There was loud music echoing through the large rooms of the Holmes' manor house. The acoustic guitar, the husky singing voice, all echoed throughout the house. The lyrics stood out, even though they were muffled by the door to Sherlock's bedroom; 'Some men they dragged him to a barn and there they beat him up. They said they had a reason, but I can't remember what. They tortured him and did some evil things too evil to repeat. There was screaming sounds inside the barn, there was laughing sounds out on the street.'

Mycroft marched down the corridor outside of Sherlock's room. It wasn't like Sherlock to listen to any music other than classical, so the guitar was not welcome. "Sherlock! Shut that music off!" Mycroft yelled above the speakers.

The door opened, the music still playing. "Can I help you, Mycroft?" the other brother said smugly.

"Turn that noise off! The sixties are over!"

"Alas, no. I met a new friend today; he loves Bob Dylan and this musician is starting to pique my interest."

"First of all, brother mine; a friend? You don't have friends…" Mycroft peered down his nose at Sherlock.

"Well, it is more than a little obvious that I do now." Sherlock's eyes narrowed for a split second, but his brow remained furrowed.

"Moving very swiftly on. Secondly, what teenager likes Bob Dylan? Oh, Sherlock; please tell me he's a teenager…"

"Of course he is! He's just a bit of a hippy! So what? 'He loves tie-die, VW campervans, Bod Dylan and he thinks people should just mellow out and stop killing each other because we are all people, we all have words and we should use them instead of violence… What's so wrong with that?'" Sherlock quoted.

"Human nature, brother mine," Mycroft pointed out.

"He has a naive faith in humanity, who am I to question it? I think the world could use some more John Watsons!"

"That's his name is it? John Watson?"

"Yes…" Sherlock huffed impatiently.

"Nice to know your boyfriend's name, is all," Mycroft teased.

"He is not my boyfriend! And I could say the same for you and that guy… Gavin Lestrade, was it?"

"Greg, and that is totally different!" Mycroft defended. The music finally stopped.

"I hear wedding bells!"

"Shut up, Sherlock. By the way, dinner is ready."

"Of course you'd know that! What is it?"

"Beef casserole."

"I meant for me!"

"Beef casserole, Sherlock. Mother and father have had enough of this insanity. Why are you refusing to eat meat?"

"Because it's grotesque! It is pieces of a dead animal, for one. And animals shouldn't have to die for us to have a meal! We've got to a point where we are successful as a species and so know it is not about survival, but compassion!"

"Sherlock, it's stupid! Animals die so we can eat. Animals in the wild kill each other and you don't mind that!"

"Do you know how many animal carcasses get wasted every year? Well over ten thousand million!"

"And you think you're stopping that wastage by refusing to eat what's in front of you?"

"I'm not supporting the industry, Mycroft!"

"I don't like you hanging around those PETA supporters, brother mine."

"Tough, Mycroft. I like being around like minded people."

"Fine! But I think you should take what they say with a pinch of salt…"

"We tell the truth, Mycroft. No living thing deserves the torchers that most animals go through…"

"Plants are technically living things; are you going to stop eating those too?"

"Shut up, Mycroft!"

"Careful! Or I won't take you to the library this weekend…"

Poor, gullible Mycroft. Sherlock wasn't going to spend a day at the library; he was going to a protest at St Bart's hospital as they had started plans on a lab that supported animal testing.

"Sorry." Sherlock apologised through gritted teeth. Just because his brother was ignorant was not an excuse for him to miss this protest; he was the organiser, after all!

"Come down and have dinner…"

"Not hungry!" With that, the door slammed in Mycroft's face and another song, The Times They Are A-Changin', began; only this time slightly quieter.

Hey guys! Any other vegetarians out there? I know what Sherlock's feeling all too well! Ignorant people like to think you're wrong! (Sorry if I've offended anyone).

Please review! I'll give you a cookie... (::)