For Jack – Happy Birthday m'dear! Hope this 221 Birthday fic makes you smile!
Disclaimer: I don't own Sherlock, John et al – that privilege belongs to ACD, Moffat and Gatiss
John watched Sherlock fidgeting around, as if there was something on his mind.
"Tea!"
"What did your last servant die of? Get it yourself!"
"No, I mean we need tea. We're out of tea."
John just looked at him. He'd bought tea two days ago; they couldn't possibly have run out so soon.
As if reading his mind Sherlock shrugged. "I used our supplies for an experiment"
"What? Bloody hell Sherlock!"
Sherlock looked up, unmoved.
"I suppose it's too much to ask for you to go to Tesco then, to buy some more?"
"Boring!"
John gritted his teeth and stood up, straightening his shoulders and staring at his flatmate. His flatmate just stared blankly back. Huffing out an exasperated breath John grabbed his jacket and Sherlocks wallet, and left the flat.
Half an hour later, as John opened the front door he was confronted by the sight of Sherlock running frantically down the stairs.
"John, quickly!" he yelled, "There's strange noises coming from Mrs Hudson's kitchen!"
Dropping his shopping bag John sprinted into the downstairs flat.
There in the kitchen were Lestrade, Molly and all his other friends, the table had been laid with a luscious selection of sandwiches and a huge cake decorated with Royal icing.
Sherlock walked in behind him.
"John, we just wanted to wish you happy birthday!"