Mycroft continued reading. He was interrupted minutes later by a screeching sound which sounded remarkably like tone deaf cats being tortured. He looked up and saw Sherlock scraping his violin haphazardly his sharp features screwed up into a thunderous scowl. Mycroft chose to ignore the wailing of the violin; Sherlock was doing it for attention and if ignored would soon let up.
Sherlock proved his brother right a minute later when he threw his violin down on a chair.
"I'm bored." he exclaimed fervently and the bow followed his violin onto the chair.
"Well find a way to entertain yourself." Mycroft spoke the clichéd words in a patronising tone that all older siblings develop and frequently employ. Sherlock responded by whining in a tone that younger siblings master that is designed to grate on their older siblings nerves.
"There's nothing to do."
"You could tidy your bedroom." Mycroft responded, his tone completely serious. Sherlock answered his brother with a look and stalked off, taking care to slam the door behind him.
Don't worry, I haven't given up with If We Ever Meet Again.
I'm sorry I know this was really really short. It's actually something I wrote ages ago which I was going to stick in the right fic when the opportunity arose (so don't be surprised if it makes another appearance in the future)
I've given it to you today as a kind of apology. My wrist has once again decided to play up which makes typing not impossible but very difficult. Consequently I won't be writing while it sorts itself out. Now this could take weeks or it could be fixed by tomorrow; I never know.
So I'm sorry and I'll start writing again as soon as I can as this period of not writing is driving me mad. I've so many ideas in my head and I can't get them down. :(
Again I'd like to thank everyone who takes time to review. It really brightens my day.
Thanks for reading and I'll be back soon
(Chapter title is Be Back Soon from Oliver)