and bolted out the door, grabbing his coat on the way out.