***This was a filler chapter, as im thinking up ways to work our bad guy into the story again. A hint of Mystrade :) ENJOY!!
Ch. 13
After they finished their dinner, Sherlock and John decided to venture into Wal Mart to get some things for the house that couldn't wait until tomorrow.
"So what do we need that can't wait until tomorrow?" Sherlock asked. He looked around at all the people. Most of them were okay, but Sherlock raised an eyebrow at the ones in pyjamas.
"Sherlock...do not do what I think you are going to do," John said. He knew it was a mistake coming here. "Behave," he teased.
"I'll keep my halo straight," Sherlock said with a smirk.
"Yeah because its being held in place by your horns," John joked. Sherlock gave him a playful nudge. "Ok; we need tea, a kettle, cups, stuff to take a shower like soap and towels and all. What are you looking at?" John asked. Sherlock didn't answer. He was too busy looking at a woman with her son. She reminded him of someone, just wasn't sure who.
"Hm?" he finally asked. John raised an eyebrow.
"Who were you looking at then?" John asked, looking at some chips that were on a shelf.
"That woman with her child. Her face was just sad...until she turned to look at her son, then it just lit up. Nice to see, is all," Sherlock said, shrugging. Ok...John thought.
"Um, Sherlock? Did you ever think you would get married and have a family?" John asked.
"Actually, no. I was shunned most of my life by most people. No one wanted a freak. I'm still surprised that you do," Sherlock said, placing his hands inside his pockets.
"I couldn't not want you, Sherlock. You may drive me up a wall sometimes, but I will always want you. Nothing will ever change that," John said, looking over at Sherlock.
"I feel the same way, John. I always have," Sherlock said, smiling over at his doctor. John smiled and walked down the isle where the sign said the teabags would be. He searched until he found the breakfast tea. Twinnings of course, because Sherlock refused to drink anything else. "Ok. Tea, check. Next would be a kettle. Where do you suppose that would be?"
"Appliances, most likely. I see there a sign. Its over that way," Sherlock said, pointing over John's head.
"Ok, come on then," John said and he led the way towards the appliances. Sherlock had never seen so many people standing in line in a store at one time. It was quite comical, until he realized he would be one of them here soon.
"Damn it...I do not want to stand there," Sherlock muttered.
"Sorry?" John asked.
"In line. They have 3 registers open for all these people. It doesn't make sense," Sherlock said.
"No it doesn't. But, nothing about this place makes much sense, now does it? It has a McDonald's inside for God's sake," John said with a laugh.
"What's with all the camoflauge? I mean, it's everywhere I look," Sherlock pointed out.
"That is a little ridiculous. Anyhow, here are the kettles. At least they have one like we have at home, just not the same brand. Ok," John said, setting the box down in the cart. "I think we should get some bed linens, considering we didn't bring any," he said.
"Good idea. Make sure the thread count is high, or its really scratchy and uncomfortable," Sherlock added.
"Why don't you pick it out? You seem to know more about it than I do," John said, walking down the isles. "Fine. They are over here it says," Sherlock said, pointing to a sign. John followed the detective and was waiting for him to pick out a bed in a bag, as said on the label, when his phone buzzed. He took it out of his jacket pocket and it was a text from Greg Lestrade.
Congrats!
-GL
Thanks...what for?
-JW
He wrote that text and sent it, but knew Lestrade was talking about him and Sherlock.
You finally got him. I knew it was a matter of time.
-GL
Thanks...wait, how did you know about us?
-JW
A minute or two went passed with no answer. He thought for a moment who all knew about them. Just Mycroft...no way, John thought. He unlocked his screen again.
Did Mycroft tell you? And if he did, since when do you two talk on a regular basis?
-JW
Yes he did tell me. We have been talking for awhile now.
-GL
Talking? In what sense?
-JW
In the sense you are thinking, I suppose.
-GL
Wow...we have only been gone for a week! So much has happened! I never knew you were...
-JW
Yeah, well, as far as I knew, you weren't. Neither was I. There is just something there. I don't know what it is...it just is.
-GL
John smiled. He knew exactly where he was coming from.
I know what you mean. Holmes men have something about them, don't they?
-JW
Yeah...something great. It would be nice if they just knew how great they really were.
-GL
Yes. It would be nice.
-JW
Are you happy?
-GL
You have no idea, Greg. He makes me feel like im on cloud nine all the time.
-JW
Ditto. I'll let you get back to your Holmes. I gotta get back to mine :)
-GL
Yeah. He's picking out bed linens. We are so domestic...and I love it.
-JW
I'm happy for you guys. I'll talk to you both later. Say hi to Sherlock for me.
-GL
John smiled and locked his phone and put it back in his pocket. Greg and Mycroft? Who would have thought?
"What's the smile for?" Sherlock asked, as he put a bed set, blue and a black set, into the cart.
"Nothing. I just love you," John said, smiling. "Did you ever figure out who your brother was texting that day we were leaving?" he asked.
"Oh, yeah. Child's play. It was Lestrade," Sherlock said, looking at John disbelieving. Mostly it was because it was so obvious.
"Well I know that now. Greg was texting me, saying congrats to us. I knew the only person to know about us was Mycroft, so I put it together. He said its nice to have a Holmes. I agreed wholeheartedly," John said, smiling.
"Flattery will get you everywhere, my dear Watson. Alright. Let's get the rest of what we need and get the hell out of here," Sherlock said. John laughed and nodded. He was indeed ecstatic to have Sherlock Holmes as his own.
