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When Mycroft woke up the next morning, light was shining through his window. He sat up in bed and rubbed the sleep from his eyes, yawning as he did so. Mycroft got himself out of bed and pulled on his navy blue bathrobe and slippers.
"I think I'll let Sherlock sleep while I make breakfast," he muttered as he pushed his door open, having left it open a crack just in case Sherlock needed him.
Mycroft walked over to Sherlock's room and paused, listening. He frowned.
Sherlock sure was quiet.
Mycroft pushed open his little brother's door open and peeked in. His eyes widened.
Sherlock's bed was empty!
His heart racing, Mycroft rushed inside and looked around, thinking he was in another part of the room. Not finding him, he ran to the bathroom and knocked on the door, using a bit more force than was needed. He didn't get a response.
"Sherlock?" he asked with worry, opening the door a little bit.
Still no response. Mycroft opened the door completely and looked inside. Sherlock wasn't there either! Mycroft then ran to the kitchen. He started to freak out when he didn't find his little brother there either. He ran all around the manor, calling out Sherlock's name and trying to find his little brother. Mycroft was almost in full blown panic, thinking that his little brother had been kidnapped, when he decided to check one more room before he called the police. He went over to the door that leads to what he and Sherlock call: The Experiment Room.
It's the special room at the manor that Mummy lets Sherlock conduct his experiments. Mycroft used it sometimes when he was younger but it was mostly for Sherlock.
Mycroft opened the door and peered inside. He let out a big sigh of relief. He found Sherlock sitting at the table, messing with something that Mycroft couldn't identify. That relief, however, soon turned into anger. Sherlock didn't let him know that he was alright and didn't answer him when his brother called. He had him in a panic.
Mycroft entered the room, a frown on his face and his hands on his hips.
"William Sherlock Scott Holmes!"
Sherlock jumped at Mycroft's angry voice and the use of his full name. He slowly turned around and looked up, wincing a little at his older brother's expression.
'Oh crap,' thought the younger Holmes. 'He's really angry.'
"Morning Mycroft," he greeted hoarsely, giving him a sheepish smile.
Then, he let out a couple of harsh sounding coughs. Concern washed over Mycroft as Sherlock coughed.
'That cough doesn't sound too good,' Mycroft thought. 'I think I have to take him to the doctor.'
Once Sherlock stopped coughing, he looked back up at his older brother.
"So..." Sherlock started, wincing and scratching his arm.
'Got to distract him. Got to distract him,' he thought nervously. 'He is obviously angry with me.'
"What's for breakfast?" he finished.
Mycroft's eyes widened a bit at the unexpected question but he shook his head and gave his little brother a stern look, knowing that it only was asked to distract him.
"Do you have any idea how worried I was when I woke up this morning and found you gone?!" he asked the younger Holmes. "I thought you were kidnapped!"
Sherlock snorted.
"Who would be stupid enough to try to kidnap me?" he laughed a little before letting off a couple of coughs.
Mycroft sighed with frustration and rolled his eyes.
"That's not the point William!" Mycroft snapped. "The point is I didn't know where you were and you didn't answer me when I called your name."
Sherlock winced once more. There was that real name thing again.
"And didn't I tell you that you couldn't work on your experiments and that you needed to rest?" Mycroft continued.
"But I was nearing a break through…" Sherlock started.
"I do not care William Sherlock Scott Holmes!" Mycroft shouted.
Sherlock winced again at that.
"I'm sorry Mycroft," he whispered. "I didn't mean to scare you. I was feeling better and just got bored."
The older brother softened. He knew that he shouldn't have shouted at him but he was worried about him. He walked over to Sherlock and pulled him into a hug.
"I'm sorry too," he whispered as well. "When I woke up this morning and found you missing, I began to panic. I didn't mean to yell."
"I know," Sherlock whispered back, hugging him tightly and coughing a little.
They hugged for a while before Mycroft pulled away.
"Now, let's see about some breakfast," he said, smiling a little, all traces of anger gone.
Sherlock smiled brightly and grabbed Mycroft's hand, letting his brother lead him downstairs.
