Author's Note: Now who is ready for a wonderfully emotional, extremely short, slightly sappy, family-centered chapter? Good!

Chapter Eleven

Sherlock Holmes was tired. His eyes burned from the lack of sleep but he forced himself to stay awake. He adjusted the orb of light so that he could see the paper. The orbs of light were one of the greatest things that he had found in the cupboard of the Tardis. All of a sudden, the blanket was whisked away. Sherlock screamed out and Mycroft echoed it. The orb of light quickly flew away and faded out.

"What's wrong?" Mycroft cried, "And what were you doing?"

"Nothing," Sherlock quickly said.

"What's on that paper?"

"It's nothing," Sherlock repeated, quickly folding it up and putting it into the pocket of his pyjamas.

Mycroft frowned and reached for it but the door opened. The Doctor poked his head in and asked, "Everything alright?"

"Everything's fine," Sherlock smoothly responded, "Had a nightmare. Sorry."

"Don't be sorry," the Doctor kindly said, "Do you need anything?"

"No, no," Sherlock hastily cried, "I think it's best if I get back to sleep. Goodnight."

He rolled over, hoping to feign for quickly falling asleep. He even added a small snore for good measure.

The Doctor glanced over at Mycroft, an amused smile spreading across his face. Mycroft merely shrugged and said, "Thanks, Doctor. Goodnight."

The Doctor nodded and left. Mycroft peered through the keyhole and the Doctor's eye peered back. The Time Lord snorted before leaving them to their privacy. Mycroft grinned but turned and asked, "Sherlock, you're a rubbish liar. Now what are you up to?"

Sherlock sighed and sat up, "Promise that you won't tell?"

"I promise."

"Promise that you won't laugh?"

"Why would I laugh?" Mycroft asked.

He turned on the light and crossed to his brother's bed. Sherlock pulled out the piece of paper and showed it to Mycroft. Mycroft's jaw dropped as he realized that it was a sketch of the three of them—Sherlock, Mycroft, and the Doctor.

"Sherlock, this is really good," Mycroft praised, "Why would I laugh at this?"

"It's not what I drew," Sherlock mumbled, "It's why I drew it."

"Why did you draw it?"

Sherlock pointed to the clock and said, "Tomorrow's June 16th."

"Yes?" Mycroft agreed, not understanding.

But Sherlock was clamming up and looking away.

"Sherlock," Mycroft pressed, "Tell me."

"It's Father's Day!" Sherlock burst out, his cheeks flaming.

Mycroft smiled as he suddenly understood, "Aw, Sherlock…"

"You promised that you weren't going to laugh!" Sherlock cried.

"I'm not laughing," Mycroft gently said, "Sherlock, that's so sweet. Blimey, you really do have a heart."

Sherlock frowned at the comment and remarked, "Do you think that it'll be enough? I mean he's done so much for us…"

"You're right," Mycroft agreed, "I want to get him something."

"Maybe Jack will help us," Sherlock suggested.

"Good idea," Mycroft acclaimed, "Come on."

The two crept down the corridor, throwing glances back towards the console room to ensure that the Doctor couldn't hear them. After several tense moments, they reached Jack's bedroom and Mycroft knocked on the door.

"Jack, it's us," Sherlock loudly whispered, "Can we talk to you?"

Jack opened the door and jokingly said, "I didn't order any cookies."

Sherlock looked tremendously confused and replied, "Err…we're not selling cookies."

Jack exchanged a grin with Mycroft and exclaimed, "Good. Because I'm not ordering any. What's up?"

"Can you take us to the store?" Mycroft asked.

Jack looked surprised and asked, "Why not have the Doctor take you?"

"We don't want him to know," Sherlock admitted, "We want it to be a surprise."

The brothers quickly explained why and Sherlock even added, "Please?"

"Sure, why not?" Jack easily said.

He ducked back into the bedroom and threw on his coat over his boxers. He then scrawled a quick note to the Doctor and grabbed the vortex manipulator.

"Where did you have in mind?" Jack asked.

Sherlock whispered a destination and Jack grinned, "Sure thing. Hold on."

The brothers grabbed his arm and he hit the button on his wrist. The two closed their eyes and when they opened them, they saw that they were in a bowtie warehouse.

"Wicked," Sherlock grinned.

They couldn't choose one so they got him five:

One that spun around like helicopter blades, allowing the person to levitate

One that changed colors

One that had mini bow-ties on it

One that vibrated when there was danger nearby

One that produced lovely music

"He's going to love them," Jack assured the brothers as they zapped back to the Tardis, landing in the console room.

Unfortunately, the Doctor was still awake. He frowned and slowly said, "Really?"

The Doctor then held up a note:

GONE FISHING

JACK, SHERLOCK, MYCROFT

"Really?" Mycroft asked Jack.

"Sorry," Jack shrugged.

The Doctor crossed his arms and asked, "Where were you?"

The three exchanged guilty looks but didn't answer.

"I'm going to count to three," the Doctor decided, "One, two, three…"

"Three, two, one, go!" Jack cried.

Sherlock and Mycroft simultaneously spun around and raced away. The two brothers ducked into the bedroom and Jack hastily said, "Well Doctor, it's been fun but I'm afraid that I have to get going. I'll be at Cardiff if you need anything. Bye!"

Before the Doctor could do anything, Jack touched the vortex manipulator and left.

The Doctor rolled his eyes and clicked his Sonic. Jack reappeared and walked several steps before realizing where he was. He looked sheepish, but the Time Lord merely said, "You might want to get some trousers."

"They've seen worse," Jack grinned before hitting the button again.

The Doctor clicked the sonic and this time Jack was ready. His arms were crossed and he impatiently sighed, "What?"

"You're not getting away that easily. You kidnapped my companions!"

"Kidnap is a bold word," Jack lightly said, "They asked me to take them."

The Doctor looked slightly hurt as he asked, "Why not ask me?"

Jack grinned and remarked, "Why don't you ask them that? Oh and for the record I'm taking this thing off before you can teleport me back again."

He hit the button and vanished. The Doctor clicked the Sonic but nothing happened. He sighed and entered the bedroom. At first glance, it was completely empty. He sat on the bed before flipping upside down to face Sherlock beneath it.

"Seems a bit overt, don't you think?"

"It's so overt, it's covert," Sherlock mumbled.

Nevertheless he sighed and crawled out.

The Doctor then calmly walked over to the wardrobe and opened it. Mycroft fell out and the Doctor caught him before he hit the floor.

"Thanks," Mycroft muttered.

"Alright boys, what's going on?"

Mycroft glanced at Sherlock who suddenly burst out, "Look we wanted to do something special because it's Father's Day and we never did anything for our father because well you've seen how he is and we just wanted to say thank you for everything that you've done so far!"

Sherlock paused, wondering if he had just said all of that aloud. He glanced at his brother who swallowed and said, "Well…that pretty much summarizes it."

"We're really sorry that we snuck out," Sherlock pressed, before the Doctor could say anything, "But we wanted to surprise you!"

"Happy Father's Day, Doctor," Mycroft mumbled, handing him a wrapped box.

The Doctor looked both surprised and touched. He unwrapped the present and stared at the bowties and picture in awe.

"We're sorry that we snuck out," Sherlock repeated, the rest of his sentence muffled as the Doctor tightly hugged him and Mycroft.

"Thank you," the Doctor gently said.

"You're welcome!"

"You should thank Jack," Mycroft sheepishly said, "He was the one who took us."

"You're welcome," Jack called.

The three turned, amused, and Jack poked his head in the doorway, "Sorry. Don't mean to interrupt. Apparently my supervisor doesn't want me strutting around in my boxers. He said not after the last time."

He hit the vortex manipulator and was gone.

"Doctor," Sherlock slowly said, "Your friends are weird."