Crack!Croft ahoy! This is what happens when it's 4:45 in the morning and I've been up all night writing stupid, boring papers. This is also what happens when it's 4:30 in the afternoon and I still haven't slept more than some headbobs in class.

I blame BeyondxHatred for all of this. She's written a lovely zombie apocalypse story. All we know is that Mycroft hasn't been seen, and since she's taking requests, I said I'd like to see what happened to Mycroft, Harry, and Mrs. Hudson. We talked, and then this happened…


Mycroft hummed happily to himself. Umbrella swinging, he entered the Compound where Sherlock and John had been hiding. He deftly wove himself through the throngs of cheering Englishmen and women until he found Sherlock skulking about the edges. Naturally, John was at his side.

"Really Sherlock, must you hide away so? From what I hear you're the man of the hour," Mycroft sniffed once he reached his brother. He shakes John's proffered hand.

Sherlock scoffs. "Please. They all liked John more than they liked me and John saved their lives."

John blushes and tries to stammer out a denial, except that Mycroft is already smoothly answering. "I know Sherlock. I was watching the entire time. I just wanted to congratulate you on managing to make friends with the one man who could save us all. Mummy is so pleased."

Now John and Sherlock are doing their best impressions of fish out of water. "You really had no idea mummy and I were alive?" Mycroft sighs heavily. "Sherlock, I really expected better from you. And you John." Using him umbrella, he traces an outline of England. "You were down here playing with Anderson and the deceased Sherlock." He jabs the umbrella's point into the spot where The Compound was hidden. "While I was up here with my Zombie Apocalypse strategy team." He delicately places the point where his base was hidden. "Why do you think society kept from collapsing entirely?"

John and Sherlock exchange a Look, and John gently begins, "Mycroft, society pretty much did collapse."

"Nonsense!" Mycroft puffs out his chest. "No matter what happens- I will always be the man in the shadows, the man pulling the strings, the man controlling society. Why do you think everything functioned so effectively in The Compound?" Mycroft sweeps his umbrella up. "And now, I believe I will congratulate DI Lestrade on surviving," and Mycroft makes air quotes for these next words, "'the end of the world'. Good day Sherlock, John." With a grade gesture, Mycroft disappears into the crowd, leaving a gobsmacked John and fuming Sherlock behind him.


And this is why I don't write on little sleep. May be fixed up once I've caught up on all my betaing jobs and homework, may not be.