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So sorry to keep you all waiting for the new chapter, but I thank you all for being so patient. Been very busy lately, just got finished watching my copy of Sherlock Holmes for the millionth time and am ready to get something written!

Enjoy!

Watson stayed beside Holmes the entire night, his eyes never leaving the detective until the sun came in through the cracked open window curtains, shining into the doctors eyes.

The man rubbed his eyes which were heavy, his body wanting so much to sleep which made the doctor focus on both staying awake and watching over Holmes who barely moved all night.

The only thing he really did was twitch and groan in his fevered sleep, his skin seemed to shine in the small light beside the bed as Watson bathed his brow while taking mental notes of any changes.

Occasionally looking under the detectives clothing; noticing that around the middle of the third day that he began to see a change.

A flat, red rash slowly appearing on Holmes' torso, his uneven breathing still sending a ping of guilt through Watson's heart as he gently rolled the sick man onto his side with Mycroft's help.

"The rash is also on his back," he whispered quietly, making sure to add that to his mental list of symptoms as the detective was laid back onto the bed and covered again.

The doctor was silent, not making eye contact with anyone as he leaned back in his chair; his hand gently massaging his eyes that were now shut in deep thought.

'Fever, rash, vomiting,' Watson lost his thoughts for a moment, taking a few minutes to think before the rest of the symptoms returned to him. 'Headache, and body aches.'

Mycroft quiet stood beside the bed, fixing the blankets that covered his brother while watching the doctor closely.

Taking note of the man's changed body language, his shoulders seemed to sag as he rubbed his eyes slowly with small shakes of his head that meant he most likely knew something he did not want to accept.

"Why don't you share you're new knowledge with us Doctor."

Watson finally removed his hand from his eyes, the weary doctor looking at the elder brother of his close friend with guilt as he took in a quick breath.

"I think Holmes has Dengue fever."

"Dengue Fever?"

"Yes," Watson stood, walking closer to his friends bed; pulling back the blanket and clothing show Mycroft the skin underneath.

"A rash has formed, that combined with his other symptoms seem to point in the direction of Dengue Fever."

"You're sure?" Mycroft questioned, sensing the slight uncertainty in the doctors voice as he began checking over Holmes.

"Might I ask you another question, doctor?"

"Of course," Watson answered, not looking away from the detective as Mycroft took a breath. Looking towards the shut bedroom door.

Listening to the quiet talking between Mrs. Hudson and Mary downstairs before finally voicing the question that had been floating in his mind since the doctor arrived.

"What happened between you and my brother before you left?"

The simple question hung in the air for a few minutes, Watson looked at the older man out of the corner of his eye before finally breaking the pregnant pause.

"We.. We had a confrontation."

"Please elaborate."

Mycroft saw Watson swallow a few times, clearly a little nervous around the larger man as he began to tell him about the conflict between the two of them days earlier.

"Why do you continue to bring up this meaningless subject?"

Watson turned quickly, going towards the detective until their faces were inches apart; the tension stop between them.

"You nearly died Holmes! You were careless and nearly died because of it!" The doctor shouted in an uncharacteristically loud voice, the anger Holmes heard in his dear friends voice surprised him.

"I merely forgot to insect the area with more care," Holmes said with a voice that clearly showed he was trying to pass over the subject, not wanting to get into another argument with the good doctor again.

"That man stabbed you Holmes, if Mycroft hadn't been home, you would of died there."

Holmes seemed to dismiss that fact quickly as he looked away from Watson. "He got me when my back was turned, nothing more than a man fighting dirty."

"It is much more then that Holmes, you need to be more prepared. I can't bring you the revolver whenever you go out without even thinking to take it."

"I do think to take it."

"You do?" Watson said with a sarcastic tone and a raised eyebrow.

"Yes, I simply allow the thought to pass by me on the way out."

"Holmes!"

The detective turned to his friend, watching him quietly as if he were trying to use the body language displayed to see what Watons was truely feeling until the doctor turned away from him and headed towards the door.

Looking back at Holmes who was working at his experimentation table, his eyes never leaving his friend as he finally spoke again.

"All that knowledge you possess, and yet you fail to prepare with some form of protection."

"When a case comes forward, it is that thing alone that is first and foremost in my mind." Holmes responded quickly, never taking his eyes off the glass in his hand as Watson grasped the door handle.

"Well ole' boy, I'm not always going to be there." He said before shutting the door with a loud slam and heading downstairs to the front door.

Mycroft was quiet as Watson finished, sitting down in the chair while the older man sat on the edge of the bed.

"You fought about the night he came to me."

"Yes, I was telling him to be more prepared, to think more about his well being than the case." Watson explained running a hand through his hair, his voice slightly raised with emotion as the elder man sighed.

"That is something my brother has always struggled with, and I can see why you want to convince him to think otherwise."

Watson didn't respond as Mycroft continued.

"However, you must remember that my brother is one of the stubbornest people we will ever meet."

"Indeed."

I really, really, REALLY, hope that all of you liked this chapter. I also wanted show the argument between Watson and Holmes that is based off the events of 'Brothers' which was my first story involving Mycroft.

I'd also like to thank ' OneDarkandStormyNight' for helping me plan out a the flashback and well, everything!

Thank you all for being so patient, I'm sorry it took so long!