A/N: 60 chapters, wow. Think I can get up to 93 chapters like Being 16? Hope everyone's still enjoying this. Big stuff comin' up. I'm excited.

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Sherlock is very happy that his brother is visiting. He wakes up eager the next morning and hopes his dad will let him stay home from school, but Clement says he can only take Friday off, and that he will still be able to spend enough time with Mycroft.

"But Dad," Sherlock argues, "I just don't want Mycroft to be bored all day here by himself. Uncle is taking Brook to the rehab facility today, isn't he?"

Clement rolls his eyes. "Son, I know that worked when you were in primary school and Mycroft would stay at home sick, but it's not working now. You can go to school. Mycroft won't be home alone. He'll have the dog."

Sherlock frowns deeply.

"Eggs?" Clement asks.

"Not hungry," Sherlock mumbles.

Clement sighs. "If you're good, I'll let you stay home tomorrow and Friday. No mouthing off to teachers today. I want no failing progress reports. When I say be good, I mean it."

Sherlock perks up. "I will be!"

"Good," Clement says. "Now, go wake everyone. Breakfast will be ready in a few minutes."

Sherlock hops off his stool and runs around the house to wake everyone up. Declan is on the sofa, so he smacks his arm and Declan jumps awake and screams. Sherlock laughs loudly, he even hears his dad laugh, then he runs up the stairs to avoid Declan's tackle attempt.

He goes to Mycroft's room next, where Asher is sleeping, but he finds Asher already awake and talking on the phone. Sherlock leaves him alone then goes down the hall to Declan's room to wake Brook. He's nervous about this, because he and Brook didn't talk that much during dinner the night before.

Sherlock lightly knocks on the door and enters.

"What's up, 'Lock?" Brook asks, his back to the door.

"How'd you know it was me?"

"Declan's room and I'm his brother. He wouldn't have knocked."

"Oh," Sherlock sighs. "Uhm, my dad said breakfast is almost ready, if you want any."

"Right," Brook mutters.

Sherlock frowns and sinks away from the door. He's about to close it when Brook calls him back.

"Yes?" Sherlock asks.

Brook sits up and turns around in the bed, now facing Sherlock. "Can we talk really fast?"

"Sure," Sherlock hesitantly says. He's nervous that Brook is going to accuse him of tattling about his drug problem. He fully enters the room and closes the door behind him.

Brook rubs his face, clearly waking himself up more, and adjusts to give Sherlock room to sit down. Sherlock sits, still a bit nervous.

Brook starts after long silent seconds. "I wanted to say that I'm sorry about what happened when you came to visit. I was so far out of line that…that's there really is no forgiving me, I see that now. I shouldn't have done any of that in front of you, you shouldn't have even seen me drunk. God, I shouldn't have…I offered you some, didn't I? Fuck, Sherlock, I'm so sorry."

Sherlock's not still upset with Brook. He was more scared than angry when it happened anyway. Mycroft, of course, was livid, but Sherlock was concerned and scared for and of his favorite cousin. Forgiving Brook when he's this sorry is easy.

"It's okay," Sherlock says.

"It's not okay, Sherlock. I know you're trying to spare my feelings or whatever. I know I fucked up and I'm…I have to get through this."

"I'm glad," Sherlock says. "I'm glad you're alright. I just…I couldn't help but think you did…what you did…because of me."

Brook violently shakes his head. "No, no way. Do not ever think that, ever. I mean it, Sherlock."

"Alright," Sherlock says. "I just want you to get better."

"I will. And the first thing I'm going to do when I get out is take you and my brother somewhere on holiday."

Sherlock cracks a smile. "You don't have to—"

"I'm going to. I'll be out in six months, think about where you want to go."

Sherlock smiles wider. "Okay."

"I hear India is nice."

"India?"

"Sure! Or maybe Hawaii? Maybe Disneyland? We haven't been since Grandpa took us when you and Dec were, what? Six? That sounds fun, doesn't it?"

"Sure, Brook."

Brook reaches over and grasps Sherlock's shoulder. "I'm sorry. Okay? I promise, I mean it with all my heart and I'll never be that stupid in front of you again."

Sherlock nods. "Okay. I forgive you."

Brook leans over more and hugs Sherlock, but it's awkward the way they're sitting so he lets go.

"Breakfast, then?" Brook asks.

"Yeah. I'm just going to go wake John and I'll be down there."

Brook grins as Sherlock stands from the bed. "You and John, huh. My dad had told me last year when you two, I don't know, came out to the family, I guess. But I wasn't that surprised."

Sherlock laughs. "No, I wouldn't expect you to be."

"I always knew you thought he was hot as hell. By that little blush you got when I said that to you when you were a kid. Remember?"

Sherlock nods. "Yeah, I remember that."

Brook smiles and stands from the bed. "Well, go wake that boy of yours."

"Okay," Sherlock says, opening the bedroom door.

"Oh, and 'Lock?"

Sherlock looks back at Brook.

"I love you, cousin."

Sherlock smiles. "Love you too, Brook."

Sherlock leaves Brook alone, then runs down the hall to his bedroom. He throws the door open and runs to the bed, where John is still sleeping. He jump right on top of John.

"What the hell!" John yells.

Sherlock laughs and kisses his cheek over and over. "Wake up!"

John furrows his eyebrows. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

Sherlock sits up on John's hip and shakes him. "I want you to wake up!"

"I'm fucking awake you fucking arse!"

Sherlock laughs and lays over John again. "You're grouchy."

"Someone kept me up with his fucking kicking all night. What the hell were you dreaming about? Fighting ninjas?"

"No, actually, I was dreaming about hydrogen atoms."

"Oh my fucking god."

Sherlock laughs again. He smacks a kiss to John's neck and gets off of him. "Breakfast is ready."

John groans as he sits up in bed. "I want to sleep longer."

"Hey, if my dad won't let me stay home from school today, you can't stay home either."

"Fine, fine," John sighs, throwing the blankets off of him and getting out of Sherlock's bed.

Sherlock kneels on the ground, where Mystery is waiting for his morning greeting, then flops the dog's ears and pets him wildly. Mystery gets excited and riled up, so he runs out of the room as fast as he can.

Sherlock's about to follow the dog when John clears his throat. "Excuse me."

Sherlock turns back to him. "What?"

"Where's my morning greeting?"

Sherlock grins wickedly, then marches over to John and pushes him back down onto the bed. John sits firmly at the edge, then welcomes an armful of Sherlock when Sherlock climbs onto his lap.

The kiss Sherlock gives him isn't sweet or kind, it's hard and lustful and sex in a kiss, really. That's how John feels about it.

Sherlock holds John's head still as he thoroughly plunders his mouth, thrusting his body against John's in a suggestive way.

John moans over and over, running his hands over Sherlock's sides and eventually grabbing his bum to pull Sherlock closer against him, maybe hoping to create some real friction that seems so promising.

Sherlock pulls back with a smack. He pants in John's face and smiles widely.

"Good?" he asks.

John nods over and over. "Good, very good, wonderful."

Sherlock stands up and John whines.

"Breakfast," Sherlock says again.

John clears his throat and pushes on his growing erection with the hell of his hand. "Yeah, I'll be down in a second."

Sherlock laughs. He kisses John again, this time light and sweetly. "I love you," he says.

"I love you too, you wanker."

Sherlock steps away towards the door. "You're clearly the wanker."

John laughs. "I hate you, actually. You're awful."

Sherlock gives him one last smile and disappears from the room.

Sherlock rushes down the stairs, and as he's passing the front door, the doorbell rings. He eagerly answers, knowing it's Mycroft, and he's happy when he's right.

"I still don't have a key to this house," Mycroft says instead of a greeting.

"Do you have a key to Lestrade's?"

"As a matter of fact, I do."

"Wow, really?"

"Yes, why wouldn't I?"

"Because…you don't even have a key to here."

"Exactly," Mycroft says.

The brothers go to the kitchen on time for breakfast to be served. They take their seats at the dining room table, Sherlock next to Declan and Mycroft across from him.

"Where's John?" Clement asks.

Sherlock smirks. "He's brushing his teeth."

"Ew," Declan whispers.

Sherlock elbows him. Declan laughs.

John joins a minute later. Now he's dressed and clean, and welcomes him to the table with a sly wink. John rolls his eyes and ignores Sherlock, taking some eggs and toast for his plate instead of paying attention to his boyfriend.

Mycroft says he'll take the boys to school after breakfast, and Sherlock is happy about that. He gets into the front passenger seat next to Mycroft so they can talk, while John and Declan discuss homework and other things in the back.

When Mycroft drops them off, he tells Sherlock one more thing.

"Dad wants you to ask your anatomy teacher what your grade is. If it's reasonable, he says you can stay home tomorrow and Friday both. And if it's good, Lestrade has a case for you."

Sherlock brightens up. "Really?! Alright!"

"And no lying! If it's an F, tell Dad!"

"It's not an F!"

Mycroft raises an eyebrow.

Sherlock frowns. "Alright, I'll ask."

"Good," Mycroft says. "Have a good day."

"You too," Sherlock says back, then gets out of the car to follow John and Declan to the building.