Sherlock and John clung to each other as they back up into the large, well large for them, bag of flour. Currently, they were on the run and had found themselves without a home and in a supermarket.

They'd been careful not to be spotted, not wanting to even imagine what a person might do if they found two men that were three inches tall. There'd be uproar and they'd likely be sold as accessories.

But now, they'd been seen. By an old frail-looking woman who was browsing the flour who goes by the name Ms Hudson.

She was frozen in her place, just staring at the two tiny men.

She looks around to check no one is around before leaning closer and whispering "Hello"

Sherlock and John relax a little, happy that she wasn't going to attack them any time soon.

When they don't reply she speaks up again "Do you have a little phone?"

Sherlock nods at the question. Ms Hudson writes her phone number and the words 'text me and explain' on a piece of paper before sliding it towards them.

Two minutes later she receives a text message.

My name is Sherlock Holmes and this is my boyfriend John Watson. We're on the run from the man who made us this size as a weird experiment of his, he wants to capture us and sell us. So we ran and ended up here. We have no where to go. Please, help us. -SH

Without a word she opens her bag and gestures for the two of them to climb inside. After exchange of a hesitant look, Sherlock takes hold of John's hand and they are climbing into the rose coloured purse.

A few moments after they climb in and settle beside a roll of paper that looked like a shopping list, the bag is settled on a surface and Sherlock can ear the squeaky wheels of trolley.

The two men sit close together, saying nothing but hugging and relaxing. It felt safe.

The bag opens then and Ms Hudson pulls out her rather long shopping list. It's not long before Sherlock receives a text message from the old woman.

Lots of shopping to do. Sorry boys. Make yourselves comfortable.

Sherlock shows John the message and the doctor can't help but laugh at that.

"We're so bloody lucky" He sighs, leaning into his boyfriend's embrace.

Sherlock nods in agreement and places a kiss just under John's ear. It felt like a long time since they'd been able to relax. John turns in Sherlock's arm so he wrap his arms around the other man's waist and bury his face in Sherlock's chest.

"I've missed this" John murmurs.

"Me too" Sherlock agrees, dropping another kiss onto John's forehead.

*-*

"And this, boys, is your new home. I know it's a little silly but I see no other way to make you comfortable"

Sherlock and John were stood in front of a doll's house, it was painted a horrid pink colour but it was a house and Ms Hudson was offering it to them. It was the perfect size for them. It was a house, and it was just being offered to them.

It may be a doll's house but to them it was a whole house. A family home.

"I have no idea what to say..." Sherlock murmurs to John before taking his hand and turning to Ms Hudson.

She hadn't heard him, of course. He was far to small for her to hear him. He offers her a big smile and she smiles back before nodding.

She scurries off and returns with little cups of water (from a doll's tea set, by the looks of it). Ms Hudson holds up her phone to show she'd come if they needed anything. Sherlock had a feeling the woman didn't have children and was enjoyed caring for others immensely.

When she disappeared again Sherlock and John turn back to the horridly coloured house.

"We are so painting it" John laughs.

Sherlock nods, laughing along, before he walks up to the door and opening it for John. John grins at his boyfriend and gives a sarcastic bow before entering. Sherlock follows and closes the door behind them.

Sherlock quickly deduced from the realistic nature of the house (there were mini light bulbs to light each room faintly and the flooring was detailed as was the the furniture and decorating) that it must have cost a ridiculous amount of money. Still not quite as much as a real house, of course.

They spend an hour looking around all the rooms and quickly deciding which bedroom they plan to sleep in. Naturally there were many things they didn't have in the house. For example central heating, running water, books and a TV. There's only so much you can put in doll's house.

Thankfully the blankets on the bed's were heavier than normal covers and provided the warmth they needed.

After hours of moving furniture (and bickering like a married couple) and truly settling into their home, they retire to their new bed.

They curls together, limbs slotting together perfectly, and sigh.  Everything seemed to be looking up for them.

Sherlock pulls John even closer, if that was even possible, and places a sweet kiss to his lips.

"You were right" He whispers.

John cocks his head and blinks, rare was it he hears those words from Sherlock. "About what, love?"

"We're so bloody lucky"