It's suicidal for two of the Holmes boys to get together for a family dinner, if you want all three you are asking for another World War to break out. But given that Q wasn't surprised when Mycroft told him that mommy wanted them all home for her birthday, she was after all turning eighty. "Mycroft I hope you remember that I am legally not a Holmes anymore," Q said to his oldest brother who had taken the liberty of dropping by Q's flat and was at that moment sitting on his sofa.

"I'm the one that signed the papers, of course I remember," Mycroft said with a sigh. "I'm sure you know that that doesn't make any difference with Mother."

"Yes I know," Q said from his spiny and rolly desk chair in the far corner of the room.

"Oh and Mother would love to meet James," Mycroft smirked.

"Oh I bet she would," Q said as he put one arm on the desk and ran a hand through his think curly hair.

"So is that a yes?" Mycroft inquired.

"I'll see what I can do," Q muttered.

"Well it was good seeing you," Mycroft said as he stood up.

"The pleasure was all yours," Q rolled his eyes.

"Bye Q," Mycroft said with a wave of his hand.

As soon as Mycroft left the flat Q went over to his laptop to check up on James. Sure enough the 00 was still in Cuba on his latest case, it had something to do with the Americans again. Q was bored so he hacked into one of the cameras at the casino James was in, he then patched himself into James's earpiece. "Hello sweetie how are you doing?" Q asked James as he watched a smirk creep across the older man's face.

James then tapped out 'good' in Morse code on the table.

"Good, good… so James there is a camera behind the man you're playing. I could tap into it and read you the cards."

"Don't you dare," James tapped in reply.

"Fine, be that way," Q quipped back in mock annoyance.

"Just wait," was James's reply.

Q sat there and watched him play a couple more rounds of whatever card game he was playing. Q finally became slightly bored and went to make himself a cup of tea.

"So Q, what did you want to talk about?" James asked once he was in his hotel room and out of prying eyes and ears.

"I figured that we could act professional and you could tell me how your assignment is going on or I could just sit here and tell you about how my eldest brother broke into my flat today."

"Is this the same brother that changed all the passwords at MI-6 to something that had to do with umbrellas?" James asked laughing.

"Yeah, no thanks to you."

"You can't prove that I was involved. What about this brother of yours?"

"Well he was insulting my tea collection when I got home and the he informed me that Mother wanted all of us to visit her for her birthday."

"So, would it be bad to try and make sure that I'm on a mission at that time?"

"Uh yeah, don't do that to me," Q said as he checked the cameras around James's room. "There are two men heading towards your room from the far staircase and they don't seem too friendly."

"Thanks Q," James said as he grabbed his gun.

"No problem."

"Talk to you later."

"See you later James," Q said. He then sat and watched James to make sure that he got out okay before Q turned his computer off.

Sherlock hadn't had a case in weeks when he got the call form Q, but it wasn't like he was going to answer the phone. "Sherlock are you going to get that?" John asked after the phone went off for the third time.

"No," Sherlock said as he flopped onto the sofa.

"Why not?" John asked as he sat down his laptop.

"Because I don't want to talk to him right now."

"But he's your younger brother," John pleaded. He honestly just wanted the phone to stop going off.

"Who legally is dead," Sherlock quipped back. "I have no legal ties to Q," he practically sneered at the name that his younger brother was going by now.

"What is up with you Holmes's and faking your deaths?"

"He had to do it because of his job," Sherlock started to explain but John's phone cut him off.

"Oh for god's sake, he's calling me now!" John shouted at his phone.

"What do you want Q?" Sherlock asked as he picked up the phone.

"Nice to talk to you too, Sherlock," Q said as he laced his fingers through James's. "Mycroft dropped by a couple weeks ago."

"I'm not going to Mother's for dinner with you two," Sherlock nearly spat it out.

"Well Sherlock, I don't think you have much of a choice."

"What do you mean?"

"Well you know how you haven't had any cases for the past two weeks?"

"What did you do?"

"Between Mycroft, Lestrade, and I we can make the rest of your life very boring," Q smirked. He enjoyed having power over his older brother.

"I hate you," Sherlock said with a scowl on his face. "But I'll be there."

"Good because John has just gotten email two train tickets."

"I and not brining John," Sherlock protested.

"That's what you think. Mommy wants to meet all of us."

"Fine," Sherlock said after a long pause. "When is it?"

"The train tickets are for tomorrow at noon. We will be staying at Holmes Manor for a week, in which no one will destroy anything. See you then, Sherlock," Q then hung up the phone and turned to James to say, "No one is going to survive this."

Sherlock tossed John's phone back at him, "Pack your bags John. You get to see the week long destruction of Holmes Manor."

"A week?" John asked in disbelief. "We're staying with your brothers for a week?"

"Yes, a week. What part of that is hard to understand?"

"We're going to die."

"Don't exaggerate John; I would kill them before anything happened to you," Sherlock smirked as he walked over and wrapped the man in his arms and kissed his beloved blogger.

A/N: Hey look I've done a bondlock again! Wowho! I love you all, DFTBA :)