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Edible Ball Bearings

Happy Holidays to everyone, here is some fluffiness for you:)

Title:Edible Ball Bearings
Summary:  "John gaped, and then realized he should close his mouth." 
Rating:  Oh so very G
Characters:  Sherlock, John
Length:  1177 Words
Spoilers:  All Episodes to be safe
Disclaimer: I own not the characters, nor the world. Not beta'd  
A / N:  I have an addiction to fluff it it seems, should I seek help? *facepalm* Title stolen from a man in a blue box;)

All he wanted was to be unconscious as soon as he collapsed into his chair; for Sherlock to be preoccupied with his magnificent brain, experiment, or violin --anything but talking to him.

 John is sure the smell of flu from the clinic has permeated his eyeballs, and possibly his very soul. Melodramatic? Possibly, but he can’t be bothered to care. He was just beginning to lose sense of the chair holding him when the inevitable happened.


He could slow his breathing, not open his eyes…

Sherlock snorted. “Don’t audition for the stage John.”

John groaned. Blast it “Can’t we pretend that I am listening? You don’t need active participation anyway.” He groused. He could feel Sherlock’s arched eyebrow without seeing it.

“Oh fine, what is it?” John opened his eyes and attempted to focus. Sherlock was smirking, and the eyebrow theory was confirmed.

“You have spent many years as a bachelor haven’t you John? I would assume all of it given the state of your wardrobe.”

“No need to get personal Sherlock.” John smiled slightly

 One side of Sherlock’s mouth quirked up. “Clothing is irrelevant.”

“Unless your last name is Holmes apparently” John shot back, waving a hand lazily at Sherlock’s Tom Ford two-piece pinstripe suit.

“I could rectify your wardrobe if you wish, but I don’t think suits are really your area. You are very self-sufficient, given your sister would have been no help growing up and your mother—while sweet, left much of her upbringing to you.”

John sat up abruptly. “If there is a point to this examination get to it quickly.” He glared at Sherlock. Sherlock looked away first, point made.

The pause was so long that John settled back and closed his eyes. Maybe this time…

“You must have some rudimentary cooking skills.” Sherlock finally said, aiming his comment at the ceiling.

John opened his eyes, wary. “I am not participating in your latest experiment Sherlock, if you want to poison someone, or make Anderson beg for mercy, leave me out of it.”

“You misunderstand John. Although it is true I have considered switching Anderson’s artificial sweetener with Ipecac, but never mind. Do you…”

John couldn’t hear the last muffled word. Sherlock had turned toward the back of the couch he was sprawled on. It was almost as if he was—embarrassed? Not possible.

“Enunciate Sherlock, or I will tell Mycroft to give you lessons.” John grinned evilly.

“Don’t John, you have no idea the battles of grammar that...” Sherlock huffed and turned toward John, almost whispering.

“Have you ever baked John?”

John gaped, and then realized he should close his mouth. “Are you serious?”

“Quite. It isn’t for any experiment, rest assured.” Sherlock returned, tugging at his jacket.

Sherlock didn’t fiddle. John knew something was wrong. “Out with it Sherlock, stop fussing.”

Sherlock looked at him briefly then turned to wall again. John was almost sure the tops of his ears were pink. “Do you make cookies?”

John barely heard him, and this time he was straining. “Cookies?” There must be something he was missing.

“You aren’t missing anything John, it was a simple question.” Sherlock turned back to him, almost pulled at his sleeve, and then stopped. “It is vital, I need to know.”

“Why do you—Oh forget it. Yes, I can bake. If you must know…” John paused then mumbled “I used to take containers to the school bake sales for extra money.” He knew he was blushing

Amazingly enough Sherlock didn’t tease him. He sat up and clapped his hands together.

John blinked. He didn’t think baking was exciting, and it wasn’t a skill he spread around, given all the teasing in school

“Wonderful!! I have all the ingredients in the kitchen, but I had to know if you could bake. I was fairly certain, but had to ask. I can assist, but I have no culinary skills to speak of.”

John was flabbergasted. “Are you telling me you want me to make you cookies Sherlock? Because that is just…” John started smiling, he couldn’t help it.

Sherlock beamed at him.

Sherlock didn’t beam. This was astounding.

“What are we making then?” John asked.

“Shortbread. My mother’s recipe. It is the only thing about this wretched holiday I can stand. That and the edible ball bearings on top of the cookies. I cannot eat them without those.” Sherlock stared at John, waiting for him to object.

“Alright then, get the kitchen set up. You can hand me the ingredients. And if you get out of line I will MAKE you clean the entire kitchen—got it?”

Sherlock grinned “Anything you say John. Stop gaping at me. I will go get your apron.”

No, that didn’t help John at all. John shook his head and forced his mouth shut. It had been a very long time since he had done this.

“Is this going to be a regular thing Sherlock? Why doesn’t mummy make you the cookies?”

Sherlock paused, coming out of the kitchen with a green apron in his arms—which may have had a skeleton Santa Claus on it. He looked away again. John would swear that he was ashamed.

“There was an...incident with Mycroft. She said she would never make them again.”

John laughed. “Fine, I asked.” He thought for a moment. “Are you going to give your brother any of these cookies then?”

Sherlock’s jacket chimed. He snagged John’s phone out of his pocket and frowned at the screen. “He says he would appreciate being thought of, he misses them terribly.” Sherlock gave the phone back to John. “If I feel magnanimous later I will consider it.”

John’s phone beeped again. He looked down at it. “Sherlock, he just texted that he would owe me a favour if I included him. I don’t want your brother owing me favours.”

Sherlock smirked. “Don’t turn it down John; it could be useful one day. Now come on.” Sherlock yanked on his arm and dragged him from the chair.

His flatmate was acting more like a child than he usually did. John didn’t mind though, and he couldn’t stop smiling.


They were both covered in flour (dispute over the amount of ball-bearings on each cookie) and had collapsed, content, in the living room. Both stuffed with half of the shortbread they had just made.

Sherlock even saved Mycroft a small container. And mummy had one of course.

John smirked to himself, it was a miracle.

Sherlock’s phone beeped. He pulled it out of the couch cushions. “He says he WILL owe you a favour, and there is nothing you can do about it. Typical.” He tossed the phone on the table.

“Oh well, perhaps we can have him supply us with edible ball bearings for life.” John said.

“No, it has to be more creative than that. Think about it later John. Get some tea will you?”

John sighed “No, I might explode.” He paused. “Give me five minutes” 

“Mmmm.” Sherlock, to all appearances, was falling asleep.

John smiled as he dozed off.






( 13 comments — Leave a comment )
Dec. 25th, 2010 02:11 am (UTC)
Are they really called edible ball bearings? Whatever they are they totally belong on shortbread.
So cute!
Dec. 25th, 2010 02:28 am (UTC)
I actually have no idea what their name is..lol *looks on the tube* Carnivalettes? Not what I thought..lol

Anyway, glad you enjoyed:)
Dec. 25th, 2010 06:33 am (UTC)
Silver Cachous where I come from.
Dec. 25th, 2010 02:22 am (UTC)
Funny & sweet :) Shortbread is one of my favorite cookies too!

Love your icon!

Hope you have a Very Merry Christmas :D
Dec. 25th, 2010 02:29 am (UTC)
Thanks:) Cannot go wrong with shortbread;)

Thank you, I think I found the wallpaper on Fanpop and crammed it into an icon..lol

Merry Christmas!!
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Dec. 25th, 2010 04:50 am (UTC)
I was thinking silver balls too;) Thank you, glad you liked:)
Dec. 25th, 2010 04:44 am (UTC)
Dwwaaa! I love Shylock. <3

The edible ball bearings are actually called dragees. The only reason I remember this is because of an inside joke with a drag queen friend of mine. Something to do with a pill bottle full of them and ABBA. Don't ask. ;D

Dec. 25th, 2010 04:49 am (UTC)
Aha!! That is the proper name, thank you:) Also ABBA= brilliant..lol

Thanks for commenting, and yes, I love the icon too:)
Dec. 25th, 2010 08:27 am (UTC)
Aw, adorable! :-)
Dec. 25th, 2010 06:19 pm (UTC)
:) Merry Christmas!!
Dec. 25th, 2010 11:56 am (UTC)
Totally adorable!
Dec. 25th, 2010 06:21 pm (UTC)
Dec. 27th, 2010 11:10 pm (UTC)
LOL! very cute :D

I can definitely see Sherlock being able to measure out the correct proportions....but the actual mixing & making? not so much :D yay John!
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