Mycroft awakes early, as per usual. The contract he requested is awaiting him down stairs and he can't help but smile at the efficiency of his people. Reading it over in his dressing gown he takes it back upstairs with him, deciding there was no time like the present to deal with the situation.

With out preamble he bursts into his brother's room. Sherlock curled up tightly on the bed, but fully awake as he stares dejectedly at the wall. His dark hair a mess from tossing about on the linen's for hours on end.

"Good morning," He greets closing the door, "We need to talk."

"Here to bring me to the gallows, then?" Sherlock asks his voice low.

"Don't be so dramatic," Mycroft sighs. "Now get up, I know full well you're awake." He pulls the covers grandly off his brother's curled body, using his body weight as his advantage.

Sherlock turns, glaring at his brother as he props himself up on his elbows reading what he observes. "I'm not signing anything without my solicitor," he states haughtily.

Mycroft gives him a look as if to say, please who'd take your case. "This is just an agreement between the two of us," he tosses the papers on the bed for his brother to read over. "As you can see, I've decided against exposing you."

"Why?" Sherlock huffs scanning over the document, "So you can spy on me? You really take voyeurism to a new level, brother."

"I'm giving you the benefit of the doubt Sherlock, don't make me regret it," he warns with authority. "I'll let you continue this… "experiment" of yours, under the condition that if it's not concluded by Christmas or at any point becomes more than pure scientific inquiry, I will step in and take proper actions." Sherlock pouts, the new data racing behind his eyes as he silently absorbs it all. "Understand?"

The younger man nods, holding his hand out for a pen as Mycroft happily obliges him. A severe scribble latter and the document has been signed and dated, tucked away in the pocket of Mycroft's dressing gown.

"How are you going to explain that?" Sherlock questions his brothers split lip.

"Simple really, you came home late and I startled you." He smirks, "I am sorry," he adds as if the lie is truth. "Now stop pouting and come down for breakfast, I may have handled this incident, but Mummy and father are probably still quite cross with you."

Sherlock groans petulantly as his brother waits for him to come along. The younger man knowing full well that it's to ensure he doesn't "experiment" before breakfast. It was going to be a very long day.


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