A/N: *sweats* I hope you guys know what I'm going through to get this to you guys. *glances over shoulder* Finals are next week and I'm only 90% sure I'll pass all of my classes. *takes deep breath* But you guys deserve it for putting up with me.

AngryHobbit- *blushes* Thank you! I will most certainly try!

Hopefully after finals I'll have more time. For now, I'm sharing a headcanon I've adopted and adding brothers being brothers to the cuteness.

Allons-y!

"I'd better get going." Mycroft said, walking out with a scowl on his face.

The boys stood there, stunned into silence, until Sherlock let out a soft, "What."

John shifted nervously, saying, "Is he serious? He can't be serious. Can he?"

Sherlock started to hyperventilate "I don't know, but this is not good. Very not good. Extremely very not good."

"Guys!" the Doctor said, "Get a grip! If he's lying, we have nothing to worry about, and if he's telling the truth, panicking won't help anyway!"

Considering that logic, Sherlock's breathing slowly resumed its normal pace. "So what do we do?"

"Well, first things first, you need to apologize to Mycroft," the Doctor stated.

"What?! Why?!"

"Well, he may have just decided to side with Moriarty, and we'd need to change that back," John rationalized.

"He's the one who started getting really mad in the first place!"

"He's one! What did you expect?! He's been under the formula longer than any of us, Sherlock! He's got to have some mental strain from trying to hold out as long as he has!"

Sherlock flushed as he realized the reason that Mycroft had held on that long in the first place was to warn him, and he'd done nothing but cause grief to Mycroft in one way or another since he first laid eyes on him like that. He turned away and read the titles on the shelves looking for one specific book, hoping to use it as an olive branch. When he found it, he walked out of the room to look for Mycroft. He found him curled on the top step, looking at the book but not reading it. "I thought you never wanted to talk to me again."

"What, I'm not allowed to change my mind?"

"No," Mycroft looked over and smirked, "Your pride and stubbornness have always gotten in the way." He gestured for Sherlock to sit next to him. "It's stupid, you know," he sighed.

"What is?"

"Mm…I don't really want to say."

"Now you have to. Come on, spill."

"Ever since I first read these stories, I wanted to be King Arthur or a knight of the round table."

"No way. Really?"

"Then I went to school and learned how government really works," he laughed.

"School ruins people's dreams," Sherlock said, pulling out the copy of Treasure Island he'd found. "I'm no one to judge other people's interests, I guess."

"Does this mean we're all good?" Mycroft asked.

"I guess so. Yeah," Sherlock shrugged. "But listen, about before…"

"I was telling the truth."

"That's what I was afraid of."

"Well…we can see if he'd be okay with two kids instead of one…"

"You don't mean…?"

"If we can't change his mind (which is highly unlikely,) the least we can do is try and stay together…"

"All right!" Sherlock cheered.

"Hmm…? Did I hear someone cheering?" Jim looked up the stairs. "Mycroft, have you come to a decision on my offer?"

Mycroft nodded and swallowed, hoping he had enough power over his jaw to make himself clear. "Onee if Sherrock iz tu."

Jim was quiet for a whole minute before responding with a simple, "…Deal."

Sherlock cheered again seeing their plan might work out, and turned to Mycroft, saying, "I'll get the others so we can come up with a plan!" Mycroft nodded, and Jim walked away, smiling to himself. These kids had to be the easiest job I've ever tried to accomplish, he thought, none the wiser about the planning session the boys had in store.