It had been a long year for Mycroft, made even longer by tirades from his younger brother Sherlock. While the detective was indeed doing the little missions Mycroft had for him, Sherlock was not at all happy about it. Yet, to keep him out of London, Mycroft would deal with the tirades. After all, it wasn’t as if Sherlock wasn’t looking for Moriarty’s network at the same time. Yet this past year had been a series of putting out brush fires in the government (and a few others but who was counting?) and dealing with Sherlock. It was time to do something for himself.
“You can do this, Mycroft,” Mycroft muttered to h
John, how come you weren't in school today? This project is really important. We need to get a good grade on it. - SH
Sick, Sherlock. Got the flu. - JW
You can't be sick now. We're so close to graduating. - SH
Tell that to my immune system. Can we talk about this later? - JW
No. I'm coming over and we're going to work on our project. - SH
Sherlock, no. I feel like crap and I'm sleeping all the time. Plus you'll get sick. - JW
Sherlock? - JW
The arrogant boy didn't respond to John's text and he finally put the phone on his nightstand, not expecting a response now. He smiled sardonically and a small part of him hoped that Sherlock did ge