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Everyone just stared at Mycroft after that surprise announcement.

"Why would his return be such a bad thing?" John asked.

"His name is Sherrinford Holmes." Mycroft steered clear from that question.

"Answer me, Mycroft." the army doctor ordered.

"He was the first addict who got Sherlock and I onto drugs." he smiled pleasantly, though everyone knew it was fake.

"Okay," Lestrade wrote that down on a notepad. "Is he clean?"

"...No..."

Lestrade wrote that down too.

"What about his-" John pointed to his head.

"Even more brilliant than both of ours." Mycroft gestured to himself and Sherlock.

"He's not!" Sherlock stood up.

"What's 78 times 45?"

"3510"

"Which island in the Caribbean actually has a railroad?"

"Cuba,"

"How many hearts does an earthworm have?"

"Five,"

"What does the Earth revolve around?"

"Um...it is just a lot of black, yeah?"

Mycroft looked at him pointedly.

"It's not important!" Sherlock protested.

"And knowing how many hearts an earthworm has is?"

"There was that one case with the man full of earthworms!"

Donovan and Anderson still didn't understand how he didn't know primary school stuff.

That was also when Mycroft's phone started to ring. He ignored it at first, brushing it off as something unimportant that wouldn't be worth his time. After a few seconds, it stopped. It must have been nothing.

That was when Sherlock's started to ring. He also ignored it.

"Sherlock," John poked him.

"Yes, John?" the consulting detective shivered at the 'human contact'.

"Phone's ringing."

"I know."

John looked even more annoyed. "Are you going to pick it up?"

"Why should I?"

"What if Mrs. Hudson's been shot?" the army doctor struck a weak point.

Sherlock looked as if he was having a mini conflict with himself, which he probably was. "...Fine..."

He picked up the phone, and everyone's attention went to him. Not five seconds later, he put it back into his pocket.

"What did it say?" Molly sounded curious.

The consulting detective looked at Mycroft. " It said 'Get Mycroft to pick up his phone'."

Mycroft groaned. "It couldn't have been anything of importance. It must be incredibly dull."

"Just look at it, for God's sake!" Lestrade's eye twitched.

The man who told the people he kidnapped that he was 'nobody of importance' opened his phone and looked at his texts.

They were all from the same person.

Her Highness

Mycroft, look at your phone.

Another one.

Her Highness

Phone.

Another.

Her Highness

Since you are not looking at your phone, you and all the people you kidnapped will learn to get along. That is what I've been trying to tell you. You guys will all have to live with each other in the same house for a year; I have already passed this through Parliament.

Please tell all of your victims this.

"What?" Mycroft looked incredibly annoyed and frightened.

"What does it say?" Donovan was not looking forward to knowing.

"It says that we will all have to live together in the same house for an entire year!" he responded, groaning and clutching his umbrella.

"You have got to be kidding me." Anderson sighed.

"Who sent it to your?" Lestrade demanded.

"The Queen; she's already passed it through Parliament."

Even more groans sounded.

Sherlock frowned. "That doesn't mean we actually have to follow through with their orders.

Everyone looked at Sherlock really slowly.

"Yes it does," Mary nodded.

"We don't have to."

"Whatever." Donovan frowned. "As much as I hate having to live with the freak and his brother for an entire year, we have to do it."

Sherlock wrinkled his nose in disgust and annoyance.

"Let's go to my place then." Mycroft started ushering everyone back into the car where Anthea and the chaffeur were waiting.

"But we haven't packed yet!" Molly protested.

Secretly, she was overjoyed with the thought of living with Sherlock for a year (with a few others, but they don't matter.)

"So?" both of the Holmes brothers looked entirely confused.

"You know..." Mary thought over her words. "Packing so we are prepared for an entire year?"

John nodded earnestly.

"No matter!" Mycroft brushed it off. "There is enough things at my place for all of you guys to be set for a year." he dragged Sherlock into the car.

Sherlock flinched at the human contact.

"So, we're all supposed to get in the same car." Anderson frowned. "There is no way that'll work."

"You might have to share seats." Mycroft pushed Sherlock into the front.

"As long as I'm no where near the freak," Donovan shuddered at the thought.

They got in the car, but they had to share seats. Sherlock didn't like the close contact.

Yes, he was forced to share a seat with Mycroft. His brother...

He wrinkled his nose in disgust.

Anthea and Donovan were sharing. So were Mary and Molly. John was with Lestrade.

"Where do I go?" Anderson looked annoyed.

It was silent, but the chaffeur did open the trunk.

"Seriously?" he frowned. "I'm not luggage!"

"But you're idiotic enough to be!" Sherlock smirked.

"Just get in," John sighed.

The chaffeur began driving. Everyone was squished an uncomfortable, and Anderson was lonely. Poor Anderson.

It took thirty whole minutes to arrive at Mycroft's. Thirty squished, long minutes.

John would describe it as hell.

But it was nothing compared to what they saw when they arrived.

It was a huge place full of priceless looking things and stained glass windows. It looked fit for the Queen of England, which, according to Sherlock at least, did in fact occupy that building.

There was something else too. A smiling man. A grinning man.

"Hey, guys!" his grin stretched even farther. "I was told to stay with you!"

The Holmes brothers groaned.

It was the one and only, infamous...

Sherrinford Holmes.

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