A/N: There are only two more chapters to go after this one. ;) Enjoy. :D
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Chapter 14: Crap
John wearily climbed up the stairs to the sitting room at 221b. It was late and had been a long day at the clinic. The most recent outbreak of the flu was threatening to become an epidemic and there had been a lot of people throwing up. He really hoped Sherlock was out on a case.
Just as he was thinking that, the door to the sitting room opened. It was the only warning John got before an object flew past his him.
What the-? John thought, then bent to pick the object up… Just as another object flew through the spot his head had been. The crash that followed testified that the latest object was metal.
John twisted to get a better look. By the stainless steel side, it had been a toaster. He straightened and started running up the stairs.
He slowed to a fast walk and ducked again just as what appeared to be an ashtray hurled through the air and shattered against the wall.
"Sherlock, what the he-!?" John stopped himself when he, finally, took in the scene in front of him.
Sherlock was peeking out from behind John's armchair, hefting something that looked to be a lunchbox. Meanwhile across from him, Mycroft had his umbrella opened in front of him to be used as a shield, and was, currently, posed to throw what looked to be a rolled up poster. At John's intrusion, however, the brothers froze and just stared at him. For his part, John stared back.
"Hello, Dr. Watson," Mycroft finally greeted, lowering the poster.
Sherlock stood from behind his hiding place. "John, I thought you would have been later."
"What may I ask is going on?" John asked, his voice steadier than one might think.
"Nothing," Sherlock replied. "Just showing Mycroft that my stuff is not crap."
John shifted his gaze to Mycroft, who uncharacteristically shifted his weight, then nodded once. "Then try not to damage the walls, or else Mrs. Hudson will up the rent. Again."
With that, he turned and left, closing the door behind him.
In the sitting room, there was a monetary pause before Mycroft picked up the poster and flung it at Sherlock. The war resumed.
End of Chapter 14
A/N: *shakes head* And we all thought Mycroft was the more mature one. :p I hope you enjoyed. Please review. :D