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"John!" Sherlock drawled, looking for his friend from over an experiment. "We need more milk."

John looked up from the book he was reading. "For someone who rarely eats, you sure go through a lot of milk."

"It's for an experiment."

"Why can't you go to Tesco?"

"I was banned..."

John looked up. "Seriously?"

"I know! They should let someone experiment with their products to determine their value!"

"You're bloody hopeless sometimes..." the doctor sighed. "But...at least that gives another idea we can use to get out of this house faster." he grinned.

"I'm not going to like this..." Sherlock glared at nothing, going back to his experiment.

John disappeared without another word.

Later on, while of course whispering his plan into Mycroft's and Sherrinford's ears, Sherlock came up for air from his experiment.

"That is a wonderful idea!" Sherrinford decided.

How did I know he'd say that? John almost face-palmed.

The eldest Holmes then decided to go over to the youngest and make a show. In Front of every. Resident. Of. The. House.

"Let us join in this event to increase our brotherly bond!" he announced, gripping Sherlock's right shoulder with his left hand and his other hand thrown up into the air in a dramatic pose.

It went so fast no one really saw what happened. Except Mycroft, he always knew what happened.

Everyone else figured it out when the middle Holmes called out "Judo flip!"

"Anyway," Sherrinford got off of the ground. "John here has told Mycroft and I a plan that might get us out of this house quicker."

"What is it?" Donovan looked up.

"I am going to tell you some stories about us." Sherrinford gestured between himself and his brothers.

The other adults nodded. It might let them leave quicker.

Anderson, however, got out a pad of paper that everyone seemed to have to take notes. Blackmail, sweet blackmail.

"The first one takes place when Sherlock was...five, right?" Sherrinford looked to Mycroft for confirmation.

The middle Holmes curtly nodded.

"Yeah, he was five. Anyway, so it was his first day of kindergarten." he began.

"The end." Sherlock walked away.

The others watched him go.

"At least now we don't have to worry about him interfering." John shrugged.

Sherrinford nodded. "So, the teacher was writing name tags for everyone, but Sherlock asked if he could write his own. He didn't understand why the teacher was writing out everybody's. The teacher, of course, was surprised that he could in fact write and let him. Then, she started teaching the class the alphabet. Sherlock complained, of course, and asked when they'd start quadratics." the eldest almost started laughing.

"Seriously?" Lestrade spit out the water he was drinking. "My God..."

"Yeah. The teacher was surprised again, so she sent him to the library to mingle with the books. As usual, Sherlock found a section about pirates. He stayed there most of the day, but he had read most of the books in that section. He was done with them quickly. The librarian, bless her soul, decided to give him an IQ test." this time he did laugh.

Mary looked startled. "She gave a five year old an IQ test? Even if he wanted to do quadratics..." she giggled a bit at the situation.

"What did he get?" Molly asked.

"He got an IQ of 192." Sherrinford answered.

"Seriously?" Anderson gaped. He didn't have that high of a score, and he was an adult!

Sherrinford didn't seem to understand. "I know! Even Mycroft got a higher score at his age!"

John face-palmed. "Somehow, I don't think that was what Anderson here meant."

"What else could he mean?"

"He could have been surprised by how high it was."

"Preposterous!" Sherrinford sighed.

They went on like this for a while.

"So, then their was the incident with all the long words." Mycroft began. "This was about three years before Sherlock was born."

"Not this one!" Sherrinford cried indignantly.

"So," the middle Holmes brother completely ignored the other one. "Sherrinford was twelve, and he was learning about different lung diseases."

John cut in. "Which is why you and Sherlock shouldn't smoke."

He was ignored.

"So, the teacher was making lists of the different lung diseases. This was so that each student could choose one and write a research paper on it. Now, Sherrinford chose a really long one. After a while, Sherrinford started screaming. This is what got him out of the medical section of college really fast."

"He was in college at age twelve?" Anderson looked ready to faint.

"Yes, keep up." Mycroft looked annoyed. "He was then diagnosed with hippopatomonstrosesquipidaeliaphobia (AN: Or however you spell the fear of long words.)"

Sherrinford cringed.

"And that is?" Anderson asked.

"The fear of big words." Mycroft grinned.

Sherrinford pushed his brother aside. "Finally, it was Christmas. Sherlock and I were at a loss about what to get Mycroft...one of the only times we have both admitted that we didn't know something."

John interrupted by clapping. "Here, here."

"So, we were walking throughout the mall. I was protecting Sherlock of course, like the amazing brother I am!" the eldest struck a pose. "We decided to go on Google and ask it what we should get our brother for Christmas. Surprisingly, we actually got a result. We then went to get that item, which happened to be an umbrella." Sherrinford smirked. "The first umbrella of many."

"And Abraham Lincoln said you can trust everything you read on the internet." Lestrade smirked.

"Burn!" Anderson wrote what Sherrinford and Lestrade said on his pad of paper.

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