Sherlock

I should have known it was my brother by the look on Mrs. Hudson's face when she told me I had someone in the flat waiting for John and I to get back from lunch. I took the stairs two at a time as usual after I hung up my coat. John had followed me, and nearly ran into my back when I stopped dead at the top of the stairs, Mycroft had sneaked into my flat and was waiting for me.

"Sherlock. She wants to see you again." I had sighed and tried to look bored. I knew who he was talking about, I didn't care to admit it to John.

"Seriously?"

"What are you talking about Sherlock? Who wants to see you?" John had moved around the door to face me and Mycroft. He had a bad day and he was not willing to play around.

"Do I have to go Mycroft?"

"Sherlock." He gave me that look that he does when he thinks I'm stupid.

"John and I just got back. We don't want to leave again."

"John doesn't have to come."

"If John doesn't go, there is absolutely know way I'm going." Mycroft frowned, and John had stamped his foot and demanded an explanation.

"Sherlock. I'm sorry."

"Mycroft?" I suppose at that time I should have suspected foul play when he said he was sorry. Before I could have done anything two men stepped out from behind my door and pulled burlap bags over mine and John's head. Without thinking, I took a big breath of air, smelling what I know I shouldn't have and within thirty seconds I had sunk to the floor, unconscious, knowing that John had done the same.

He has managed to kidnap me again. Why do I let him do this? I think it might be because I know that John would enjoy it, even if I don't. God, I'm such a stupid person. My head is hurting now, thanks to whatever Mycroft drugged me with.

"Mycroft? That was stupid. I know where we're going, no need for the bags." Mycroft chuckles as he pulls the bag from my head, "And why bother with a cab?" John's woken up now. Good.

"Where are we going Sherlock?"

"To see the queen."

"WHAT?" Mycroft smiles widely,

"You heard him."

"According to someone the queen has requested my presence. Again."

"AGAIN? You mean you've met the queen?"

"Of course! My brother is in the government, I have to meet the queen at some point."

"Wow." John doesn't say anything for a while.

"Buckingham Palace." Mycroft announces before opening the door and showing us out. John is in awe the entire time we are shown through the palace, passing sights that he'd never before seen and probably never will again.

"Sherlock!" he hissed at me, grabbing my arm, "We're in Buckingham Palace!"

"I know John."

"This is so cool!"

"It is?" He gives me a look that says 'you idiot, of course it is' "I never really thought about it like that."

"Like what?"

"That meeting the queen was cool."

"What did you think about it?"

"Just another day in the business. I meet so many people, what's one more? Even royalty?"

"Don't talk like that. I fought a war for her."

"And nearly died to. Do you think it's worth it?"

"Absolutely."

"That's where we differ. I don't think I could bring myself to fight for anyone, especially her."

"What are you saying Sherlock?"

"She's like a second mother to me, I could never fight her battles. She's too strong willed." John smiles,

"She's like a second mother?"

"Meaning I've been here more the twice John. She loves me like a son."

"Wow."

"Indeed." We are shown through the usual door into the tea room, where she sits in her chair, back to us, but I can tell she's smiling. "Majesty."

"Sherlock, you know I don't like that." I smile, good old queen Elizabeth.

"I'd like you to meet my friend, John Watson."

"I know you John Watson. You've done some good service, and for that, I thank you. But I asked Mycroft to bring you here for a reason. That reason being I'm offering Sherlock a knighthood." I laugh,

"To which I respectfully decline. Again. I don't need that, and you know it."

"Sherlock!" John chides me.

"I don't need it John. Thank you, but I must say no again. I'm happy to do service, but I will not accept a knighthood. I helped you once, and now you offer me a knighthood every year. And every year I say no. You'd think that maybe you would give up."

"You, Sherlock, of all people, should know I'm very strong willed and will not give up until you finally accept." I smile again.

"I'm sorry, Majesty, I have to leave now. I'm taking John to dinner, as promised. You wouldn't deny me dinner with my flatmate would you?" She laughs from her chair,

"Of course not. On with you. I'll see you again next year."

"I look forward to it."