_~John~_

Johns head hurt, he awoke feeling like he had a hangover.

His brain felt like it was being squashed into the side of his skull with a sledge hammer.

Groaning he rolled out of bed, he stood up, supporting himself by leaning his hand on the wall, looking down he realised he was still wearing his shoes, and his jeans, and his coat?

What the hell is going on?

He slowly made his way to the door, every step making his throbbing head hurt even more, pulling it open and stepping down the stairs.

He entered the living room, Mycroft was there, standing opposite sherlock, but he didn't seem to notice john, his eyes were trained solely on his younger brother, who was sitting on the sofa, with his back to john, shaking.

_~Mycroft~_

"It will only get worse Sherlock, you should come with me"

"Ha! So you can send me back, I don't think so Mycroft, I like it here, I think I'll stick around for a bit longer"

"Sherlock, I don't like seeing you like this"

"Oh, of course you'd prefer to see me in carahar" Sherlock rolled his eyes at his brother

"Sherlock, please, we promise that won't happen again, just come to see us, it will only get worse until you come to the meeting!"

"Going to that meeting will be like giving in; I told you all a long time ago that I wanted nothing more to do with it"

"Oh, of course you went rouge…"

"If that's the way you want to put it then fine, I'd say 'saw the light' but that would be too much of an irony…"

Mycroft rolled his eyes, catching a glimpse of the figure standing in the hallway.

_~Sherlock~_

He wasn't going to that meeting, Mycroft would have to drag him there, or kill him, because he was sure he'd be able to stop Mycroft from dragging him anywhere, especially carahar, he'd been sent there once, the five had thought his going rouge was going to cause some sort of world war, he had only wanted a bit of space, room to breath without being watched and followed everywhere, but because he was brother of the second leader in charge and that meant he was close to some 'important files' AND the fact that he was seen as being a bit 'off balance' (slightly insane, psychopathic, denier-of-everything) as soon as he had started to even think about getting out of the five's radar they had thrown him in the nearest cell possible.

Or as the angels call it 'carahar' (ca-ra-haar)

Where he found his glass cell to be next door to that of one James Moriarty.

Glass meaning they could sit and have a nice chat with only a thin sheet of charmed crystals between them, the charms were easy to defuse, they were both the 'substitutes' for Mycroft, meaning they had powers some angels had only ever dreamed of. Not to mention they both furthered their already extensive knowledge and power with charms and skills no other angel had heard of… EVER.

Yea, they were pretty awesome.

Sherlock looked up at his brother, seeing his sharp eyes freeze, looking into the hallway, he turned around.

John.

Shit.

Okay sorry this sort of dragged by, but I feel I need to explain what's going on a bit more to you guys, if you have any questions or thoughts then please PM me?

Thank you!

-Alice