"Sherlock, why is the fridge fully stocked?" John called out one evening. He stared into the fridge. John actually hadn't gone into the fridge for days, figuring it was empty since he had used up the rest of the milk and didn't have time to go shopping. He doubted Sherlock went shopping. "Sherlock?"

John turned around and saw Sherlock slumped on the couch, fast asleep. He looked at him for a second and realised that Sherlock's curse wouldn't allow him to work unless he was well fed. Maybe Sherlock went shopping after all?

John walked into the living room and sat down in his chair, leaning his elbows on his knees and resting his head in his hands as he watched Sherlock and considered the curse. Sherlock had calmed down considerably in the past couple of days. They hadn't been giving more than a tiny hint on a piece of paper and Sherlock took it as a challenge to find out what the new curse was and get rid of it before it even took effect.

The note said "Yes, I am a curse, but in the story I was originated from, I was placed as a misled blessing. I can be broken without the one who placed me, but it won't be easy."

Sherlock had been searching online ever since, but to no avail. Eventually, a case popped up that needed his attention and he abandoned his search temporarily.

For now, Sherlock was sleeping. He grumbled for an hour before giving in, not being able to work otherwise, but now that he was asleep, he looked so utterly peaceful. Nearly angelic. At first glance, in such a state, Sherlock might even be viewed as a timid, worrisome fella that only wants friendship. John smirked at the idea.

Sherlock shifted slightly and his mouth fell open as he let out a small, breathy noise. His hair was disheveled, as he had jumped onto the couch before apparently pressing the button to take a nap, but it was oddly charming. Sherlock's hands pulled up to his face, resting under his cheek and chin. John grinned before he noticed that this much movement probably meant Sherlock would be waking up soon.

Sure enough, Sherlock's eyes opened slowly, his face completely unguarded and innocent looking as he made direct eye contact with John. They looked at each other for a second before John realised he had been staring for a good five minutes at a sleeping Sherlock.

"Uh, good morning," John said, lifting his head off of his hands and crossing his arms awkwardly. "Did you- did you sleep well?"

"Why were you staring at me?" was Sherlock's only answer as he pushed himself up and rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands.

"I wasn't. Did you restock the fridge?"

"No," Sherlock replied with a heavy sigh. "Well, yes."

"Which is it?" John leaned back in his chair, watching Sherlock wake himself up.

"I found that if I click the button that shows up on the fridge that says "eat" enough when the fridge is empty, there's a small little glitch I can click if I'm fast enough that will magically restock our fridge."

"Magi-"

"And by that, I mean it somehow summons Mrs. Hudson to restock it, even though she swore three months ago that she would never do it again, after finding the scorpions I put in there."

"So, it wasn't really magic?"

"I think there are glitches in the curse. I just need to find them."

"Like cheats?"

"What?"

"Cheats! Games have cheats. I've been looking up this game, and I'm sure there must be cheats - otherwise people could never get past the fourth house! I mean, really, it's so-"

"Have you been playing?" Sherlock asked, a smirk playing at his lips and his eyes gleaming with amusement.

"What? No!"

"John, if I turn on your laptop right now and search for it, will I find Sims?"

"Well, yes, but that doesn't-"

"And if I open it, will I find a Sim John and maybe even a Sim Sherlock?"

"Why would I make a Sim you?" John muttered. Sherlock just waited, smirking and lacing his fingers together. John sighed. "Fine, yes, yes. But it's helpful to you if we find out as much as we can about the game."

"I suppose it is," Sherlock agreed. "What have you found out?"

"That it's a really annoying game. I'm already sick of it."

"From the way you type, I'm not surprised you're horrible at video games. I'd give it a shot if I wasn't currently living it," Sherlock scoffed. He ruffled his hands through his hair as John gave a shrug and got up.

"I'm going to make us some dinner." Sherlock looked up in surprise.

"No take out?"

"No, I have some time on my hands and a full fridge. I think we can manage today," came John's reply from inside the fridge, the kitchen filled with clinks of jars and dishes being moved around.

"Make sure not to start a fire," Sherlock replied, heaving himself up and moping over to the window.

He stared outside, hoping something dangerous would happen just so he would have an excuse to leave. It wasn't surprising that he noticed the one big difference of the view.

"John," Sherlock called. "Why is there a blue gnome in front of the flat?"

"What?" John called out, apparently having a war in the kitchen. At least, that's what it sounded like with him smashing all of those pots around.

"Nothing," Sherlock sighed, taking his robe off and throwing it to the couch. He slipped his coat on instead and hurried outside, slamming the door behind him to inform John that his noise in the kitchen was certainly unwanted and not at all appreciated. That should show him.

Sherlock walked over to the gnome and bent down to examine it. It was the bluest gnome he had ever seen – in fact, he had never seen a blue gnome – actually, he had never seen a gnome but for pictures and on the television. Sherlock poked the gnome and choices appeared.

Choices to fill all of his basic needs. Sherlock clicked all of the buttons in excitement and immediately felt refreshed and fed without actually eating. He hopped up quickly and bolted back inside, running up the stairs so quickly that it sounded like a stampede. He slammed into the flat and ran over to John, who was putting some pasta into the boiling water on the stove.

Sherlock turned him around and grabbed him by his shoulders. John looked at him in alarm.

"Sherlock?"

"John!" Sherlock nearly yelped in his excitement, beaming with an extremely tight grip on his shoulders. "I have found a way to cheat the Sim system!"

"Oh! Have you? Like game cheats? Er, how, exactly?" John tried to move away, but Sherlock didn't let go. He looked like he had just received information about a particularly difficult case.

"There is a blue gnome outside the flat that lets me fill the bars! If I'm hungry, tired, whatever, I can just go fill up the bars at the gnome!"

"Right… What about the other cheats?" Sherlock frowned.

"What other cheats? Why would I need anything but that?"

"Well, there are cheats where you can get money, cheats that make you friends, cheats that can make you older, where you can teleport, where you stop aging," John listed, thinking. "I think there's probably one that'd make someone fall in love, because that's one of the most annoying parts of the game – getting someone to marry! There's so much to do!"

Sherlock stared at John in awe. John looked up at him, his ears turning red.

"Er, Sherlock, I didn't mean-"

"We can have as much money as we want and we can stop aging, John. And teleport. Things would be so easy if we could teleport." Sherlock suddenly gripped his shoulders tighter and leaned in. "Tell me how to do this."

"I don't know! How would I know? They're typed in commands in the game – there was nothing about a gnome! I don't know what that's about!"

"Maybe it's from a different system."

"Maybe, but I've only played the one on my laptop." Sherlock narrowed his eyes.

"John, you stole that game."

"What? No I didn't!"

"Where's the box?" John stared at him for a second before answering.

"There's no box. I downloaded it off the internet," John said in some confusion.

"That counts as stealing, John," Sherlock said, grinning devilishly. "Tsk tsk, John, shame on you." He poked his nose and left the kitchen.

And that's when John realised the pasta had boiled over and the sauce had burned.

Needless to say, they ended up having takeout.

Sherlock had evidently forgotten all about the new curse in order to concentrate on finding out the cheats for the first one. He hadn't had a case in days and so spent all of his free time doing this. He found that he didn't have to sleep at all with this game. He was actually enjoying his curse by the time he "randomly" ran into the woman on the street again.

He gave her a brilliant, slightly devilish smile and a wink.

"Thanks for the curse, darling, it's been lovely," he gushed jokingly as he walked past her. She blinked in surprise at him and then frowned.

"I knew I shouldn't have left the cheats in…" she said to his back. "And I suppose you haven't even had a chance to work with the new curse, yet."

Sherlock stopped walking and mentally cursed himself. He had forgotten completely about the new curse. He spun around.

"What's the second curse?" he demanded to know. She smiled at him sadly and shook her head.

"Probably more trouble than you'll think it is when it finally starts working. I suppose everyone is rather intimidated by you, huh? Well, we'll just see what happens when you finally find out what it is. In the meantime, there's no reason for you to be having this much fun, so… Here."

She walked forward and put something into his hand before winking at him and walking away. Like a normal person. No vanishing in the middle of a park in broad daylight, apparently. Not for this witch.

Sherlock looked into the palm of his hand and found a little note that said "Your new (3rd) curse. Enjoy! ;)" Sherlock scowled at it and looked at the little figurine of a cat that it was taped to.

AN: I wanted to put the second curse in this one, but I want to see if you guys can figure out what it is before I even start it! (Explains why it was so short, really.) Take a stab at it! :D Oh, and if you can guess what the third curse is, take a stab at that, too!

Also, this is my birthday chapter! I might write some fluff oneshots today because I deserve fluff on my birthday. Maybe I'll write birthday fluff! Or Christmas fluff! Or fluff that is so fluffy that everyone in the world stops breathing for a couple of seconds until the overwhelming love in their hearts calms down enough to let them breathe!

Sorry, I'll stop, now.

Hope you enjoyed, even if it was a rather short chapter! Sorry about that!