This is a new idea I had.

Come up with all these weird and uncommon pairings and just write fluffy one-shots about them.

Just so you guys are aware... I do NOT ship this. It absolutely disgusts me...

However, it was a suggestion I recieved for the start of this collection. Thank you KHAN. c: You're awesome.

Thirteen-year-old Sherlock Holmes sat impatiently waiting for his older brother's return. Mycroft had been off at his first year of university and Sherlock had trouble adjusting to not having him around.

Three months was too long to be away from him, and Sherlock had all but begged him to come for the long weekend break instead of going out with his friends as planned. Even when they were younger, Sherlock got easily jealous of Mycroft's friends. Even though they weren't anything more than friends, it was easy to become envious of someone that spent so much time with him.

Sherlock eyed the clock. It was half past six and Mycroft would be there any minute.

Nineteen-year-old Mycroft Holmes rode in silence in the backseat of the car he'd rented for the evening. He was glad to be going home. Whether he wanted to admit it or not, he had missed his adorable, younger brother terribly.

He'd been almost ecstatic when Sherlock had begged him over the phone to come home, if only for a few days. He had pretended to not be too interested, but in reality he couldn't imagine spending another day without the younger boy. Mycroft gave in maybe a little too easily, but had planned a special night out for their reunion.

Glancing at his reflection in the window, Mycroft sighed. The greying hair and frown lines were extremely more noticeable than the last time he'd seen Sherlock. The stress of school was almost too much. He felt old, but hopefully Sherlock would still be able to see beyond all that.

The car pulled into the drive, and Sherlock was out of his room, down the stairs, and out the front door before anybody could even bother to say, "Mycroft is home!"

Sherlock ran into his brother's arms and smiled up at him, not long and he'd pass him up in height. Mycroft planted a quick kiss on his lips before grabbing Sherlock's hand and dragging him inside. Expecting a warm welcome from the remainder of the family, Mycroft boldly marched into the sitting room. "Mum, Dad." He said in a greeting.

Neither parent glanced up or made to welcome him. Mycroft sighed; they had all but disowned him as soon as they had found him in bed with his own little brother. He knew it would be hard on any family, but he had wrongly assumed that they would still care for him. But he was the eldest, and was put with the responsibility of the relationship.

Mycroft turned back to Sherlock, "The car is waiting."

"Where are we going?"

"Out to dinner, then maybe we could get a room?" He answered as they walked back out of the house.

Sherlock grinned and they slid into the backseat of the car together. As soon as the door was shut, their hands were all over each other. Mycroft pulled out of a desperate kiss long enough to gasp a barely audible, "I missed you."

Sherlock replied with an even more enthusiastic kiss of mostly tongue and teeth. Mycroft groaned and pulled his younger brother closer to him. As the car pulled out of the drive, the backseat was heating up exponentially.

Maybe we should just skip dinner and go straight to get a hotel room, Mycroft thought. It had been too long, and he was desperate for the feeling of Sherlock's bare skin on his. He knew it was unbelievably wrong. They were brothers… They were related by blood, they shared the same parents, and it was so... so... so wrong. And it was best not to mention the age difference. Six years might not be that much, but at their age it was just wrong, not to mention illegal. Once again it was so… so… so wrong. Yet it just felt so right. Sherlock was the only person that could make him feel this way, and he couldn't even feel guilty about anything he was doing.

He told the driver to take them straight to the hotel. It had been a long time since he had skipped a meal for anyone. His stomach proved that point. But surely he could order some cake from the hotel's room service.

Don't expect any more of this pairing from me. This is about the extent of it that I can handle...

If there is a certain awkward or uncommon pairing you would like to see here, leave me a review.

All you need to do is tell me the pairing, and if you want, leave me an idea or prompt for the one-shot. (I may or may not use it.)

Let me know whether you sink or ship this in a review. I'm kind of curious, might even post the results. c:

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