A.N. Sorry for the slow updates. It was hard to find inspiration to write light hearted texts when Sherlock had just jumped off a building. But don't worry, the muse never dies! It's somewhat like Sherlock in that respect.
(I neglected this in the first chapter…) Disclaimer: I don't own Sherlock. If I did, Season 3 would come out much sooner than the fall of 2013.
Bored.
-SH
Sherlock, you are a very clever man. Why don't you employ your talents elsewhere instead of bothering me?
-MH
How would you suggest that I employ them, Mycroft? If you're insinuating that I get a 'real job,' by which you mean 'your job,' I'd rather eat glass.
-SH
You're always welcome at the office, Sherlock.
-MH
Meaning you'd love for me to do your legwork. How's the diet, by the way?
-SH
It's going quite well. Now if you're done bothering me I have a lunch date to attend.
-MH
What, another foreign ambassador? How dull.
-SH
Yes. Very dull. I never have a lunch date simply to have a lunch date. And it's not with a foreign ambassador, it's with a close associate of mine.
-MH
My god, how do you stay sane? I don't have any cases, Moriarty's gone underground… I may just have to get John's gun out again.
-SH
I would highly discourage that, if only to preserve Mrs. Hudson's sanity.
-MH
Sanity is boring.
-SH
I assume living in a warm flat in the winter is boring too?
-MH
Mrs. Hudson is actually quite fond of me. She wouldn't turn me out over a few holes in the wall. –SH
Don't count on it.
-MH
I would. Fondness is funny that way.
-SH
Speaking of fondness, how is John?
-MH
He's out.
-SH
On a date perhaps?
-MH
Possibly. Does it matter?
-SH
Interesting.
-MH
Piss off, Mycroft.
-SH
A.N. Mycroft is written by yours truly and Sherlock is played by the always lovely Blinking Angel. Thanks again to my beta PantyDragon and to you, my reader! I should have another chapter in about a week as it's already written and just needs a beta, so keep a look out.
~charliebrown1234