Sherlock Age: 26

I push off the ground one more time, bringing my legs up to my chest and spinning in the chair again. This is what my life has come too. Spinning around and around in an office chair, thinking of nothing. Being bored. I spin again, staring at my knees, so as not to get dizzy. I'm behind on the rent again, hopefully I won't get evicted. It would be the third time this month. I sigh loudly, letting my frustration out in one long breath. Bored. Bored.

"BORED." I spin some more, this is the most fun you can have when you're bored. Bored. Bored. Bored. There's nothing. I've been detoxed, so I don't have that, I don't live with my brother anymore. My television has been taken away, Mycroft took my violin, my landlady hates me. There isn't anything for me. I don't like people so I can't go out with friends. Bored. The landlady took my gun. Bored. I rest my forehead on my knees as I spin, the bare room flashing past my eyes. "BORED."

"Maybe you wouldn't be so bored if you had listened to me." I leap up,

"HOLY SHIT! MYCROFT I WILL KILL YOU!" He's in my doorway, leaning on his umbrella, it's not raining outside so I don't know why he has it. Loser.

"You should have taken my case." I sigh, leave it to him to come up with some way to make me get out of the flat. His case is bogus, there isn't really a point to me taking it. I mean America? Come on! America is out of country even.

"I don't want to go to America to track down something you've lost. It's your fault, you should go look for it."

"I thought you'd want to see mummy." Mother. No. I haven't seen her in years. I don't want to start now,

"Mycroft, you don't understand the..." I struggle for a word, oh, "coldness between mother and I. I'd rather not see her."

"Right, because you don't like anybody." I smile,

"Correct, for once in your life Mycroft, you read me correctly. I don't like anyone."

"Is this why you got kicked out of the university?" Quick! Defend yourself stupid!

"That wasn't my fault."

"Sure it wasn't Sherlock, I'm sure it wasn't."

"Mycroft. Really. It wasn't my fault. The lab just... Didn't get on well with me."

"And so it just so happened to blow up did it?"

"Yes!"

"Sherlock." His voice is stern, like he's trying to make me feel bad, it really wasn't my fault.

"Mycroft." My tone is mocking. He should feel bad now. I didn't do anything wrong. The dean just didn't like that I knew more then him. I spin the chair again, wishing that when I revolve around to where he is, he'll be gone. No such luck. He reaches out and stops my chair, "OI! I was spinning in my chair!"

"And I was talking to you." I roll my eyes,

"No you weren't. You were scolding me for something that happened a long time ago."

"It wasn't that long ago."

"To me it was. I've left it behind. I don't need any degrees, or anything. Unlike you, I'm fine with hardly any education at all, I have everything I need already in my head. I can make a living for myself without a college degree."

"How far behind are you in your rent?" That stops me. How does he know about that?

"Not to bad actually."

"I'm willing to pay you to go to America and track down the bloody traitor." I roll my eyes again,

"Mycroft, money bribes don't work on me. I'm sure I'll get some money sometime or other, and then I'll be fine."

"Sherlock. You can't rely on just that." I sigh, oh Hell. He's going to give me another bloody lecture, I'm really not wanting any of this right now.

"Yes I can, and don't go into detail of why you think I can't. I've been living like this for years, and nothing you say or do is going to stop that Mycroft. You can't control me. I meant what I said when I left okay. I don't want to see you anymore."

"I know you did. Which is why I come to see you any way. You need someone Sherlock, a friend or something like that. You can't just live alone all the time anymore."

"Yes I can." Why is he doing this to me? He's so mean. Why doesn't he just fall down the stairs now? Please?

"No you can't. And if you aren't going to take the case, I'm going to make you take it."

"I'd like to see you try."

"Are you sure you mean that Sherlock?" I look him over, the serious look in his face, the one that said, I'm through with dealing with a child, either you shape up now or you're going to regret it. Ignore it. Sadly, he's serious, he's going to make me take it. I guess that might be a good thing. I'm so bored.

"Yes I am." Mycroft sighs and hangs his head a moment,

"I wish you hadn't said that."

"I'll expect the money in my bank account by the time I get back." He looks up.

"What?"

"You're going to find some way to make me go, you better give me the money by the time I get back."

"Sherlock, what are you saying?" Oh God do I hate myself right now. Why can't anything be easy?

"You know perfectly well. I know that syringe in your pocket has methohexital in it. I can smell it." Mycroft sighs as I stick my arm out, "There's no way I'm leaving this flat without it so go ahead." He smiles a little bit,

"You are something else. Sometimes I wonder how I'm related to you."

"I know." I feel the pinch of the needle piercing my skin, and feel the liquid going through my veins. I blink a couple of times, my eyelids getting heavy, "Mycroft, if I die, I'm going to kill you." He smiles,

"I know." Then everything goes blank.

I know I promised this YESTERDAY but I got busy, it being new year and all. Oh well. Here it is today. And most likely you'll have something else by the end of the day. Hopefully. I won't make any promises because I don't know if I'll have the time, I have loads to do today, school starting on Monday and everything. So hopefully you'll have something else by the end of the day.

Until Gallifrey is free,

Time Lord Victorious