My Brother's Keeper

by SimplyElymas

A series of one hundred word drabbles, featuring the less glamorous but more talented Holmes brother, Mycroft. There will eventually be one hundred of these, as it's written for the Story 100 comm on LJ.

8. Lunch

"Aren't you hungry?"

"Not remotely."

"But it is lunch time."

Sherlock Holmes looked at his brother with a vague whimsical air. "I don't see why that means so much."

Mycroft pursed his lips. "Some of us need three meals a day to remain functional."

"And I am not one of them."

The two glared hotly at each other for a moment before Mycroft sighed, grabbed a linen napkin from the lunch table, wrapped his brother's helping of casserole in it, and forcibly shoved it into Sherlock's coat pocket.

"If you starve yourself," said Mycroft, "I refuse to be held responsible."