Sherlock arguing with Mycroft...in a sheet..with John..at Buckingham Palace..One of my favorite scenes from Sherlock..the first is Jim in the Crown :D admit it..he was fabulous ;)

"If you would simply...put your clothes, on Sherlock, we could continue this conversation."

Sherlock glared at his brother, aware of the silent blond next to him. He refused to give in to Mycroft's softly goading tone. "Well, if your lackey's had allowed me to dress at the flat..."

"You never would have gotten off of the couch." Letting out a soft sigh of frustration, Mycroft held the verdigris gaze before glancing at the confused blond next to his brother. "Doctor Watson, would you be so kind as to speak with him? It would not do for any of us to be in a state of...undress, for our guest."

John glanced at Sherlock from the corner of his eye. He wondered if the other was naked under the sheet or if...

"I am not a child, Mycroft. If I choose not to get dressed then I will not. There is no reason to speak to John in such a tone simply because you are displeased with me." Bright gaze narrowed, Sherlock studied his brother. "They are someone important if they had you send for me. Who is it, the Queen Mother or..." Breaking off in thought, Sherlock let out a soft huff. "It is not her directly but someone close to her."

"If you would...put on your clothes, we can have them brought in to speak with you." Pinching the bridge of his nose, Mycroft fought back a sigh of aggravation. "It is not customary to conduct a meeting without everyone having their clothes on, Sherlock."

Standing, Sherlock glanced at his brother then John. "We, are leaving. What you are asking me to do has no merit other than to make you look good in front of the Queen Mother." Turning to John, Sherlock nodded. "Come John, we are off to Baker St." Sherlock took a step forward, only to be stopped by his sheet tightening around him. Frowning in frustration, Sherlock turned and glared at his brother. "Let go of my sheet."

"All I am asking is that you simply listen to what is said."

"It is a scandal, one that involves someone of the royal family. They were seen or caught doing something they should not..." Sherlock drifted off as he studied Mycroft closer. "Not something but some...one."

"Just hear them out, Sherlock, what's the worst that could possibly happen?"

Sherlock paused at the soft voice, hated the warm tingle that shot across his nerves at the sound of John saying his name. Turning, he studied the silent man. He didn't want to upset him but he also didn't want to give in to his brother. "We have better things to concern ourselves with, John."

"Yeah, I'm sure we do but this is the Queen Mother, Sherlock. She is asking for your help!" John studied the sheet clad form, forcing himself to keep his mind on topic and off of Sherlock's smooth, pale back. "And if after you've heard everything, you still feel the same then we can leave. No arguments, no fuss or fight."

Sherlock struggled with the desire to please John and to irritate Mycroft. Turning to his brother, he saw the small smirk of triumph and straightened. "No, Mycroft thinks to highly of himself as it is. We do not need to give him anymore reason to do so." Turning, Sherlock moved forward only to hear his sheet ripping as it slowly slid away from his body. Frowning in agitation, Sherlock whirled around, stopping short at the small blond standing behind him. "John?"

"I would like to know though, Sherlock. Why summon us both if it were not serious, hmmm? Come on, be a good sort and at least..." John felt his face heating as he slowly looked Sherlock over. "At, uh, at least put on your pants and slacks. If you wish to keep your sheet fine but you can not sit here with nothing on."

Glaring at his brother, Sherlock took the clothes John held out to him. "Get off of my sheet, Mycroft. If John were not here..."

"Yes, yes I know, you would not even consider the idea, hence the reason the good doctor is here. Now...would you please get dressed?!" Mycroft frowned as Sherlock hesitated before glancing at John. "I will not harm him while you are gone."

"He isn't worried about me, he's worried about you." John glanced over at Mycroft before waving Sherlock off. "Hurry up before you miss all the fun bits." When Sherlock nodded, John handed him his clothes. "I will be fine, Sherlock so stop worrying."

Sherlock nodded, giving John one more long look before turning to the door. "Do not be so smug, Mycroft. He could kill you faster than your guards could save you." Glancing back at his brother, Sherlock gave him a small smile. "And I will do so if he is in anyway upset when I return."