"Ouch!"
"Oh quit whining you big baby." John said, dabbing Sherlock's eye.
"Aren't you supposed to be kind to your patients." Sherlock winced when the cold rag hit his bruised eye.
"Not when he's a spoiled brat that instigated the fight and then got his ass kick." John countered, dabbing his boyfriend's blackening eye.
"It was a cheap shot and you know it! Besides, the small quarters played to his advantage." Sherlock kicked the back of Mycroft's seat.
Mycroft ignored him as Greg put a band aid over the cut on his cheek. He kissed it and Mycroft smiled at him. Several crisps hit the back of Mycroft's head.
"Dear brother, i'd refrain from throwing food before i inevitably snap, drive into oncoming traffic, and kill us all in retaliation." Several crisps hitting the back of his head answered him. He gripped the wheel harder. "So be it."
"Mycroft Holmes, you will not kill us all because your brother is throwing food at you!" Several crisps hit the back of Greg's head and he growled. "You want to die Holmes!"
"Not really." Sherlock said, turning back toward John in his seat.
Greg growled again and turned forward trying to ignore the smirk on Mycroft's face. Sherlock looked out the window.
"Stop the car," he said as a convenience store rolled by. "I need more crisps."
"Not on your life."
"I'm kind of hungry too." John said.
Greg smiled to himself. "I could use some food."
Mycroft glared at them all before turning around and parking in the lot. "You all have exactly twenty seven minutes. Anyone who isn't here in that time will be abandoned." Sherlock rolled his eyes hopping out of the car.
Greg opened his door. "Gregory." He looked over. "Don't let him leave the store with any projectiles." Greg nodded kissing the side of Mycroft's face. He followed after John and Sherlock before the car horn got his attention again. "Bring me back a coffee." Greg nodded again and slipped into the store
(-)
"Sherlock, can I have a gummy worm?" Greg asked. He nodded handing one to Greg. He thanked him and Sherlock reached into the bag again. "Mycroft, do you want one?"
"Fine," he reached back for it. Seconds later, he felt the gummy worm bounce against his neck and fall into his suit jacket.
"Nice throw." John mumbled snacking on his popcorn.
Greg looked over to Mycroft. His face was emotionless as he pulled the car over, slowed to a complete stop, stepped out and pulled Sherlock clean out through his window.
John stared wide eyed. "Mycroft! Don't-"
Greg stopped him. "Let it be. They have to get it out now or we'll have to deal with it the entire ride."
John thought it over and sighed. "Whoever's starts bleeding first has to go break it up."
Sherlock swung out making contact with Mycroft's nose.
"is he bleeding?" john asked. greg looked over. Mycroft tackled Sherlock to the ground.
"no, hes fine."
john and greg watched from a distance as the two turned into a mass of limbs kicking up dust and dirt.
greg shook his head. "roll up the window." he said and John nodded. Greg took a sip of his coffee and looked out his window long enough to see Mycroft slap Sherlock in the face. "Toss me a gummy worm." Greg said and John smiled handing him the pouch.
John leaned forward turning up the music. The sound of Queen blasted through the stereo over the sounds of battle. Outside the window, Sherlock and Mycroft rolled into a ditch.
