A/N:I'm sorry I haven't updated this sooner! I've been EXTREMELY busy getting all of my work out of the way before my play tonight, and so I haven't had any free periods to update in. C'est la vie. Anyway, I thank you for your eternal patience, and hope you don't hate me to much :)
p.s: Victoria sponge cake is the best kind of cake. If any one reading this is interested into how to get me to love them, use victoria sponge cake. Or invite me out for texting and scones. Which ever. Both work. Texting and scones more so, but, whatever.
"Sherlock, just eat it."
John stared down at his flatmate forcefully, one hand still on the plate that held a single slice of victoria sponge cake.
"I'm not Mycroft, John. You can't trick me into eating something by offering me cake." He stared resolutely back up at the ceiling, carefully avoiding his gaze.
"Sherlock, come on. You can't eat nothing all week. It's getting ridiculous."
He snorted and raised his eyebrows.
"I can and I frequently do. So if you wouldn't mind, DrWatson." Sherlock's tone dripped in venom, and his lips twitched slightly as John slammed the plate down beside him.
The sharp trill of John's phone next to him pulled Sherlock out of his proud silence, and caused him to glower at the "Caller Unknown" display, before answering.
"Not another lover's tiff, I hope?"
Sherlock made a non committal grunt at his misfortune and rolled his eyes.
"Mycroft."
"Do as he says, Sherlock. Mummy would be ever so disappointed to know her little darling isn't eating well."
Sherlock glared at the wall, in place of Mycroft's own form.
"You wouldn't dare." He murmured defiantly.
He heard Mycroft chuckle on the other end of the line.
"Oh, I would. Goodbye, Sherlock."
Sherlock flung the phone down angrily at the dial tone, before irritably picking up the cake, and taking a bite.
A/N: I love reviews more than Mycroft loves cake. And you knowthat's deep.