~ I think we'll be alternating chapters so I'll probably end up writing the even numbers and her the odd. We're thinking one or two chapters a week, depending on our schedules. Anyways, this chapter takes place a little before the end of the previous chapter. Enjoy.

Disclaimer stuff: Yeah, no, we still don't own anything written here, including Benedict Cumberbatch's beautiful cheekbones. ~

Lol Jen...seriously? K, Apocalypse here we also don't own Draco... I wish we did though...oh but then we want Hermione too so we (more like I) can make my OTP happen for reals.

~aNYWAYS TO THE STORY~

ah yes the story...

Sherlock held up the identification card and the doors immediately opened at the mention of Mycroft's name. As soon as the truck passed the gates, the iron bars clanged shut again. Sherlock eyed the buildings, paying attention to great number of troops with their guns and hounds. Mycroft would no doubt be in the center. With the commander, of course. Mycroft always -

His thought was cut short by John's hesitant voice. "We're at Baskerville?" It wasn't as much of a question as a amazed statement.

"Stupid question." Sherlock muttered, sighing through his nose. "There's a sign at the front, John. Yes, we're in Baskerville."

"And, I, uh, assume you weren't using your own card back there?"

"Mycroft's."

"Right. We drove into a - what was it? - top secret military base. With fake identities."

"Problem?"

"No. Not at all. Why would there be?"

Sherlock cleared his throat. "Nothing to be worried about. Just a checkup on my dear brother. Been avoiding me recently. I was forced to hack into his email yesterday and it appears there has been a rather confidential program going on. Here, in Baskerville."

"Mycroft's here right now, then?"

"Yes."

"...but he doesn't know you're coming."

"It would ruin the surprise otherwise. We rarely do get to see each other. It would be a shame to have him prepare his sour face before." Sherlock flashed his sarcastic smile before stepping on the brakes and unlocking the doors. "Right. Mycroft should be right inside. It shouldn't be too difficult unless - ah, hello!"

John muttered something about phones and staying back at the inn, maybe poking around town as a young man in a military uniform was jogging up to them. "I've been informed to take you to the commander."

"Really? Why?"

The young man's face seemed doubtful. Then he regained his composure. "Security measures. A simple routine checkup on your, ah, identification. You are of the topmost priority and we need to do this."

"I do not believe I've ever had to do this before," Sherlock said sharply.

It had been a safe guess, judging by how the soldier had faltered when mentioning Mycroft's stolen ID. 'Routine checkup' had also been a giveaway. The man had been too nervous, overstretched, and made it obvious that something was wrong. Some people were so stupid sometimes. Never took time to think.

Sherlock smirked as he noticed the man's face pale slightly as he opened and closed his mouth. An easy deduction, but a victory nonetheless. "We've just recently set this in place, uh, Mr. Holmes," the man managed to say. "Pardon me. It is now part of the routine checkup."

Sherlock was about to refute the soldier's words again when his brother appeared around the corner. Sherlock gave him a mocking smile as Mycroft strode right up to his face. "Mycroft! How nice it is to finally see you. After so much time too..."

Mycroft's face, as expected, was pinched and his expression one of constant annoyance. He nodded at the guard. "You may go." Then, turning to Sherlock, he said, "Been doing some reading, have we?"

"Yes. Very dull, I'm afraid, though your occasional attempts at - "

"Those were confidential emails, Sherlock!" Mycroft barked.

Sherlock paused. His and Mycroft's relationship had never been one of hugs and smiles, but Mycroft had never gotten so agitated by Sherlock reading his things, as it happened so often. But Mycroft's face was nearing purple now, and he looked...

Frightened. He's scared of what I might have read. Or deduced. Oh, this could be very interesting... "Well, Mycroft. You'll have to show me around your new workspace." He gestured to the barred gates. "Bit more constrictive than I'd like but, it could do."

"You will leave immediately." Mycroft drew out the last word, as if it would lower his blood pressure and mysteriously calm him.

"What's this?" a curious voice said. An older man rounded the corner, curiously poking with a staff that he didn't seem to need.

"Everything is alright, Mr. Malfoy."

Sherlock stared right back at the old man, who had moved forward to stand by Mycroft. Only now did he realize that he wasn't actually old. In fact, he was extremely young. Twenties. Mid-twenties. His curiously white-blond hair that was slightly gelled back had at first given the impression of old age, but up close, there was no wrinkle to be seen on his face. He wore a black suit and black dress pants, with matching shoes that were strangely clean despite the dust of Baskerville. A green and black striped tie was tucked neatly into his suit. It was the only color on his entire person. Sherlock watched Mr. Malfoy's pale grey eyes direct to Mycroft for an explanation.

"This is my brother, Sherlock," Mycroft said grudgingly. Draco looked at Sherlock with interest as they all shook hands and introductions went around.

Draco turned to Mycroft again, a smug smile still on his face. "Your brother. A detective He is helping, then...?"

Mycroft gave a jerk of his head for negative. Draco let out a little 'ah'.

Helping? Sherlock thought. Business partners then. Large firm. Must be some form of genetic or animal testing. Before he could form another thought, the Draco's hand was in his pocket. Sherlock backed away quickly, pushing himself and John towards the truck. Gun? No, thinner. Longer.

Draco's hand was outstretched towards Sherlock and John now. Sherlock squinted at the object, but there was too much light. He couldn't even make out a rough shape anymore. And then it was getting darker. No, his eyes were just closing.

Sherlock blinked furiously, trying to focus on the people in front of him. He had to stay awake. But his eyelids closed anyways.

He tried again to open them, and it was as effortless as ever.

John was sitting next to him. And they were back at the inn.

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