A/N: This story was inspired by HiMe'iTSu's series "Mycroft Holmes Hates." These chapters will be 221 words or less and they are not sequential nor set in the same universe, so feel free to skip around. Prompts are accepted! Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, Moffat/Gatiss and Conan Doyle do.
Cake
Mycroft sneaked into the office kitchen. It was late, much later than he'd realized when his stomach started growling. Luckily, he had some leftover takeaway squirreled away in here. He was taken aback by what he saw in the refrigerator. Standing proudly amongst the usual selection of plastic and cardboard containers was a huge chocolate cake with chocolate icing.
The diplomat smiled. He thought office parties were a foolish tradition, and it appears his colleagues decided to throw one without him. The joke was on them, he decided; he still got to have his cake.
A fine cake it was, too. The first bite sent his tastebuds to Nirvana. (Cake is as close as one can get to heaven.) Mycroft wolfed it down, not caring a bit that he looked like a small child at a birthday party. There would probably be indignation in the morning when the others realized that half the remaining cake was missing. He supposed it served them right; they should have known better than to leave him alone with a cake.