My Trips are Weird - Sequel to MCIW (Lots of Fandoms crossover)

Maggie's Chips are potato . . . I'm sure

This is a bit of a happy little filler chapter showing the whole group friendship, because friendship is important!
I also updated early so there will be a bit of a wait until the next one guys :)
So enjoy :D xx

Before we'd even rounded the street corner and could see the chip shop, we could smell the delicious batter and the salty smell of freshly cooked and simmering chips.

Sherlock twisted his face though.

"What's wrong?" John asked him before I could, "You okay?"

Sherlock looked at John in annoyance, "I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be?"

There must have been some kind of psychic link between them because John's face flooded with understanding and he said, "You're hungry, I get it. When was the last time you ate? Wait - let me guess, it was last night at dinnertime."

Sherlock regarded his friend with an eyebrow raised, "I don't eat breakfast and lunch - I don't eat when I'm learning and working. So yes, Last night was my last meal. I would have had some tea but Mycroft messed it all up." He glared darkly, "He such a . . . moron."

I was expecting a far worse name but obviously even Sherlock realised that bad language was - uh . . . bad.

As we reached the blue and white striped canopy outside the chip shop, Clara waved at us from where she was sat on the wall outside. She was cross-legged with mass of paper and a polystyrene tray on her lap, the tray containing half a battered fish on top of a pile of chips. Below her on the bench that backed onto the wall was Loki, sat side on, his feet on the seat next to him, his own polystyrene tray balanced on his knees carefully, a book over his thighs.

"Hiya!" I called to them just as Merlin, Doctor and Master filed out of the chip shop holding their own dinners.

"Are all of you eating?" John exclaimed, "Doesn't anyone eat dinner at home anymore?"

Doctor swallowed down a chip and smiled goofily, "I've already had dinner. A really big slice of mum's homemade steak pie and a mountain of chips and mushy peas . . . but I'm hungry again." He gestured to the full sized fish and chips package he was holding.

Clara rolled her eyes, "I called for him and suggested dinner. I didn't actually know he'd already eaten. My Dad's taken mum out for dinner anyway. It's their wedding anniversary."

"Aw," I said with a smile, sitting next to her and stealing a chip, "That's cute."

"Twenty years today, can you imagine?" She giggled, "And my mum still can't remember what song their first dance was too on their wedding day."

I laughed, "Ah, never mind, as long as it was a memorable day."

Clara nodded, her mouth full.

John tapped Loki's legs and he swung them off the bench to allow John to sit. The Master and Doctor jumped at the opportunity and launched themselves into the last bit of free space on the bench.

Sherlock raised an eyebrow at them as if dismissing them as immature then came round and sat by me.

"What are you reading?" Clara asked, mouth full, tapping her foot against the back of Loki's head. The sight of the shoe set Gladstone off barking.

Some onlookers shot us disgusted looks as if to say, "Ugh! Teenagers congregating on street corners."

"Gladstone, shush!" I hissed down at him only to be met by two round brown eyes.

"He's so cute!" Clara said excitedly and flicked a chip down to Gladstone who gobbled it up happily.

"Oh Clara! Now you've done it." Sherlock groaned, "He'll be farting all night and I'll get the blame. I wonder what would happen if I injected him with chemical compound that subsided the smell. Then maybe . . ."