Deep in a dark cave, far from Atlantica, a man with an evil grin and 8 black tentacle legs giggled as he gazed upon a shining sphere over a coral pot. It was black magic that created this sphere that could be used to spy on anyone, and used to do anything. And everyone in the sea knew that this sort of magic was forbidden; banned by the merpeople. It was the use of this magic that got this half octopus man banished, though it would have been safer for all if he had been killed instead. As the tentacle man looked in to his magic at work he saw a merman swimming toward Atlantic: Sherlock Holmes.

Jim Moriarty had been waiting a long time to get revenge on the former king for being banished in the cold merciless sea. Since the king was dead and Mycroft was the new leader he supposed he would just take his revenge on the former king's sons. It was all too delightful for Jim to exact revenge. The Holmes brothers were much more intelligent than their father; and while revenge on the father was purely revenge, revenge on the sons was mostly for fun. Moriarty looked closely in to the shining sphere and smiled. Sherlock was the key to his plan. He was an easier target then his older brother. Sherlock desired something that only Jim could give him.

"Sally, Anderson," The octopus man called sweetly to his moray eels. "I want you two to keep a close eye on Sherlock Holmes, my plan about to go in to motion." Moriarty cackled with laughter as the two eels slithered away.

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Once Sherlock got back to Atlantica Mycroft spared no time having his little brother escorted to him immediately. Mycroft sat on his large shell throne giving away no emotion and only showing interest in the pointy end of his trident. Greg Lestrade floated by him looking slightly frustrated. The guards pulled Sherlock in to the large throne room and left as fast as they entered leaving the two Holmes brothers and Lestrade alone. The room was silent for a moment. Mycroft looked at Sherlock and Sherlock looked at Mycroft. They then started to stare each other in the eye as if it were some sort of competition. Greg hated seeing the royal family act like this; it was childish and ridiculous. These two brothers are so smart but they act like children. Lestrade finally couldn't take any more; after a few minutes had gone by he cleared his throat loudly. The Holmes brothers dropped their stare and look in the composer's direction as if they forgot he was in the room.

"Sherlock," Mycroft spoke as if speaking to a child, "I know it is hard for you to listen to anything anyone says, but tonight was an important night. I ask you to do one thing: be at the concert and meet the public. Dear brother, why were you not there?"

Sherlock shrugged, "I had better things to do?" Mycroft glared.

"Better things to do?" Greg interjected. "What could possibly be more important than meeting the merpeople you might one day rule?"

"Oh please," scoffed the younger Holmes, "I'll never rule the merpeople, even if Mycroft died I wouldn't." Lestrade looked shocked by this.

"Why not? They are your merpeople!" The composer informed forcefully. "They are the merpeople of Atlantica and you are their prince. They have a right to know their leaders and you have a responsibility by birth to meet their needs!"

"Well, Mycroft can do that just fine without me," Sherlock retorted. "He likes doing all that rubbish."

"That is not the point brother," Mycroft snapped. "It is your duty to follow through with the traditions of our kingdom."

"Your kingdom, I want no part of it," Sherlock affirmed, "There are much more interesting and better things to do than to lead a bunch of mindless drones."

"Mindless drones!" Greg started, Mycroft put up his hand to silence him. Things were getting heated now and the king did not need anyone hearing an argument going on in the throne room. Someone might hear and start a rumor, or worse spread the truth that the price did not care about the merpeople. Mycroft had no desire to let something like that get out,

"Sherlock," the king said calmly and firmly, "there will be another concert and you will be there. Don't make me order you."

The younger Holmes glared and in a low challenging voice said, "I'd like to see you try." He then left without another word.

Mycroft sighed heavily. The likelihood his brother would do anything he asked was slim to none. He'd have to physically force Sherlock to go to the concert and even then the younger Holmes would put up a fight and make a spectacle of himself. It seemed hopeless; the king slumped in his chair trying to think of a way to control his brother.

"It's no use," Greg sighed. "He'll never listen, and having the guards watch him all the time is no use either, he always finds a way to elude them. He's going to continue to leave the city, and who the hell knows what he's getting in to out there."

"Perhaps I need to keep a better eye one him," the king said slowly thinking it out.

"More like a closer eye," Lestrade supported. "You need to get someone trust worthy that can keep a close eye on Sherlock." Mycroft was two steps ahead of the composer at this point.

"That's a good point Greg, thanks for volunteering," the king smirked.

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Lestrade didn't like this at all. Keeping tabs on Sherlock was not in his job description and even worse, if a ton of trained guards can't keep track of one merman, how in the hell was a composer supposed to? He should be writing symphonies not following a head strong prince.

Greg just happened to spot Sherlock leaving the city out of what seemed like pure luck. Sherlock darted as fast as he could out of the city and around a maze of large coral reefs and rocks. Lestrade barely kept up in time to see Sherlock swim up to a large flat round rock that he rolled away to make way through a secret cave entrance. It was no wonder the prince disappeared so easily and could never be found, this place would be impossible to find. The merman drifted up to the cave entrance cautiously and slowly.

"Lestrade." A baritone voice said behind him. Greg whirled around in surprise. His eyes went wide and he clutched his chest as if he were about to have a heart attack. "Mycroft must be getting desperate if he sent you to spy on me."

"Spy on you?" Greg tried to seem relaxed. "I'm not spying; I'm just taking in the sights." Sherlock rolled his eyes.

"Lestrade, I knew you were spying on me before you did," He then went back in to the cave. The composer decided just to follow him since he was now found out and in no hurry to tell the king he's been caught so quickly.

They entered a tall room full of shelves that held strange objects. Greg had never seen these things before which gave him a huge clue as to what they were.

"Sherlock, it is forbidden to collect human things." Greg croaked. If Mycroft knew about this who knows how he would react. The king was always good at keeping calm, but then again he had never dealt with a criminal that was his younger brother. Doing something like this was punishable by banishment. Greg wondered if Mycroft would banish his own brother.

As if Sherlock was reading his mind the prince pointed out, "It is very likely Mycroft would banish me for this, we may be brothers but he cares more for his city than me." Greg doubted this a little because Mycroft cared a lot for Sherlock, but he supposed there was a chance of banishment.

"Sherlock," Greg wanted to plead that maybe Mycroft would understand because the older Holmes always knew his brother was curious. Sherlock's curiosity had always gotten him in to tight spots, like the time Sherlock was almost killed by swarm of jelly fish while trying to capture one for an experiment. At the same time Lestrade wanted to call the prince an idiot for doing something so illegal. He didn't get a chance to say anything because the source of light which was through a hole in the ceiling went dark for a moment as if something passed over it. Sherlock's interest was piqued and he swam out of the cave to find out what it was.

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