Hello everyone. Happy Saturday and happy Memorial Day weekend. I hope the weather is as beautiful for you today as it is here in my neck of the woods. It's sunny and warm and gorgeous and I'm sad that I'm stuck inside at work for the next four hours and I can't enjoy it. Oh well. I'll be sure to catch some sun later. Maybe after I go see the new X-Men movie.

Anyway. This chapter is quite short, so you'll be getting two updates today.

MJCF: Sherlock
Me: Mycroft and Greg

Warnings for this chapter: Sherlock becoming a bit aroused and also some Holmes brother feels ahead.

Sherlock leant his head against Old Croft's shoulder and sighed happily, allowing his eyes to shut slowly.

'Seems he's gonna take a quick nap before we arrive,' Mycroft whispered softly. 'Play some classical music. He always liked to listen to that when he slept.'

'What kind of car do you think I drive?' Greg joked. 'There's no classical music in here. Eighties grunge and rock for me.'

Mycroft pouted and started humming 'Für Elise' softly by Sherlock's ear, hoping it would lull him into a peaceful dream state. Sherlock smiled in his sleep and curled up closer against Old Croft. The soft voice was pulling him down into happy dreams of bees and chocolate cake. Myc easily transitioned into a piece by Bach, humming softly down Sherlock's ear as they drove on. Sherlock hummed in his sleep and wrapped his arms tightly around Old Croft's softening middle. Greg smiled at the two of them. He was so happy to see them like that, especially after yesterday's debacle.

'We're about ten minutes away,' he informed Mycroft softly. Myc merely nodded, not stopping his gentle humming for a second.

'Mmm. Croft.' Sherlock shifted and opened up his sleepy eyes.

'Yes, Lock?' Mycroft stopped his humming to look down at his little brother, smiling softly. Sherlock simply smiled and butted his head upwards, encouraging his brother to stroke his hair. Myc smirked and began running his fingers through Sherlock's hair, the strands soft as they travelled between them. Sherlock began to purr in response, small moans of appreciation falling from his mouth every now and then. Mycroft made a promise to himself to stop before Sherlock became too aroused, keeping an eye on his groin for any signs of an erection. He continued to run his fingers through Sherlock's hair though. His little brother was enjoying it immensely.

Sherlock felt strange again. A pink flush spread through his body like wildfire and he felt an unnatural warmth building in his belly. He moaned louder and butted his head harder against his brother's hand. And there it was. The beginnings of an erection. He stopped stroking Sherlock's hair and kissed his forehead when he whimpered in protest.

'You've gone all pink,' he said in explanation. 'You feeling OK?'

Sherlock huffed. 'Feel fine. Juth a widdle hot.'

Greg rolled down Sherlock's window, the breeze grateful to them all.

'How's that?' he asked, checking Sherlock in the rearview mirror.

'Better,' Sherlock hummed. 'Muth better.'

'OK. Well, we're almost at the house,' Greg informed them.

'OK, Gregory,' Mycroft said softly. He hugged Sherlock to him gently, looking down at Sherlock's hands. He was clutching his bees tightly, moving them subtly like they were talking.

'Are they having another nice chat?' he asked quietly, pointing to the bees.

Sherlock nodded. 'A vewy nice chat. They're gonna have a bee baby. Are you n Gweggy gonna have a widdle Croft baby?' Sherlock poked at Old Croft's stomach. 'Ith tha why you're tho fat?'

Mycroft turned a startling shade of red and Greg burst out laughing. Myc shot him a glare but turned back to Sherlock who looked utterly confused.

'No, I'm not having a baby,' he said as calmly as he could. 'Only girls can have babies.'

'Oh,' Sherlock sighed. 'How dithapointing. Wan a widdle Croft baby to pway with.' He poked Old Croft's belly again. 'Are you thure you're not gonna pop out a baby, Croft?'

'Yes, I'm sure I'm not gonna have a baby,' Mycroft chuckled lightly. 'Though maybe–'

'Not yet, Myc,' Greg said softly. 'Not so soon after Sherlock's arrival. Give it time. But someday. I promise.'

'How are babieth made, Croft?' Sherlock asked, blinking up at his brother innocently. 'Eatin too much cake?'

'No, Lock.' Myc chuckled again. 'Babies are grown in their mommy's tummy. I'll explain how they get there when you're older.'

Sherlock huffed. 'Ere we go again. Alwayth thinking you're in charge of me, jush because you're older. Tho annoying!'

'Well, I am in charge while mother's gone. But that doesn't change the fact you're far too young to know how babies are made.' Greg chuckled softly and pulled into the drive at the house.

'We're here boys. Let's save the baby talk for later and get Sherlock some of his stuff.'

'Yay!' Sherlock shifted into a sitting position. 'Come on Croft! Come on Gweggy!'

The two men both laughed and exited the car, Greg helping Sherlock out.

'Why don't you leave your bees here?' he suggested as Sherlock was still hugging them tight. 'They can have a nice chat while we're gone. Plus we won't accidentally leave them in the house when we leave.'

'But dun wanna leave my beeth!' Sherlock stamped his foot and huffed stroppily.

'But if you said they're gonna have a bee baby they're gonna want some privacy,' Greg said quietly. 'That's one of the things needed to make a baby. Privacy. So can you let them have some privacy so they can make a bee baby?'

Sherlock let out a disgruntled sound. 'Fine,' he muttered, handing the bees to Greggy.

'Thanks, Sherlock.' Greg smiled softly. He put the bees back in the car, setting them next to each other. 'Now let's go get some of your things, yeah?'

'K.' Sherlock entwined one of his hands with Greg's and another with his brother's.

'Alright.' Greg smiled, squeezing Sherlock's hand gently. 'Come on.' He lead him to the door and Mycroft opened it. He lead them through the house and Greg noticed it was completely furnished with Sherlock's things.

Sherlock glanced up at his brother and frowned. 'You're thad,' he said quietly. 'Why are you thad?'

'I just... I haven't been here in a while,' Mycroft said softly. He swallowed thickly and looked around the room. 'Everything here brings back a lot of memories for me. Come on. What I want to show you is over here.'

He led them to a back room. It was dark when he opened the door but when he flicked on the light a small laboratory was revealed.

'Wow.' Sherlock grinned toothily, glancing around the laboratory with the curiosity of a small kitten. 'Mine?' he asked, his whole face lighting up.

'Yep. All yours,' Mycroft said, smiling down at his brother. He released Sherlock's hand and pushed him forward gently. 'Have fun.'

Sherlock grinned and ran straight over to the microscope and sat down behind it. He peered down at a slide containing an animal cell and breathed out in awe.

'I think he's gonna be pretty occupied for a while,' Greg said softly, taking Myc's hand in his. 'Wanna gather some of his stuff while he's here?'

'Sure. Let's start with some clothes.' He led Gregory to a bedroom filled to the brim with Sherlock's clothes. 'Most of these came from John. But some had come from when he stayed all those months after... the incident.'

'Ah. So, where shall we start?'

'Shirts and trousers. Well, we might as well just take all his clothes home. I'll call a truck down to ship some of his bulkier things home. Like the science equipment.'

'Sounds good, Myc. Come on. Let's sort through some of his childhood things. Find him some toys and pirate things.'

'Yeah. OK.' He took Gregory to another room that was full of Sherlock's childhood memorabilia. 'Let's dive in.'

Sherlock was concentrating on studying the animal cell when he heard a loud buzzing sound. A bee! His head snapped up and he watched as a little bumble bee flew on by outside the window. He stood to his feet and opened the window. He easily clambered out as it was only a first floor room he was in.

'Come back widdle bee!' he called out, running after the fluffy, flying creature. 'I jush wanna be fwiends!'

The van people arrived a few minutes later. They began loading Sherlock's entire wardrobe as well as his favourite toys inside. Mycroft told them to save the lab equipment for last seeing that Sherlock was in there exploring. So they loaded more furniture and waited for Mycroft to give the go ahead. Greg gave them some water while they waited.

'Is he done yet?' he asked Myc. 'I don't mean to rush him but the men seem to be getting quite impatient.'

'I don't know. I'll go check and let him know what we're doing.' He went to the lab and knocked on the door softly.

'Sherlock? Sherlock can I come in?' He got no response so he just went in anyway. 'Sherlock, can we–' He stopped dead in his tracks. The lab was completely empty, the microscope Sherlock had planted himself in front of abandoned. The window was open and Myc could see Sherlock's footprints in the dirt beneath it.

'Sherlock!' he screamed out the window, hoping he hadn't gone too far. But Sherlock didn't come back. He was gone.