A/N: Here, have a longer chapter to make up for the wait. (I'm not good at making them long, so sorry of it isn't.) Disclaimer: I am not British, therefore I can't own Sherlock. I know. Sad, isn't it?
Mycroft waited inside the room for the reunion to end. Finally, after 3 and a half hours, he was allowed to leave. He grabbed a sandwich as he walked out the door, knowing that Sherlock would probably be hungry when he was finally found. Mycroft wandered the hallways for about 15 minutes before he caught glimpse of curls around the corner. "Sherlock?" he wanted to let Sherlock know he was there first, before he tried to talk to him. Who knew how Sherlock would react?
Sherlock did. He heard his brother call out, and his first thought was, 'he found me.' Sherlock didn't know why he thought this, he just knew that he had. His brother's voice was unsteady, unsure of what he was going to find. It sounded like his brother was trying to apologize with one word. "Sherlock?" he called again. "I-I brought food. I thought you might be hungry after 3 hours." Sherlock sighed. "It was actually 3 hours and 47 minutes precisely." He felt the need to correct his brother. Mycroft startled. His brother sounded so much older than 6, as if in the past few hours he had skipped his childhood. "And how would you know? You don't have a watch."
Sherlock sighed again. "No, but I do have a clock in my mind palace." Oops. He hadn't been going to tell Mycroft about that. The latter party thought back to a conversation he'd had on the phone with one of his friends. He had mentioned a mind place for storing memories, but Sherlock hadn't overheard that, had he? "A mind palace? What's in it?" Mycroft came around the corner as he spoke. His brother, already 4 feet tall, seemed taller somehow. Mycroft chuckled to himself. His brother had a superiority complex. How fitting. He was, after all, a Holmes at heart, and the family saw itself as superior to all others in both intellectual prowess and power-wise.
For the third time in the same five minutes, Sherlock caught himself sighing. ''That is none of your business." Mycroft was not to know that Sherlock had a whole wing of his palace for family, and it did not contain the nicest thoughts in the world about said family. "What I keep in my mind is mine and mine alone." Mycroft looked up, a look upon his face that Sherlock would rarely see again; sadness. "Why so sad, brother? Surely you can't just now be feeling remorse for your actions earlier. It's far too late for that. I've grown up, no thanks to you. I shall no longer need you to help me. I am my own person; I am independent." His speech over, Sherlock turned on his heel and left, not knowing, or if he did know, not caring that that was the last time he would see his brother for years, as Mycroft would be busy moving up in the world, and Sherlock himself would be busy experimenting, in many ways.
A/N: I apologize for the long wait, I have decided that from now on I will update when I can and hopefully not lose too many readers. Please review, the little box below is begging for your attention.