A/N: Summer vacation ends in 2 days. Shame, I was hoping to finish this before I got back in school-who knows how much time I'll have for this then?

Sherlock's 2nd Blogger- I'm not having that in this story, but I'm pretty sure you were the person I ran the director's cut thing by, and I might do it there, if I decide to go through with it.

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Now, allons-y to the next chapter!

Sherlock thought everything with Mycroft had settled into a dull roar. Mycroft happily stabbed Sherlock with his foam sword until he passed out. Sherlock gladly took it, knowing that a few bruises were better than Mycroft bawling his eyes out. Now he was out cold on the floor, and Sherlock was struggling to stay awake, even though it was only about 5. Suddenly, Jim walked in, saying, "Wake up your brother, Sherlock."

Sherlock didn't want to, but he knew when he could and couldn't argue with Jim, and being a toddler was one of the times he couldn't. He shook Mycroft and Mycroft groaned a little. "Wake up, sissy. Jim's here, and I think he wants to talk to you."

Mycroft cracked a curious eye open. "Wha-? Why?"

"I don't know. Ask him yourself."

He groaned, rolled over, and grabbed the pacifier with the scarf. He shoved it in his pocket and grabbed the foam sword, slowly raising it up in challenge. "I'm going to have to fight you for your cooperation, eh?" Jim asked, raising an eyebrow. He grabbed a second sword. "Challenge accepted."

He swung his sword down aiming for Mycroft's forehead. Mycroft lazily blocked it. Swipe, block. Swipe, block. Swipe, block. Jim sighed and turned away, to hear a primeval cry behind him and feel a sword swiping him on the back of his knee. He fake-buckled, falling to the floor, and felt the sword on his back in the region of his heart. He gasped, then went limp. He felt Mycroft climb up on him laughing, and heard him giggle, "Hey!" in his ear. Jim shot up, and Mycroft squealed.

Sherlock rolled his eyes and sighed. But at least he didn't have to worry about what he'd do for a little while. He tilted his head, deep in thought. He'd only been taking care of Mycroft for a few hours, but he felt like he'd been doing it for years. Is this what being an older brother felt like? If so, he could understand why Mycroft had seemed stifling at times, the worry was ridiculous when he didn't think Mycroft was in trouble with something or another. He was ripped from his thoughts by someone shaking his arms. "Sherlock! Hey, Sherlock! Snap out of it!"

He looked over at Mycroft. "What's up?"

"We've gotta go. Jim said we're moving."

Sherlock could feel his anxiety rise. "Moving? Moving where?"

"I dunno." Sherlock made note of the fact that even with the bracelet, Mycroft was still adopting a childish speech pattern. "But I lost the sword fight so we gotta go with him."

Sherlock tried his hardest not to smile. "But I thought you stabbed him in the heart?"

Mycroft sighed as he said, "I did, but it turns out he was an evil wizard who couldn't be killed by a mortal blade, and King Arthur wasn't there with Excaliber, so no matter how hard I fought, Jim would come back and I died when he chopped off my head."

Sherlock chuckled forcefully, hoping Mycroft would still buy it. Fortunately, he did. "It's not funny, Sherl!"

Sherlock's smile dropped. "Do not call me Sherl!"

Mycroft's face suddenly formed a sinister smirk as he asked, "Why, does it bug ya when I say it?"

"Mycroft, I have the physical power to have you on the ground in seconds. Don't test me."

Mycroft huffed indignantly. Jim called from somewhere in the house, "Boys! Let's go!"

Mycroft walked out of the room beside Sherlock, but when they reached the steps, Mycroft tripped and almost fell head-first down the stairs, and was only stopped by Sherlock giving him a back-wards bear hug. "Sherlock?"

"Yeah?"

"I'd like to be the one next to the railing."

"Good plan."

Sherlock walked down the stairs and waited for Mycroft. He felt his heart stop as Mycroft misjudged the height of a step and almost fell again. "Careful!" Sherlock scolded.

"Sorry." Mycroft added, "Stairs are tricky, ya know!"

When he got down without another incident, Mycroft bowed dramatically in a "so there" sort of way. Sherlock smacked him lightly on the top of the head. Mycroft giggled. Jim walked up carrying two backpacks and a suitcase. "Here, take these."

Sherlock took a backpack and put it on, then helped Mycroft with his. Jim led them out the door and to a little white car. Mycroft subconsciously grabbed Sherlock's hand. Sherlock returned the favor with a little squeeze.

Jim actually had booster seats in this car, and after helping both of them in, he sped off to their new safe house, Sherlock thinking all the while, I hope the Doctor and John can figure out where we are.