I'm baaack!

OwOwOw- *fails to dodge rotten tomatoes*

Happy now?

Sorry for the wait!

Alex sat in his room, wondering what Scorpia was up to. He could barely make out the sound of Wolf exploding - 'He's having a right little tantrum, isn't he?'- through the soundproof walls of his room. Soundproof so that even if he screamed during a nightmare, John wouldn't wake and find him in his room, crying for Ian, for Jack, for-

'Stop right there. You know that it does no good to think about them now. All you can do is avenge them.'

Alex sighed and ran his hands through his hair. Maybe he would visit Mycroft. He always had some insight into Alex's problems. He pulled out his phone and texted his handler.

Mycroft Holmes only occupied a minor position in the British Government. Which was why he most definitely was not sitting in on the current conference of the Heads of SO, who were discussing the threat of SCORPIA.

Anthea would fill in for him anyway.

So Mycroft sat at his desk, wondering how his 'little brother' was handling the news.

Really, what was Jones thinking? Sending the boy's old unit to the flat? That was a bad move if he ever saw one, and he was surprised Sherlock had not called to complain yet. Or texted. The boy loved to text, and it was always a challenge to beat him at a game of wits while texting, even though Mycroft himself preferred to call people. Sherlock was very good at annoying people. Which reminded him…. Sherlock had stolen his umbrella the last time he was there and had refused to return it. He shook his head and sighed.

Alex Rider was going to turn his hair grey.

Bzzzzt!

Speak of the devil.

How's the diet going? - SH

He sighed again. It would appear his presence was required. He quickly texted back a reply.

Quite well, thank you. Are you home?- MH

What's it to you? - SH

I was unable to take my umbrella home the last time I visited. Remember?- MH

Sherlock snickered. He remembered alright.

Well, I doubt she'll be happy. Be prepared for a night on the couch. -SH

Sherlock, how many times must I tell you that I am NOT in a relationship with my umbrella? -MH

And I suppose people who aren't in relationships with their umbrellas give them names? -SH

I'm NOT in a relationship with my umbrella! And I named her when I was ten! - MH

Poor 'Lola' must be feeling so neglected… - SH

Don't go anywhere. I'm on my way. - MH

Mycroft put his phone away and massaged his forehead. He'd said it once and he would say it again - Alex Rider was going to turn his hair grey.

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