"No, Mycroft. I don't care what Mother said, I won't do it." Sherlock snapped, crossing his arms and pouting at the older man.

"You will listen to exactly what I say, and you will do exactly what I say." Mycroft pointed his black umbrella at Sherlock's chest, and then at the car.

"I don't need to learn how to drive, nor do I particularly want to." Sherlock pushed the umbrella away and turned his back. Mycroft rolled his eyes.

"If you refuse to learn, I will take away your microscope and your phone. Make the decision, Sherlock. You know which is the right one."

Sherlock pouted and glared at his brother.

"Are you sulking, Sherlock?"

"Yes."

"I thought you'd grown out of that." Mycroft sighed.

"Clearly you were wrong."

"Get in the car."

2 hours later

Sherlock Holmes sat at the wheel of the car, his fingers drumming on the steering wheel. Mycroft was sat beside him, droning on about some sort of pedal.

"Have you got that?" Mycroft asked, doubtful that Sherlock had listened.

"Yeah, I got it all." He muttered, still not really listening.

"Good. Then tell me, which is the accelerator pedal?" Mycroft asked. Sherlock motioned to the pedal on the right with his foot. To be honest, Sherlock only knew this because he had once looked up the theory of driving, but he had never actually sat in a driving seat before. Mycroft got out of the car and stood in front, a few meters away from the bonnet.

"Alright Sherlock. Gently- gently move the car towards me." Mycroft instructed. Sherlock placed his hands on the steering wheel and pushed down the pedal. The car rolled forwards and hit Mycroft, knocking him over.

"Sherlock! Don't ever do that agai- Do. Not. Move." Mycroft's angry voice became worried.

"What is it?"

"The car is on top of my umbrella." Mycroft thought about how to get it out.

"Is that so? Well then." Sherlock smirked, and drove the car backwards and forwards over the umbrella, smashing it to pieces. Mycroft hit his forehead with his hand, and walked around the side of the car and sat beside Sherlock.

"Oops." Sherlock muttered, glancing at Mycroft in the mirror. He didn't look happy.

"That was unnecessary." Mycroft snapped.

"No it wasn't."

"Yes it was."

"It was not, Sherlock."

"Mycroft! It was completely necessary." Sherlock was enjoying winding his brother up. Mycroft snapped and slammed his hand down on the dashboard. The air bag then blew up in his face. Sherlock couldn't contain it any longer and he burst out laughing, and got out of the car.

"Thanks for the lessons, Mycroft! They were very... instructive." He said, before turning on his heel and leaving Mycroft in the car.

"Instructive indeed." Mycroft growled.