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Mycroft had dinner made in 30 minutes while Sherlock laid on the couch. Mycroft put a good amount of food on Sherlock's plate and brought it into the living room where Sherlock was laying down. He set it in front of him.

"Time to eat," said Mycroft sitting down next to him.

"I'm not hungry," Sherlock grumbled burying himself deeper into his blankets, "And I don't want to eat."

"You'll feel better once you have something in your stomach," said Mycroft rubbing Sherlock's belly in a comforting way, "Besides, Mummy would kill me if I starved you to death."

Sherlock didn't acknowledge him. Mycroft sighed and got up.

"Well, then, I guess I'll have to take you to the doctor."

Sherlock sat up quickly and shook his head.

"No," whined Sherlock, "I don't want to go to the doctor."

"Hold on a tick, Sherlock," said Mycroft writing something down, "Ok, lets see here, fever, loss of appetite…."

"Mmmm," interrupted Sherlock grabbing the plate and taking a big bite of food, "This is really good."

Mycroft smiled and put down the pen he was holding. He goes back over to Sherlock and rubs his back. After finishing his dinner, Sherlock let out a burp.

"Do you feel better now that you have eaten?" Mycroft asked hugging his brother.

Sherlock nodded and gave a small yawn. Mycroft noticed, unfortunately for Sherlock.

"Looks like its time for someone to go to bed," Mycroft teased playfully, picking up his little brother, "How about a nice luke-warm bath before bed?"

"It's part of my bedtime routine anyway," grumbled Sherlock, "Besides its only 8:00, I still have 2 more hours before I have to get ready for bed."

Sherlock was right. He would go to bed at 10 and wake up at 5 for school but seeing that Sherlock is sick, he'll have to get more sleep then he would when he wasn't running a fever.

"I know Sherlock," said Mycroft sighing, "But you're sick and you need your rest."

"But Mycroft," whined Sherlock, "I'm not tired."

"So you say," said Mycroft, "Tell you what, if you're not tired after your bath, you may stay up until 10. Deal?"

"Deal," stated Sherlock.

The boys shook on it. Mycroft got the bath ready while Sherlock got ready.

"Ready?" Mycroft called out to his brother.

"Yes," Sherlock called back.

Mycroft turned his back and let his brother get into the bath. He spent 30 minutes help Sherlock wash up and getting him into clean pajamas. Just when Mycroft was about let Sherlock stay up longer, Sherlock let out a big yawn. Mycroft put his hands on his hips and gave a smirk.

"Well, well, well," said Mycroft, "Look who's tired."

Sherlock rubbed his eyes and let out another yawn.

"'m not tired," mumbled Sherlock.

"Yes you are," said Mycroft picking up his brother, "I believe its time for me to put you to bed."

Sherlock didn't struggle while Mycroft trekked up the stairs to his bedroom. Once in his room, Sherlock was placed in his bed. Mycroft pulled the covers up and tucked him in.

"Thank you," said Sherlock in congested voice.

Mycroft handed Sherlock a tissue.

"Blow your nose."

Sherlock sat up and blew his nose hard. Mycroft gently pushed Sherlock back down into a lying position and sat down on the bed. Then, he felt Sherlock's forehead. Mycroft smiled.

"You don't feel as warm as you did before," said Mycroft picking up the thermometer he brought from downstairs, "Open up."

Sherlock rolled his eyes but opened his mouth and let Mycroft place the thermometer under his tongue. After the thermometer beeped, Mycroft took it out and studied it.

"101 on the dot," said Mycroft, "Your fever is coming down."

Sherlock gave a smile.

"Now, its time for you to go to sleep," said Mycroft getting up and turning out the light, "Good night, Sherlock."

"Good night, Mycroft," said Sherlock.