A/N: I wrote this one a while back and it is post "The Hound of Baskerville", but doesn't really contain spoilers. It might be a little OOC, but I tried not to stray too far.
Mycroft Holmes observed the government lackeys scatter like rats. He was well aware of the latest crisis that was shaking England's ever-changing infrastructure. "So the king observes his pawns," Sherlock said. "Hello, Sherlock." It was all Mycroft offered. "Dear brother, I find myself with a dilemma." "One that your big brain cannot surmount?" Sherlock gave an inelegant snort. "You know I've reached multiple conclusions and chosen the one that suits me best." "Then why are you here?" "The Diogenes Club is too noisy," Sherlock retorted. Mycroft almost smiled. "Spit it out, Sherlock." "I need credentials. After Baskerville, I doubted you'd tolerate my waltzing in."
"The Great Sherlock Holmes… considerate?" Mycroft gasped theatrically. It made Sherlock roll his eyes. "You are the key here whether I like it or not. Try not to enjoy it too much." "As always, dear brother, you may have whatever you wish. Do not mistake that for an invitation to help yourself." "No, Mycroft. You taught that lesson well," Sherlock hissed. Mycroft looked at his brother. "You are more dangerous than you know, brother. Keep that in mind. This will get you anywhere you need to go, and I do mean anywhere." Mycroft took off his ring and slid it onto Sherlock's finger. "A ring?" "I'll be sure to note it is lawfully in your possession."
Sherlock's analytical mind went a mile a minute as he examined the ring. A thousand things occurred to him. "Mycroft…" "Yes, Sherlock?" "Never mind, I know the answer. Thank you." Sherlock turned to walk away. Mycroft watched him for a moment. "Sherlock?" "Yes?" "It could cost me my life if you misuse that ring. I'm trusting you." "Always the fool, Mycroft." He flashed a wicked smile, but before he could turn away again, Mycroft was suddenly there. It was the quickest Sherlock had ever seen him move. Mycroft grabbed his brother by the wrist and leaned close. "If whatever you're doing works, we're even." Sherlock's smile warmed. "You'll always be one up. Love you, My." He was gone. Mycroft adjusted his suit. "Love you too," he murmured.
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