dani_meows (dani_meows) wrote in bipolardanicats, @ 2011-12-13 14:10:00 |
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Cooking and Chemistry
Title:Cooking and Chemistry
Fandom: Sherlock BBC
Pairing: John/Sherlock
Word Count:221B
Notes: Written for prompt 68. candlelight
Damn and blast! Cooking was nothing more than chemistry. This should be nothing more than yet another successful experiment, although one that would make his flatmate happy rather than annoyed and one the didn't involve decomposition or crime solving.
He waved a cloth at the fire detector again, he thought he'd disabled it but Mrs. Hudson, John, or Mycroft must have reactivated it, bloody wet blankets, the lot of them.
Then he tossed out his two failed experiments and tried once more. This time he would be completely focused, he wouldn't let anything distract him, he turned off his phone, rerolled his floured sleeves and got to work.
When John got home from work, he had a few surreal moments where he wondered if he'd somehow landed in the twilight zone because he certainly wasn't home. The flat was clean. Sherlock's belongings were neatly put away. The kitchen was clean and smelled of lemon cleaner rather than off Sherlock's experiments.
Sherlock and John enjoyed a lovely Tikka Masala curry and John finally asked Sherlock what this was all about.
Sherlock responded by bringing out a chocolate cake with several candles.
John's eyes went wide, his birthday? Had he really forgotten?
Sherlock lit the candles, "I can't believe you forgot your own birthday," he said before starting to sing, Happy Birthday.