I don't own Sherlock, just playing with them all.

Well, this is the last chapter, I do hope you have enjoyed this chapter and the story as a whole. I loved writing this one.

Chapter Forty

Sherlock looked up from where he was sat and smiled, Mycroft had just walked into the flat. He got up straight away and poured his brother a glass of his preferred wine, especially with the meal that John was almost finished cooking. Greg had arrived around ten minutes before and was already sat down on one end of the sofa. The older brother went and took the other end as John walked in from the kitchen, delicious smells following him.

"Well," he said with a smile as he picked up his can of beer, the same as Greg and took a swing before continuing, "dinner should only be another five minutes at most."

"What are we having?" Mycroft asked, smiling back, there were just too many delicious smells coming from the kitchen to be able to tell what they were having.

"A roast beef dinner," John answered him.

"This should be good," Greg grinned as he looked over to his friend.

Sherlock nodded in agreement as he sat back down, "It will be, John is a rather good cook," he praised his friend. The ex-army doctor was the one that mainly cooked in Baker Street, and as Sherlock had said, was good at it.

John flushed a little in embarrassment as he wandered back into the kitchen and began to put the meal together. He called the others in as he set the dishes on the table. Sherlock carved the meat and dished it out, as dishes began to pass around the table as each took what they wanted to eat.

"This is good, thanks, John," Greg compliments as Mycroft nodded in agreement.

"Glad you like it," he smiled as he gave a look to Sherlock as he began to eat as well, already the consulting detective was trying to get back into his habit of not eating.

"So," Greg then said, gaining the attention of everyone at the table as they carried on eating, "What is this all in aid of, and don't tell me 'just because', because you know I don't believe that, it's not something you would normally do."

John and Sherlock shared a look as Sherlock answered him, "you are right on that Greg, not the type," he nodded slowly, glancing over at John.

"We thought this would be a nice way of saying thank you for everything that you've both done over the last two weeks to make this whole thing as easy as possible. As well as making it fun for the two of us," John continued softly.

"From helping the two of us with our nightmares, keeping us safe from people. Finding out a way to help us, taking us out, instead of keeping us inside. And for the lab of course." Sherlock added just as softly, a smile on his face as he looked to his brother and his friend.

"You did a lot," John finished, "So this is a thank you for all that."

"Well, for one I'm glad of it. Because if it hadn't happened, then Sherlock and I would still be at each other's throats when we meet up," Mycroft said with a wry smile.

Sherlock chuckled, "I have no doubt that we would be, but I have to say that I am glad that we have made up some, and I hope we continue to like it."

"This is good thanks for putting up with that prank of yours," Mycroft told them both smiling.

John and Sherlock laughed, "Well, my dad was always doing the same, I got it from him. I normally played them on him as I grew older, he would give back as good as he got though," John smiled as he added, "be thankful I only played the one."

"I think I am, I've heard that you can be quite creative at times." Mycroft said with a look to John, "Sherlock just had the habit of climbing."

"He still does," John laughed as he looked to his friend, "when he is excited about something he'll basically perch on the back of the chair as he is explaining something."

Greg laughed, "I've seen him like that a few times."

Sherlock sighed as he said, "Just because I like to climb it does not mean it's funny, there is something practical in being able to do so."

"I know," John said as he added, "I'm doing the same thing, remember."

Sherlock nodded and smiled, "Yes."

They meal carried on in the same vein as everyone talked about the last two weeks, going over the things that they did and what it was like, especially for Sherlock and John. It slowly came to an end, as they finished off the apple pie and ice cream.

"That John," Greg said as he leaned back in his chair, "was delicious, you have some talent there, you could always leave Sherlock and open your own restaurant."

John shook his head, "don't know if it's that good."

"It is, but you won't have time to do that John," Sherlock said as he then chuckled a little, John joining in.

"Yeah, I wouldn't, plus I doubt there would be anything exciting in running a restaurant, time-consuming and hard work, I can see," John said with a shake of his head.

"Though I think we should do this again," Mycroft said, he had enjoyed the meal immensely as well as the company.

John nodded as he turned to Sherlock and looked to him, "Yes, I agree, it would be nice to keep the four of us as close friends." Sherlock said with a smile at his brother.

"Good, we'll take turns hosting I think, and cooking. And Sherlock, I know you can cook, you did when I was ill that time," John said as he glanced at him and giving a pointed look, whe he saw the protesting remark already on Sherlock's lips.

"Fine." Sherlock rolled his eyes, not liking it. But he supposed doing it once every now and then wouldn't hurt.

"Once a week?" Greg suggested as he looked to the others.

"Sounds like a good idea, though if anyone is ever feeling the stress of things, arrange it for earlier so we can help you let off steam," John told them, it was mainly aimed at Greg and Mycroft, he knew their jobs could be very stressful at times.

"That I will agree to as well, shall I host the next one?" Mycroft volunteered as he looked to them all.

The others nodded in agreement. They went to the living room and talked for a while longer until they heard the door go downstairs as Mrs Hudson returned from her bingo.

"Right, I think we should be heading home, I'll give you a lift Greg," Mycroft said as he stood up, Greg doing the same.

John and Sherlock were soon on their feet as they hugged the other two and Sherlock showed them to the door as John began to clean up. Greg went out to wait by Mycroft's car since he had walked to Baker Street, while Mycroft had a driver once again.

Sherlock stood on the doorstep as he said, "Mycroft."

"Yes Sherlock," Mycroft wondered what the young man could want.

"You might not be the worst brother in the world," he said, remembering the day six years ago when Mycroft had sent him to rehab and he had yelled that at his brother.

Mycroft smiled, "It's nice of you to say."

"Good night brother, and take care of yourself." Sherlock then said, a small smile on his face.

"Good night little brother," Mycroft nodded as he got into the back of the sleek black car that was idling at the kerb.

Sherlock watched it go as he then walked back into 221B Baker Street and went into the kitchen with John to help him clear up.

"Wonder what's next for us?" John said as he washed the dishes.

"I have no clue, but let's enjoy it," Sherlock smirked.

John chuckled and nodded as they cleaned up the flat and went to the living room, Sherlock once again going through the landscape that was his Mind palace and John with his cup of tea and a good book open on his lap. The only evidence in the flat that the two of them had ever been children was now sitting on the mantle, in a picture frame next to the skull. Two smartly dressed little boys, posing for a portrait picture that no one would ever learn the truth of.

THE END

Well, this is the end, there is a sequel to this, though I don't know when I will get around to finishing it and posting it. I do hope that you have enjoyed this story!