A Three Pancake Problem.
Crack: Pancake Day crack, because pancakes are good and Sherlock knows it
Disclaimer: I don't own Sherlock, or nutella, it's unlikely I'll ever own the former but I'm just too lazy to walk to the shops to buy the other one.
Stood just inside the living room door John looked down and really wished he hadn't. His new flatmate was lying on the couch pale and still like some sort of vampire at rest but that wasn't the thing which was bothering him. What made him want to run to Ella's office and commit himself because he couldn't possibly be seeing what he thought he was seeing was the image of Sherlock Holmes, the man he's known and lived with for under a day but had proved himself bloody brilliant in that time lying on their couch with a pancake on each arm and one over his face.
'Are those pancakes? Please tell me they're pancakes and I'm not losing it finally'
The face pancake twitched as the detective raised an eyebrow 'They help me think, Mrs Hudson took away my cigarettes'
'You're not supposed to smoke in the fla… that still doesn't explain the pancakes'
'I'm out of nicotine patches' His tone told John he must be incredibly stupid not to understand the logic in Sherlock's actions. If buying into the idea that pancakes could help you think was part of that then John would be happy as King of the Simpletons.
"Whatever, any batter left?"
"Fridge. Don't use the stuff that looks like lemon juice, it's really not."
John just rolled his eyes and continued into the kitchen, tasting the batter to be safe before smiling that Sherlock had managed to follow a recipe and not experiment with it. His search for the frying pan kept him busy for a few minutes but soon he was settled his chair with a plate of pancakes with bananas and nutella eating happily and looking over at Sherlock who had not moved feeling for once like he wasn't the stupid one… Honestly John didn't know how he would ever be able to take the man seriously again.
