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Sherlock knew from the first turn that they were not heading towards the location of the bot fight. He wanted to yell at Mycroft and tell him to turn around, but his curiosity got the best of him. He was sorely disappointed when Mycroft pulled up in front of the Londokyo Institution of Technology. What could the fat git possibly want to do here at this time of night.

"Really, Mycroft? What are we doing at your nerd school?"

Mycroft swung off the motorcycle and twirled his ever present umbrella, "I just need to pick something up." He jogged up the front steps and after a moment's hesitation, Sherlock followed. Sureeeeeeee. You're probably going to make me talk to your stupid nerd friends. I really don't have time for this right now.

He met his brother, who was now panting from the 'exertion' of climbing the steps, and followed him into the large building. There were poster boards everywhere, covered in flyers and announcements. The halls were comfortably warm, and the walls were painted a very friendly shade of green. Huh. I expected it to be very… well, white. And less friendly.

"Are you going to take a long time?" He questioned suspiciously as Mycroft led him through winding hallways. The bot fight starts in twenty minutes…

"No, Sherl. I'll only be a minute. He stopped in front of a large set of wooden, double doors. They were, frankly, rather intimidating. He pulled one of the doors open, and Sherlock followed, gingerly placing his feet. Upon entering, he could only stop and stare. This room was white, but it was so crowded that Sherlock wasn't paying any attention to the color. There were cabinets pushed against the walls, no doubt full of tools. Bins of scrap metal and wood littered the room, and posters on every design one could imagine covered the walls. Tables were littered with half-finished projects and elaborately drawn blueprints. It was… well… amazing.

Sherlock was jerked out of his reverie when someone shouted "Watch it, kid!" And sped past him, nearly knocking him over. The figure pulled her yellow bike to a stop and jumped off, hanging it nimbly from the ceiling. Sherlock, unable to resist, shuffled over. He spun the back wheel and it rotated at a rapid speed. It's not connected to the rear dropouts…

"Wow! I've heard of electromagnetic suspension, but never on a bike!"

"Yup." The driver replied, shaking out her short blonde hair. The violet streaks momentarily caught Sherlock's attention, reminding him of the girl at the bot fight. The bot fight… The girl cut him off. "It allows the bike to go much faster with less pedaling."

"I noticed."

"But," she said, grabbing the back wheel and jerking it from it's place "Not fast enough." She tossed it into an overflowing bucket of wheels, which all looked alike. Geez, wonder how long she's been working on this.

Mycroft finally spoke up, gesturing toward the short engineer. "This is Mary, but you can call her GoGo. GoGo, this is my brother Sherlock." Mary only nodded in response and went over to her worktable.

Sherlock was distracted when he saw a girl with curly hair and dark skin poking at two bars. He sauntered over, asking in the most casual tone he could muster "What's this thing do?"

"What does this do?" Questioned the girl, a smile spreading over her face, "Well, have a look." She pressed a button and the two metal bars zoomed outward. A blue forcefield appeared between the bars while Curly-Hair picked up an apple, tossing it casually into the air. Sherlock observed with fascination as she threw it towards the contraption. It passed through the shimmering force, and appeared in thin slices on the other side.

"Impressive." Sherlock said, trying to appear like he'd seen this level of technology before "Did you make it?"

"Yesiree." Said the girl, placing her tools back on a ridiculously organized table. "I'm Sally Donovan."

Mycroft took this chance to intervene "Better known as Wasabi." He flashed a mischievous grin at 'Wasabi', who gave him a glare in return. Rather abruptly, the glaring contest was cut of when Sherlock was grabbed by the shoulders and turned around, coming face-to-face with a large pair of bright green eyes rimmed by magenta glasses.

"You must be Sherlock!" The young woman exclaimed, her voice high-pitched and exited. She wore a pink, 60's style headband in her very long, honey brown hair, along with a matching pink lab coat. "I'm Honey Lemon!" She towered over Sherlock, making him feel even shorter than he usually did.

"Erm… nice to meet you… Honey Lemon?" He couldn't help but be confused by all the odd nicknames.

"Her real name is Molly. Philip picks the nicknames." Mycroft stated as is it was obvious.

"Philip? Who's-"

As if on cue a costumed figure poked into view, bumping roughly into Sherlock. "I'm Philip!" Seeing the appalled look on the boy's face, Philip took off his mask. "Call me Phil! By day, I'm the school's mascot. By night…" He trailed off, frowning "I'm also the school's mascot."

"What's your major?" Sherlock questioned.

"Oh, I'm not actually a student, although I enjoy science just as much as these nerds do!" He walked over to a cozy-looking corner, settling in a large loveseat. "I've tried to get Honey to assist me in concocting a formula that will turn me into a fire-breathing lizard, but she said no."

Honey Lemon looked bashful "Well, I mean, it's not exactly safe…"

"And I asked Wasabi to build a shrink ray, but that idea was also rebuffed."

"It's useless." Wasabi stated bluntly.

"So, I've come up with a new idea." Sherlock shot a pointed look at Mycroft, one that clearly asked Does he ever stop talking? Mycroft merely shrugged. "I think we should create an invisible sandwich! I mean, just imagine eating a sandwich while everyone's staring at you like you're crazy!"

Seeing as Philip was obviously occupied, Mycroft took the opportunity to lead Sherlock away from the group. He led him into a smaller room, though it looked virtually the same as the subsequent one. "This is my workspace." Mycroft said, turning around and giving his umbrella a showy little twirl.

"It's… cluttered." It though Mycroft was a neat freak. Obviously I misjudged him. Although it's significantly more organized than GoGo and Honey's workspaces… and Phil's too.

"Really? That's all you can say?" Mycroft feigned sadness, wiping away an invisible tear, before grabbing something from his desk. Why does he need a roll of duct tape? Sherlock wondered as his brother bit off a piece. Suddenly, Mycroft stuck the duct tape on Sherlock's arm, patting it down before ripping it off.

"Ow!" Sherlock shouted as the hair was ripped from his forearm "What the heck, My-" He stopped when he spotted movement. The red chest - one of the first things he had noticed when he'd entered the room - was opening. It opened fully, and a large figure quickly rose out of it. It rose and rose until a tall figure stood there. It looked akin to a giant marshmallow, or perhaps the Pillsbury Dough man… and then it moved. It clumsily maneuvered itself from the chest, before walking over. As it moved towards Sherlock, a shuffling sound echoed off the walls. "Did I hear someone say 'ow'?"

Mycroft watched from the sidelines, allowing himself a small smile as he watched his little brother stare. Oh Sherlock… You're so young and innocent. You still have so much to learn.

Sherlock blinked once, tilting his head "Um, yeah, but… I'm fine."

The robot spoke again "Hello! I am Watson, your personal healthcare companion." A chart appeared on his round, inflatable stomach. "On a scale of one-to-ten, how would you rate your pain?" The robot's voice was soft, calm and patient.

"I- I'm fine, really."

"But you said 'ow'. 'Ow' is a sign of distress."

"Really I'm fine!" Sherlock moved away, only to have Watson follow.

"Let me scan you."

"What?"

"Let me scan you."

"No, I told you, I-"

"Scan complete."

Sherlock emitted an exasperated sigh.

"You have a minor abrasion on your forearm."

"Yes, I know, Watson." He said the name with a small amount of contempt, hoping the robot would back off.

"I suggest an antibacterial spray."

"What's in the spray?"

"The main ingredient is-" There was a pause as another chart appeared on the robot's soft plush, "Bacitracin"

"Aww, what a pity" Sherlock crooned. "I'm allergic to it."

"You are not allergic to bacitracin. You do, however, have a minor allergy to peanuts."

"Not bad…"

"Sherlock," Mycroft interceded, "In order to shut him down you need to say 'I am satisfied with my care'."

"Okay… then I'm satisfied with my care." The robot powered down, and as soon as it did Sherlock moved to inspect it. "It's… it's inflatable. That's… well, that's ingenious!" He continued to look it over, poking and prodding, oohing and aahing, laughing and gasping. He couldn't help but be amazed and interested. Mycroft is increasingly smarter than he appears, I must give him that. "Vinyl exterior, hyperspectral cameras, fiber carbon skeleton!"

The door opened with a creak, and a gray-haired, professionally dressed man entered. "Oh, hello Mycroft." He said warmly, "Doing a bit of late-night work are we?"

"Yes sir," Mycroft replied. Mycroft treats this man with respect. He must be the professor. "I was just closing up shop." He led Sherlock and the professor out of the room, switching off the lights. As they exited the shop, Mycroft gestured to his brother. "Professor, this is my little brother Sherlock."

"Ah, yes. I've heard all about you young man. Graduated high school at thirteen, didn't you?" Sherlock nodded. "Yes, yes. Very impressive. You could apply here, you know.

"Well sir," Mycroft interceded, "That's not bound to happen. It seems my brother wants to participate in bot fights for a living."

"Well-" Sherlock tried to put in his own opinion, but he was cut off.

"Really? What sort of bot do you use."

Now it was Sherlock's time to shine. "It's made of electro magnetic microbots, and there's very few like it."

"Sherlock!" Mycroft chided, "Don't show off! This is Gregory Lestrade." Sherlock stared at the older man.

"You… You created these bots!"

Lestrade grinned, "I certainly did." He started down the hallway, "And you certainly seem to know a lot about them." As they came to the front door of the Londokyo Institution of Technology, Professor Lestrade stopped. "Remember, Sherlock. You're always welcome here."

"Thank you sir." Sherlock was silent as he and Mycroft walked down the steps, but when they reached the motorcycle, he exploded. In a burst of energy, he hopped around on the sidewalk, shouting in earnest excitement: "Croft, I have to go here!"