A/N: Here is part three of the "Boomerang" 221Bs. As always, neither Holmes is my creation.

Broken

The two of them gaped in horror, knowing the reaction that their mother would have upon hearing the crash.

"That was Grandfather's window." Mycroft gasped.

"I'm going to die", Sherlock moaned, sinking to his knees in shock. "She's going to find the boomerang and then she's going to find me. She'll..."

"She'll use your blood to make a new stained glass window" Mycroft interrupted, straight-faced, inwardly cheering.

Sherlock squeaked and paled further, beginning to tremble. Tears of misery formed in his eyes as his runaway imagination conjured horrors in his mind.

Contemplating his brother's distraught face, Mycroft felt a wave of remorse. He patted his brother on the shoulder. "Get up", he said, "She might not have found it yet. If we can sneak in and retrieve the boomerang, we can say that a bird flew into it. I still have that dead one that I found yesterday in the garden, in my room."

As Sherlock turned a disbelieving look on him, Mycroft shuffled in embarrassment and strode off to the house, hoping that Mother had not heard the tinkle of breaking glass.

To Sherlock's dismay, she had. She was pale with anger. Seeing the two boys walk slowly closer, she glared accusingly at them. Mycroft stepped in front of the cowering Sherlock, and bravely, "It's my fault the window is broken".

A/N: So...Mycroft just put his hand in the tiger's mouth. Will she bite it off? Find out in part four!