I'M ALIVE!

Yeah, well, anyway, here's some exciting news!

I present you with the magnificent sequel to "Working for the British Government", the long-awaited piece of art - MONDAY!

A pause for appreciation...

So, I hope it'll exceed your expectations! Aaand, there's more to come. This is only a... prologue, of sorts. A teaser, if you will. I've got something else nearly ready and I think you'll like it. So stay tuned!

Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock (it belongs to BBC) or the Sherlock Holmes series written by Arthur Conan Doyle. The Harry Potter book series belongs to J.K. Rowling.

Beta: Pussycatadamah

Monday

It was Monday. According to some people, Monday shouldn't exist. Others would claim it was a day of good fortune. To one Harry Potter, Monday was a pain in the ass. Literally.

He refused to open his eyes. He would not, under any circumstances, reveal his state of awareness to his companion. That was what he told himself repeatedly as heated hands raved over his body like flames, licking at his abdomen with ghostly fingertips. The man lying presumptuously behind him was most likely wearing his famous 'I know something you don't want me to know' smirk, judging by the tone of his breathing next to Harry's ear.

He struggled to keep his breath even as the fingers abandoned his upper body in favour of tracing down his thigh. He knew he had failed when he heard a chuckle from behind him.

"Mycroft," he groaned, in frustration or warning he couldn't tell.

The man got closer, making Harry very aware of his need. "Just this once," Mycroft stated. It wasn't a plea or a request. If Mycroft says 'Jump', he asks how high. If Mycroft says 'Bend', he asks how low. And if Mycroft says sex… well, you get the point.

So in the end, Mr. Holmes was late for work. Being his own boss, he let it slide with a warning. Harry thought it was hilarious. Not that he could laugh right now. No, Harry was left to make errands with a twice sore behind and a very observant driver.

"Sunday, eh?"

"Shut up,"

Thinking about it, it really wasn't fair of him to snap at the driver like that.

Routine was tiresome.