AN: HEY! Happy post results day! Who else got SHIT grades? That's not true they're not shit just... disappointing. 3 As, 3 Bs and 4 Cs. Unfortunately the As were not in the subjects I need. So needless to say, I'm trying to resit and sit A levels so my life can be summarised in one word for the next few months. And it starts with an S. So my feelings can be summed up in one very simple yet highly eloquent sentence I.E: FUCK YOU MR DAVID CAMERON. 'Oh we didn't interfere with grades this year at all. It's pure coincidence that A levels and GCSEs went down in the same year.' YEAH?! OH FUCK OOOOOOFFFFFFFFF! We may not have gotten very good grades but we can fucking ADD!

Not that I'm bitter or anything...

Anyway, this prompt comes from Trakrat. I have done this one purely because it allowed me to hurt a member of the government. Oh and I apologise for the increasing level of both profanities and sexual references. One is due to my results, the other is due to spending far too much time among my friends.

Have a good one, review and join me in shouting profanities at your bedroom ceiling.

Lily

'So I repeat, what were you doing?'

'And again, I repeat, I'm not telling you.'

Sherlock snorted and flicked a page of his magazine over.

'This is a highly sensitive situation Sherlock, I would appreciate it if you would not ridicule me- ow Doctor Watson that hurts!'

I settled Mycroft's arm back on to the pillow in his lap.

Sherlock scowled 'Oh stop being such a baby Mycroft. It's not like you haven't broken your arm before!'

We both ignored him, as usual 'This is really nasty Mycroft, I'm genuinely concerned about what you were doing to break it this bad!'

'Yes, I'm noticing that Detective inspector Lestrade is suspiciously absent Mycroft.' Said Sherlock, the epitome of blue-eyed innocence. After a little while of being around Sherlock you realise that when he looks innocent, he is usually up to something. Particularly where his brother is concerned.

'Sherlock...' I said wearily.

'No, Doctor, he is quite correct, Gregory is absent and it is not usual for one's... significant other' A snort from Sherlock 'to be absent at such a time.'

'So why isn't Lestrade here?' Asked Sherlock.

'I believe he is... otherwise engaged.' Mycroft turned away and picked at a thread in the sofa.

I snapped the first aid kit shut and Sherlock closed his magazine. We have found lately that the stare works best in tandem.

'So, in what hilariously inappropriate way did you manage to injure yourself, Brother of mine?'

He told us. We stared. 'Really?'

'Yes.' He said rolling his eyes.

We looked at each other and raised our eyebrows 'One more time.' Said Sherlock.

He told us again. We looked at each other and burst out laughing.

When I could breathe again (it took quite a lot of time) I said 'Seriously? You broke your bed?!'

'Yes.' He said quietly

'Your bed? Five hundred thousand pounds worth of Louis the fourteenth oak, and you and Greg BROKE it?'

'Really Sherlock, do you have to turn everything into a dirty reference?'

'Yes Mycroft. It's funny.'

'Once more Mycroft.'

He sighed painfully 'Gregory and I were...'

'YES' shouted Sherlock and I, I really didn't want to hear about Mycroft's sexual experiences in full and glorious technicolour.

'Anyway, my bed broke, I got an arm stuck in the cross bar and when I tried to get it out there was a horrible crunching noise and I got Gregory to call you.'

'Oh my god Mycroft. It's even better than I deduced!'

I sighed in the long suffering way that I had perfected over the years. 'Go on Sherlock.'

He smiled at me 'From the way the arm is broken I knew you'd down it whilst lying down, the fact that you have only one break and it's fairly clean would be an indicator that the arm was trapped rather than it being broken by falling or having something dropped on it. And you're wearing mismatching pyjamas, which would indicate that you weren't dressed when the break occurred but got dressed very quickly afterwards, thus suggesting that you were doing something our mother told you not to. Oh, that and the fact that Greg is hiding in your wardrobe.'

'How do you know that Gregory is in my wardrobe Sherlock?' asked Mycroft tightly as I strapped the wound to hide my giggles.

'I can see his finger holding the door shut, it's hardly rocket science.' Sighed Sherlock, going back to the magazine. 'Oh, I see Justin Beiber has a new haircut. Fascinating.'

The shocked silence that followed was broken sharply by the tiny click of the wardrobe door shutting. I tightened up the last of the bandage and patted him sharply on the arm, causing him to yelp slightly in pain.

'Thank you very much Dr Watson.' He said in the strangled voice of one who has realised that the man who put the bandage on is still holding the other end and it wouldn't take a lot of pulling to make the world a very unpleasant place indeed.

'Alright, piece of cake.' I said, smirking slightly 'Just get your bed fixed and try to be more... gentle.' I shivered at the mental image that gave me and tried to recover 'Be careful Greg.' I said, raising my voice slightly.

Mycroft showed us to the door looking incredibly flushed and thanked us again. As we were walking toward a taxi rank I smirked again

'I'm starting to agree with you. Torturing your brother is fun.'

'See, I've been telling you that for three years and you always said...'

'Well let's just say, I'm starting to see the error of my ways.'

He grinned evilly.

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