Supermarkets. Are Huge. (well, in where I live, they are) It's a wonder how one can go in there, find whatever they need without any help (okay, fine. Signboards don't count) and don't come out feeling frustrated. -Oh, just for the record, this one's mostly John and Molly. Someone *ahemTheAnnoyingOne97ahem* got me into thinking that kid!John would totally be cute and adorable :3 :DDD


"Now kids, don't run off!" Mrs Watson called to John and Molly, who were running around the shelves playing tag.

It was Shopping Day yet again in the Watson's household. Usually, Mrs Watson and Mrs Hooper, newfound friends from meeting by chance in the daycare where their kids were, would do shopping together, while at the same time gossip about the latest news and fashion. But that day, Mrs Hooper could not come with her for she needed to stay at home and clean the house; there was a guest coming over. Molly had whined about missing Shopping Day and not playing with John, so Mrs Watson offered to bring her along, and she ran over to hug the laughing lady.

"Tag, you're it!" Molly tagged John by the arm and ran off.

"Come here, you!" He chased after her.

Mrs Watson shook her head and read the labels on various food produce, at the same time keeping a half-eye on the kids. But when one product grabbed all her attention, she momentarily forgot about the children.


"Aha, got you!" John wrapped his arms around Molly as she ran past him.

"Hey, you're supposed to be tagging me at the arm, not hugging me! That's cheating!" she smacked his hands that were on her stomach hard.

He released her, rubbing his sore hands, frowning slightly at her. "You always manage to escape quickly, so it was the only way to catch you!" he shrugged.

"Okay, fine- hey, where's Mrs Watson?" she enquired, looking around and not finding the plump woman anywhere in the vicinity.

"Mummy? Shouldn't she be- oh. We ran away from her," he frowned again, this time in worry.

He turned around to tell his companion to follow him and find his mother but instead did a facepalm. Molly had tears streaking down her cheeks, doe eyes wide as she stared and sniffed at the older boy.

"Molly, don't…don't cry now, please," John pleaded, approaching and handing her tissue papers he did not even know he had. "We'll find Mummy, okay?"

"This place is-is huge!" she hiccuped and wiped her eyes. "H-how are we t-to get out of this place?"

"We'll find Mummy, okay?" he tried to reassure her, but inside he was freaking out more than the girl.

"Okay," he said, once she cooled down, "let's go- ah, a map!"

He ran to the directory board, Molly dragging her feet to catch up with him. He was mumbling and staring intently at the board when she got near him and he suddenly turned to her. She jumped back, startled.

"Ah, sorry. Okay, Mummy, if I'm not wrong, is a-"

"What if you are?" she interjected.

"Wha- no! I-I know my Mummy well enough, and- and she should be here by now!" He randomly stabbed at the location marked 'lingerie'.

"Lin-guh-ri? What's that?"

"Should be where the flour is. Mummy always goes in there and comes out with flour."


"So how we get there?" Molly asked once they were moving again. She gripped at John's hand tightly, not wanting to part with him and get lost in this humongous building.

"From here, we walk straight, then we turn to the right, right again, left, go forward, maybe a left again, then we'll reach the lingery," he provided, showing her the 'right' and 'left' directions wrongly.

At that moment, with the little girl clinging onto him as if he was her only hope of survival (not that she'd die if she did get lost. Just look at where they are), he felt like he was a grown-up, guiding her out of this situation.

They came to their first intersection of shelves and John led her to the right, which was in actual fact left, then they moved forward, turning to the correct right, and it seemed the third time they finally came at a crossroads in direction.

"So…where?" Molly asked, looking between their left and right sides.

"Hmm, let me just remember…ah! We go left!" he said, then turned to his right.

"But I thought that's left," she pointed to her left side.

"That's right," he 'corrected'.

"We're going left, right?"

"Right."

"So this is right," she questioned, pointing to her left, "and that one's left?"

"Right."

"It's right?"

"No, it's left."

"But Mummy always tells me right is here," she raised her right hand, "and this is left, so that right you were pointing wasn't right and it is left, so right should be there…"

They stared at each other; John baffled at the overwhelming 'rights', Molly having no idea what she had just said.

"…right?"


With having no idea how to get to the…'lingery' section, John sat on the floor, adamant on not giving up and thinking about where they were now, recalling all the times he had been here with his mother. If he could recognise a route, it may lead to the 'lingery' section. Molly dropped beside him and rested her head on his shoulder, yawning softly to the back of her small hand. She felt tired after their game of tag and all this walking around, and she felt like drifting off to sleep then and there.

She did not realise she had actually dozed off until someone shook her vigorously. She slapped the hands away and buried her head deeper into John's shoulder, when she was rudely carried upwards by her hands. The sudden action brought her to her senses and she wobbled when she stood on her two feet. She turned around to reprimand whoever it was that caused her to get up when she saw a familiar boy with black curls wearing a blue scarf around his neck, black long-sleeved shirt and trousers.

She stepped back from the intensity of his greyish-blue eyed gaze and folded her arms, slightly glaring at him in return, who then proceeded to help John up. "What was that for?"

"You were sleeping on John's shoulder," he replied nonchalantly.

"So?"

"On the floor."

"John doesn't mind. Can't I have some sleep?"

"He may not mind, being kind and all, but it's uncomfortable." He approached her and handed her a large silver bow, which fell out of her hair while sleeping.

"Oh, thank you." She took her bow and pinned it on her double ponytailed head.

"Right. So where are you going?" Sherlock asked, facing John, who looked about his surroundings.

"We were finding Mummy," he answered.

"At where?"

"Lingery," Molly answered, walking to them.

The boy faced her and frowned. "Lingery?"

"Yeah. Where flour is."

He took a moment to process the information and soon found a fault. "It's 'lahn-zhuh-rey'," he pronounced it correctly.

"What a weird word," John piped up.

"Yeah," Sherlock strode away, making the other two follow his lead, "it means women's underwear."

Molly noticed John's cheeks becoming red and wondered why.


"Oh my, children, there you are!" Mrs Watson rushed over to them when she saw John, Molly and Sherlock walking over to her.

She ruffled John's and Sherlock's hair and patted Molly's head. "You children; don't ever do such a thing again! You almost gave me a heart attack!"

"You're too young for it, Mrs Watson. Your heart's beating at a normal pa- Ouh!"

John elbowed Sherlock at the side to stop him from rambling on.

"We're sorry, Mrs Watson. We won't do it again, we promise," Molly said, and gave her her best 'I'm sorry' look, which made the woman laugh.

"Yes, yes, you're forgiven. Now, Sherlock has to leave with his mummy, so say goodbye."

"Bye Sherlock. And thanks for the help," John clapped his friend on the back.

"Just so you know, John, right's here," he pointed to John's right hand, "and left's the other side."

John nodded and attempted to file it in his memory while Molly watched the black haired boy.

"Don't sleep on other people's shoulders, Molly," he called out to her. She rolled her eyes and waved as he left with his mother.

"Now, dearies, you want ice-cream?" Mrs Watson winked as she pushed the trolley ladened with groceries over to the ice-cream section.

"Yes!" They both excitedly shouted in unison.

"Oh, Mrs Watson," Molly innocently asked, "why does John turn red when he hears 'women's underwear'?"

"You do?" she glanced amusedly at her son.

"Molly!"

She went behind his mother and whispered in a voice akin to seductive to him. "Lingerie…"

Yup. He turned red again.