"I'd expect this of Sherlock, but not you Dr. Watson." Mycroft said, as both he and John walked swiftly down the road toward a cafe near by. "Now, what was it that you found so important as to interrupt my meeting with the Prime Minister?"

"Sherlock and Jayden have been pranking each other, and frankly, I'm not sure I can handle it any longer, so I'm putting an end to it." John said. "But I need help. I've worked out the basic plan, all I need you to do is make it come alive."

John handed Mycroft the notebook, and Mycroft looked it over.

"What makes you think I would help?" Mycroft asked, handing the notebook back.

"Because you think that seeing Sherlock get a taste of his own medicine would be entertaining." John said, crossing his arms and looking at Mycroft pointedly.

"Good point..." Mycroft said slowly. "I do love to watch him squirm. It might need a bit of editing though."

Mycroft scribbled a few changes on the note pad, then presented it to John.

"I don't know," John said hesitantly. "It's a bit too realistic, don't you think?"

"Isn't that the point?"

It was. Sort of. But John didn't really want to scare Sherlock out of his mind.

"You know Sherlock, he's calm in danger." Mycroft said. "It would take something more extreme than what you planned to shake him up."

"I guess so..." John said, but he was still unsure. Mycroft had a point, but still.

"Good, then I'll get started." Mycroft said. "Get Sherlock and Jayden out of the house between 12:00pm and 2:00pm. Make him angry at you if at all possible. It would make it more effective. He would think it was his idea to leave."

"Are you sure he won't have a more... emotional response than we're looking for?" John asked.

"Positive John, I know my brother." Mycroft said. "Do stop worrying, it's annoying."

"Al-alright then." John nodded. "I-I guess I'll be going."

"Goodbye John Watson." Mycroft said. "I'm sure I will see you very soon."

As John walked away, he couldn't help but wonder if this was a good idea at all.

But Mycroft Holmes was in on it now.

John had no choice but to continue.

Next Day

John woke up, and remembered what he had to do.

He dreaded the prospect. He had to make Sherlock mad at him.

John hated it when Sherlock was mad at him. It wasn't often, but when it did happen, John felt really, really bad about it. Because Sherlock didn't get mad like a normal person. He acted overly angry when it was just a little thing, but when it was something big, something that really hurt him, he just went silent. He withdrew into himself, and stopped talking. He would go out for awhile, usually to the tower at the North end of Westminster palace, where he would sit in the face of the clock and look out at the land below him. He would stay there until he had calmed down, then come back to the flat. He didn't force John to apologize, nor did he apologize himself. He just settled back into regular life, and John followed him.

John tried to guess how angry he would have to make Sherlock to leave. He also tried to think of the best way to do it.

Stemming a fight off of one of Sherlock's insults seemed to be the best idea. But he needed to make it reasonable. He needed to have a reason to react badly since he usually didn't. It was then an idea came into his mind. He needed to pretend to be in a bad mood.

John rubbed his eyes briskly, making them appear red, and purposely set a slight tremor to his left hand. He successfully walked with a tad of a fake limp. This would be just enough that it would appear that he had had nightmares in the night, bad ones, which would give him a reason for being in such a terrible mood.

If he were faking anything else, John knew Sherlock would be able to see right through it. But as it was, John had noticed that on days when his PTSD was acting up more than normal (when there was a long period in which they had no cases) Sherlock didn't deduce him. At all. Sherlock just looked at the signs and deduced just enough to know that it was one of those days, then sort of just left John to himself. Sherlock would do little things throughout the day, just little things that made easier for John, like making tea, not doing noisy experiments, or even complaining. John knew this, because he had tested it, faking it before. When Sherlock saw the initial signs, he instantly stopped deducing, quick enough that he didn't even know the symptoms were fake.

John hated taking advantage of the one time Sherlock was actually almost... nice, but it was the only way he could think of.

Sherlock knew John was going to be grouchy the moment he saw him. Sherlock had made the tea this morning and John hadn't even noticed. He usually at least mumbled a 'thanks' or something. Meanwhile, Jayden was draped across Sherlock's chair and listening to an audio-book while eating from a bag of crisps, entirely oblivious to the tension in the flat. John knew that Sherlock was quite competitive, and no matter how hard he tried, he still had trouble control his tongue once he was riled up. As expected, Sherlock did eventually slip up and call someone an idiot, not John, but someone else, and there's where John started the fight.

"Not everyone is an idiot, Sherlock." John said.

"Name me one person that isn't."

John then proceeded to list everyone that he thought Sherlock might possibly care about.

"Lestrade, Molly, me, Jayden, Mrs. Hudson..." There were a few more added to this list as well.

"You're all idiots." Sherlock said indignantly.

"Is that right?" John asked, giving Sherlock that look he usually reserved for when he was very, very angry. "We're all idiots?"

"Of course it is, haven't you heard me for the past five and a half years?" Sherlock said.

"Yeah I have, I've just tried to ignore you up until now." John said. "I thought you might eventually change your mind. Now I see that I was wrong. I thought you would change, but you haven't!"

The fight just went on from there, Sherlock getting increasingly angry until time seemed to stop, and he just closed his eyes.

It worked. John mused. Now what am I going to do about Jayden?

"I-I'm going out." Sherlock said. He grabbed his coat then headed toward the door, pausing once he got to it. "Will you accompany me, Jayden?"

Well, that problem straightened itself out quite nicely. John thought.

Jayden, hearing his name, for the first time realized that they had said anything at all. He pulled the ear buds out of his ears, then looked back up at Sherlock.

"Sorry. What did you say?" Jayden asked. "I was sort of immersed. I just got to the part in this story where the guy-"

"I understand, Jayden." Sherlock sighed. "Will you come with me?"

It was then Jayden seemed to notice the tension in the room.

"Sure?" He said. "Just let me get my shoes."

Jayden shoved his shoes on his feet, shot John a confused glance, then followed Sherlock out the door.

A/N: So, here's the next chapter. What did you think? John's starting to regret all this a bit isn't he? I wonder what he and Mycroft have planned... Mycroft is a cruel isn't he? I mean, his edits must have been pretty interesting if they made even John Watson, the hardened war veteran, squirm. Reviews please!