John Watson was sitting on the living room sofa blogging about their most recent case when suddenly thought he smelled something burning.
He sniffed again. Yes, something was defiantly burning.
He craned his neck to look behind him and saw smoke coming through the kitchen doorway.
"Oh dear god" muttered Watson.
Quickly he jumped up and ran to the window, throwing it open. Grabbing the fire extinguisher from the corner he sprinted into the kitchen.
What he saw through the smoke was the whole oven appeared to be on fire.
"Sherlock! theres a fire" yelled Watson, coughing.
Using the fire extinguisher he started putting out the fire.
Finally when the fire was out and as the smoke started to dissipate he made out a large shape covered head to foot with white foam, holding a completely black chunk of something unidentifiable.
"Sherlock?" asked john quietly.
As the large shape wiped the foam out of his eyes, he could defiantly see it was him.
John stared at him, "what the hell!" he yelled "is this another experiment?, you could have burned down the entire building!".
Sherlock looked at him sheepishly
"No John..i..well you see" he glanced over at the table and john followed his gaze.
John saw the table was covered in tubes of icing and boxes of cake mix.
When he looked back to sherlock, he noticed he was wearing floral oven mits
"Your Birthday's today" said Sherlock quietly "so i thought id try to...".
He looked at the ceiing and squinted his eyes, clearly embarresed
"Bake me a cake" finished Watson.
He was suprised. He didnt think Sherlock remembered it was his birthday and it touched him that he had actually tried to bake a cake for him.
"Its fine..you know, i don't know how to make a cake either" said john, not really sure what to say but wanting to make him feel better
"How about you get cleaned up, we clean up the kitchen and have Mrs Hudson help us bake one".
Sherlock swiveled twords the door and said,
"good idea, or we can pick one up from the store, im afraid this one is a bit.. unedible".
He glanced down at the burnt, rock shaped object in his hands.
They both started chuckling.
"or" said john "we could always put frosting on it and send it to your brother"
sherlock looked at him naughtily
"Oh we do know how the queen loves his cake"
that sent them both into fits of giggling.
later that night they sat down by the fireplace to a lovely homemade cake thanks to Mrs hudson.
it was quiet for awhile before sherlock turned to john
"john.." said Sherlock quietly " Happy Birthday".