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Sherlock carried Samie up the stairs slowly. John had stopped at the store, leaving Sherlock to drag their female friend up three flights of stairs. Samie mumbled unconsciously, swatting a piece of Sherlock's hair.
He knew he should've woken her up, but she'd been working hard all night... mostly because of him. It wasn't his fault that there was an emergency that she was specifically needed for.
Sherlock tried the door. "Locked." He hissed. The flat's key wasn't on Samie and Mrs. Hudson was out 'quilting' with her friends. He'd have to let her stay with him.
Sherlock closed his room door behind him. He had let Samie sleep in his bed for that night, seeming as John would give him hell if he was to put her in his room or on the sofa. Something John called 'hospitality' had stuck Sherlock on the sofa, cross and tired.
Sherlock woke to the sound of laughter and the smell of smoke. "I can't believe you burnt them!" Samie chuckled as Sherlock leaned against the wall. John was sliding blackened pancakes into the rubbish bin. "From now on, leave the cooking to me." She scooped another fluffy pancake onto the stacked platter on the table.
Sherlock sat down and poured a cup of tea. "What are you doing?" He asked. "Well, John was trying to cook." Samie snickered, earning a flick on the arm. Sherlock smirked, taking a bite of flapjacks.