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Destinee is in the parlor. She is waiting for Sherlock to come into the room. Sherlock loves to sleep in. He isn't a morning person. He may act like one, but he is not. One time, he had to get up at 6 for a case. He was grumpy and exhausted. He fell asleep with his head resting on John's shoulder.

Destinee: How long do you think he will be asleep for?

John: The latest he's slept was 10 in the morning.

Destinee nods.

Destinee: Wow. I could never sleep that late.

John chuckles.

John: Yeah.

Sherlock: Are you guys talking about me?

Destinee and John look up. They see Sherlock. He looks exhausted. He is wearing his robe. His hair is a mess. He yawns and sips his tea. John looks up at the clock.

John: It's 9:30. How did you sleep?

Sherlock grunts.

Sherlock: I slept well. Is there a new case?

John: Not that I know of.

Sherlock nods and looks at Destinee.

Sherlock: Good morning, Destinee.

Destinee smiles at him.

Destinee: Good morning.

Sherlock yawns and goes into the kitchen. Destinee chuckles.

Destinee: He looks ridiculous with his hair all messy. In a good way, of course.

John: He looks adorable.

Destinee: Adorable?

John blushes and looks away.

John: Uh, I didn't say anything.

Destinee smiles fondly and rolls her eyes. Sherlock walks back into the parlor. He sits down in his armchair. He brushes his hair back. He shivers slightly. His teeth chatter.

Sherlock: It's cold in here.

Destinee: It's not that cold.

Sherlock chuckles darkly.

Sherlock: Yeah, for you. I'm freezing.

Sherlock shudders and sips his tea.

Sherlock: John, is the heater on?

John: It's been on.

Sherlock groans.

Sherlock: Well, it's ain't doing a bloody thing. It's still cold.

John chuckles.

Destinee: Would you rather go outside?

Sherlock looks offended and pulls his robe tighter around himself.

Sherlock: Hell no.

Destinee: Then, stop complaining like a baby.

Sherlock: Shut up. I thought you were shy.

Destinee: Yeah, around new people. I've known you two for months.

Sherlock nods.

Sherlock: I know.

Destinee looks over at her phone. She looks nervous.

Destinee: Guys, we've got ourselves a new case.

Sherlock: Seriously? I don't want to go out in the fucking cold.

John: You'll live.

Sherlock: No, I'll get frostbite.

John rolls his eyes.

Destinee: We should go. This looks bad.

Sherlock sighs.

Sherlock: Fine, let me get bundled up.

Sherlock goes into his room. He puts on his Belstaff coat. He puts his scarf around his neck. He looks out the window and shivers at how cold it looks. He really doesn't want to go outside, but he doesn't have much of a choice. He is a detective. He has to go. He leaves his room and goes downstairs to the front door. Destinee and John are waiting for him.

John: Are you ready?

Sherlock: Not really. Let's get this over with.

They leave the flat. Sherlock feels the cold wind. He shivers, and his teeth chatter. He tucks his face into his scarf. He hates the cold. He forgot to bring his gloves. His hands are already numb. He rubs his hands together to try to warm them up. They arrive at the crime scene. It is outside, just his luck. Sherlock goes over to Lestrade, while John and Destinee go over to the body. Lestrade sees him.

Lestrade: Sherlock, I'm so happy that you're here.

Sherlock nods, and his teeth chatter. His lips must be blue by now. Lestrade looks worried.

Lestrade: Sherlock, are you alright? You look dreadfully cold.

Sherlock shudders. He puts his hands in his pockets.

Sherlock: I'm fine.

Lestrade doesn't look convinced.

Lestrade: You're shivering like crazy, Sherlock.

Sherlock shakes as the wind blows.

Sherlock: Fine, I am cold. It's bloody freezing out here. I can't feel my body!

Lestrade: You didn't have to come if it was that cold for you.

Sherlock stares at him.

Sherlock: I'm the detective here, Lestrade. They wouldn't have been able to figure it out.

Sherlock points at the police.

Lestrade: Ok, fair enough, but I don't want you to get sick.

Sherlock: I won't get sick. I'll be fine. This won't take long.

Lestrade: Alright.

Sherlock goes over to the body. He is shaking like a leaf. He kneels down next to the body and examines it. Destinee looks at him.

Destinee: Are you cold, Sherlock?

Sherlock: I'm fine.

John: How are you fine? You're shaking like a leaf.

Sherlock: That doesn't matter. You dragged me out here. I might as well solve this crime.

Destinee sighs.

Destinee: We didn't think you would get this cold.

Sherlock: I get cold easily, Destinee. I thought that was obvious.

Destinee looks down.

Destinee: Sorry.

Sherlock sighs.

Sherlock: Let me get this done.

Destinee and John nod. Lestrade walks over with a blanket. He puts it over Sherlock's shoulders. Sherlock grunts.

Sherlock: What the hell are you doing?

Lestrade: You're freezing, Sherlock. You need this blanket.

Sherlock: No, I don't.

Sherlock goes to take it off. The wind blows, and Sherlock shivers badly. He pulls the blankets tighter around himself.

Sherlock: Ok, fine, I relent.

30 minutes later, Sherlock finishes examining the case. His body is shaking uncontrollably. His lips are blue and his cheeks are red. He looks very pale. John looks at him.

John: That's it. We're going home.

John grabs Sherlock's arm.

Sherlock: But-

John: No buts, you're going to get hypothermia out here.

Destinee: He's right, Sherlock. You're very pale and shaky.

Sherlock groans.

Sherlock: Fine. I can't feel my legs anyway.

John: Yep, not a good sign.

Destinee and John take Sherlock home. They go inside the flat. John helps a shivering Sherlock take off his heavy coat. Destinee lights the fireplace. John helps Sherlock put on his pajamas. Sherlock lies down on the couch. Destinee puts a blanket over him.

Sherlock: Thank you.

Destinee and John nod. Sherlock's teeth chatter.

Sherlock: I'm cold.

John strokes his hair.

John: I know, it's going to be alright.

Sherlock pulls the blankets tighter around himself. Destinee and John are worried about him. They don't want him to get sick.

John: Promise me you won't do that again. You scared me.

Sherlock shudders.

Sherlock: I promise.

John takes his hand and smiles.

John: Good.

Sherlock smiles slightly. He closes his eyes and falls asleep. Destinee puts his hand on John's shoulder. John looks at her.

Destinee: I'll be in my room. Let me know if you need anything.

John smiles and nods.

John: Alright, thanks.

Destinee smiles and goes upstairs to her room.

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Destinee wakes up the next morning. She remembers what happened with Sherlock. She hopes that he didn't get sick. She gets dressed and goes downstairs into the parlor. She sees Sherlock sitting in his armchair, working on paperwork. She is surprised that he is up. It is 7:30 in the morning. He looks determined, though tired. His hair is messy. Destinee walks over to him.

Destinee: Hey, Sherlock.

Sherlock hums absently.

Destinee: How are you feeling?

Sherlock: Fine.

Destinee frowns. He is acting very distant. She is used to him acting like this, but it has been a while. Sherlock flips through his papers.

Destinee: What are you working on?

Sherlock: A case.

Destinee sighs.

Destinee: I figured that much. But what is it about?

Sherlock grunts and doesn't respond. He isn't paying attention. Destinee is upset. Why is he acting like this? She didn't do anything wrong.

Destinee: Did I do something wrong?

Sherlock flips one of the papers.

Destinee: Sherlock!

Sherlock doesn't look up at her.

Sherlock: Some peace and quiet would be greatly appreciated.

Destinee frowns. What the (h) is his problem? He is being distant for no reason. She crosses her arms.

Destinee: Fine, have it your way.

Destinee walks out and closes the door. Sherlock looks up and wrinkles his nose in confusion. What is up with her? He shrugs and looks down at his paper.

-

Destinee is walking through the hallway. She has tears in her eyes. She doesn't know why she cares so much about Sherlock not talking to her. She thought that they were friends. She shouldn't be so upset, but she can't help it. She leans against the wall and cries into her hands. John walks into the hallway. He sees her and looks worried. He rushes over to her.

John: Destinee, what's wrong?

Destinee sniffles.

Destinee: Sherlock won't talk to me. I know he can be distant at times, but this is so out of nowhere. Is he mad at me?

John's eyes soften. He places his hand on her shoulder.

John: No, he's not mad at you. You know how he gets when he is focused on a case.

Destinee: Not like this.

John: Do you want me to talk to him?

Destinee: Yes, please.

John smiles and nods.

John: Alright. Now, stop crying.

Destinee sniffles and wipes her tears away.

-

John walks into the parlor. Sherlock is still looking at his papers. John clears his throat.

Sherlock: What is it, John? Can't you see I'm busy?

John: Yeah, i can. But, this is important.

Sherlock sighs.

Sherlock: What is it?

John: Put the papers down.

Sherlock groans.

Sherlock: Fine.

Sherlock puts the papers down. John sits next to him. He takes a deep breath.

John: Destinee is upset.

Sherlock: Yeah, I thought so. She was very ill-tempered.

John facepalms.

John: No, you made her upset.

Sherlock looks confused.

Sherlock: How did I make her upset?

John: She was trying to talk to you, Sherlock. She said that you barely spoke to her.

Sherlock: I was working on this case. I needed peace and quiet.

John sighs.

John: She wanted to talk to you, Sherlock.

Sherlock looks down.

Sherlock: I guess I did push her away.

John: She cares about you, Sherlock. She was crying in the hallway.

Sherlock feels bad. He didn't mean to upset her. He can be very distant when he is foucused on a case.

Sherlock: I'll talk to her.

John: Good.

-

Sherlock goes to Destinee's room. He knocks on the door.

Sherlock: It's me, Sherlock.

He doesn't hear a response. He sighs.

Sherlock: I'm not good at this, but I wanted to apologize to you. I regret what I did to you.

The door opens. Destinee is standing there. Her eyes are red from crying. She sniffles.

Destinee: What do you want?

Sherlock sighs.

Sherlock: John told me that I upset you. I didn't mean to make you upset. I was very busy, and I didn't realize what you were feeling.

Destinee sighs.

Destinee: I know that you like solving your cases, but I wanted to talk to you. I thought you were ignoring me.

Sherlock: I know, and I'm sorry about that. I'll try to give you more attention from now on.

Destinee shakes her head.

Destinee: It's not about attention. I just don't want to be ignored. Especially after you almost froze to death yesterday. I was worried about you.

Sherlock nods.

Sherlock: I understand.

Destinee takes a shuddering breath. Sherlock puts his hand on her shoulder.

Sherlock: I won't ignore you ever again, I promise. I know that I'm lucky to have you.

Destinee chuckles.

Destinee: Yeah, but you can still be yourself.

Sherlock: You want me to be a high functioning sociopath?

Destinee: Whatever makes you happy. You shouldn't change everything about yourself for one person.

Sherlock: Yeah, that makes sense.

Destinee pulls him into a hug.

Destinee: You're a great friend.

Sherlock smiles softly and hugs her back.

Sherlock: Thank you. You're a great friend, too.

Destinee smiles. She pulls away.

Destinee: So, what was that case about?

Sherlock smirks.

Sherlock: A man was murdered in a very brutal way. He was hung up with his head hanging from his leg. It was a very interesting case.

Destinee: Have you solved it?

Sherlock: No, I've been having trouble with it.

Destinee: You should've asked us for help.

Sherlock: I guess I'm not good at asking for help.

Destinee chuckles.

Destinee: Yeah? I didn't know that.

Sherlock chuckles and rolls his eyes.

Sherlock: Do you want to help? I'll show you the papers.

Destinee: Of course.

Destinee and Sherlock go into the parlor. Sherlock hands the papers to Destinee. Destinee sits down and looks them over. She scratches her head.

Destinee: You're right. This is a difficult case. Like, how did the killer put the head on the man's leg?

Sherlock: Exactly. It makes no sense.

Destinee: Is there someone else we could ask for help?

Sherlock shakes his head. Destinee looks confused.

Destinee: What about your brother?

Sherlock crosses his arms.

Sherlock: No, I'm not asking for his help.

Destinee: Why not? He's your brother. I bet he would love to help.

Sherlock: Yeah, he would. That's the problem.

Destinee: Why is that the problem?

Sherlock: I don't want to see him. I can't stand him.

Destinee: I know that is a lie. You love your brother.

Sherlock grunts.

Sherlock: No, I don't.

Sherlock rolls his eyes and walks out. Destinee shakes her head.

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Destinee is sitting in the parlor. She is waiting for Sherlock to wake up. It is 10 in the morning. She knows that he likes to sleep in, but she didn't expect him to sleep for this long. She stands up and walks to his room. She knocks on the door. She doesn't hear a response. He must be asleep still. She sighs and quietly opens the door. She walks inside and shuts the door. She looks over at his bed. Sherlock is still asleep. He is curled up on his side, under the blankets. His black hair is sprawled on the pillow. He is sleeping peacefully. Destinee smiles softly. She has never seen him look so peaceful and calm before. He is always on edge and tense. She walks over to the bed. She wonders how he sleeps for this long. If she tried, she would feel so drained and exhausted. She sleeps until 6 in the morning. Don't judge her, she can't help getting up early.

She blushes when she realizes that Sherlock is shirtless. She covers her eyes and looks away. She shouldn't be looking at him in this state. She didn't mean to. She didn't even know that he wasn't wearing a shirt. She walks back over to the bed and pulls the blankets over his chest. Sherlock stirs slightly. Destinee holds her breath. She can't stay in here. She doesn't want Sherlock to know what she was staring at his bare chest. She blushes and walks out of his room. She doesn't find him attractive, but she can see that he is good-looking. She isn't blind. She goes back into the parlor. She takes a deep breath and tries to stop blushing.

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Sherlock starts to wake up. He rubs his eyes and yawns. He sits up and stretches. He grabs his robe and puts it on. His chest is still exposed, but he thinks nothing of it. He is used to wearing only a robe in the morning. He shivers slightly from the cold air. He rubs his arms to stay warm. He looks at himself in the mirror. His hair is a mess. He rakes his hand through his curls. He looks over at his clock. He gasps when she sees that it is 10:30 in the morning. He has never slept for that long before. He has so much work to do today. He puts on his slippers and goes downstairs into the parlor. He sees Destinee sitting in the parlor. He smiles and walks inside.

Sherlock: Good morning, Destinee.

Destinee looks up at him and blushes. He is wearing a robe, sure, but his chest is visible. She is so embarrassed that she can't stop looking at his chest. She doesn't even like him like that

Destinee: G Good morning.

Sherlock looks concerned.

Sherlock: Are you alright?

Destinee: Yeah, I've just never seen your bare chest before.

Sherlock looks down at himself.

Sherlock: Oh, sorry, I'm used to only wearing a robe in the morning.

Destinee turns beet red.

Destinee: Only a robe?

Sherlock blushes.

Sherlock: Well, and pants, obviously.

Destinee: Oh, right.

Sherlock: I'll go put on a shirt.

Destinee nods. Sherlock goes into the laundry room. Destinee sighs in relief.

Destinee: Calm yourself, Destinee. You have to focus on convincing him to ask his brother for help.

Destinee stops talking when she hears Sherlock come back into the room. He is wearing a black shirt with his blue robe.

Sherlock: Did you say something?

Destinee: No, of course not.

Sherlock nods and sits down next to her. He takes out the papers for the case. He looks at them.

Sherlock: I've never been so annoyed with a case before.

Destinee: That's a first.

Sherlock chuckles.

Destinee: Are you sure you don't want to ask your brother for help?

Sherlock frowns.

Sherlock: No, I will never do that.

Destinee rolls her eyes.

Destinee: Why not? He's your brother. You're always talking about him anyway.

Sherlock crosses his arms.

Sherlock: He thinks that he is smarter than I am. I don't want you to think the same thing.

Destinee: It doesn't matter if he's smarter than you. You would still be my friend. Besides, you may come to see how much you care for each other. Besides, I've always wanted to meet your big brother. His name is Mycroft, right?

Sherlock: Yeah.

Destinee: That's a cool name.

Sherlock scoffs.

Sherlock: Not as cool as mine.

Destinee rolls her eyes.

Destinee: Whatever you say. So, are you going to ask him?

Sherlock: No!

Desinee frowns at him.

Destinee: Sherlock-

Sherlock tugs on his hair.

Sherlock: Why are you so insistent about this? You don't even know my brother.

Destinee: Well, maybe I want to know about him.

Sherlock looks at her.

Sherlock: Why in bloody hell would you want to know about my bloody brother?

Destinee: You're family, Sherlock. Why wouldn't I want to meet your dear brother? I'm sure he's not that bad.

Sherlock: He's colder and calculating than I am. I don't think your shy personality would be able to handle him.

Destinee: Well, I guess that's true, but how will I ever get out of my shyness if I don't meet new people? You're own brother would be a good start.

Sherlock sighs and stands up.

Sherlock: Fine, I'll think about it.

Destinee smiles and hugs him.

Destinee: Thank you, Sherlock!

Sherlock rolls his eyes fondly. He smiles softly. He covers it up with a scowl.

Sherlock: Yeah, yeah, you can stop hugging me now.

Sherlock pushes her away. Destinee rolls her eyes fondly.

Destinee: You know you like my hugs.

Sherlock: Whatever.

Sherlock walks out of the parlor. Destinee smiles and sits down. She hopes that he agrees. She really wants to meet his older brother.

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Sherlock goes into his room. He doesn't understand why Destinee wants to meet his brother so much. She doesn't even know what he is capable of. He probably wouldn't even like her. She is a goldfish if he's ever seen one. She is the complete opposite of Mycroft. He doesn't want Mycroft to ruin her spirits. He can be mean and nasty when he wants to be. If he asks Mycroft to come over, he will have to make sure that Mycroft doesn't hurt Destinee's feelings. He takes out his phone and sends Mycroft a text.

Sherlock texting: I need your help with a case.

Mycroft texting: Oh, brother mine, it's been so long.

Sherlock texting: Will you help me or not?

Mycroft texting: Hey, now, it's been a while since you've spoken to me. I think we should have a talk about this in person, don't you?

Sherlock texting: Ok, fine. Where do you have in mind?

Mycroft: My house, obviously. Tomorrow at 9.

Sherlock groans.

Sherlock texting: Mycroft, you know I sleep in until 10 at the most.

Mycroft texting: I don't care. You're the one who wants my help.

Sherlock texting: Ok, fine.

Mycroft texting: See you then, brother mine.

Sherlock texting: Yeah, whatever.

Sherlock puts his phone down and sighs. He hopes that he doesn't regret this.

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Sherlock wakes up at 8 in the morning. He feels exhausted. He has never gotten up this early before. He yawns loudly. He rubs his eyes and gets out of bed. He puts on his black shirt and jacket. He combs his hair. His eyes are drooping. He hates getting up early. Why did his brother insist on meeting so early in the morning? He probably knew that he wasn't a morning person. He looks outside. It is snowing. It looks so cold out there. He shivers slightly. He leaves his room and goes downstairs. He goes outside. He shivers and hunches his shoulders down. His teeth chatter. He can't stand the cold. He walks to Mycroft's estate. He is a shivering mess when he arrives at the estate. He knocks on the door. He wraps his arms around himself. His teeth chatter. The door opens. Mycroft is standing there. He smiles.

Mycroft: Hey, Shirley.

Sherlock rolls his eyes.

Sherlock: Don't call me that.

Mycroft: Oh, don't be so sour, brother mine.

The wind blows, and Sherlock shivers. Mycroft looks at him.

Mycroft: Are you cold, Shirley?

Sherlock: Of course, I am. It's bloody freezing out here.

Mycroft: Come inside before you get frostbite.

Sherlock walks inside. Mycroft closes the door. Sherlock sits on the couch. He pulls a blanket around himself. He is shivering like a leaf.

Mycroft: You always got cold easily. It must be because you're so thin.

Sherlock glares at him.

Sherlock: Well, at least I'm not fat.

Mycroft looks offended.

Mycroft: I'm not fat! Am I?

Sherlock sighs and rolls his eyes. His brother is so fucking insecure. Sherlock shivers. Mycroft sighs and sits down.

Mycroft: What is this case that you wanted my help with?

Sherlock: I don't want to tell you anymore.

Mycroft groans.

Mycroft: Come now, Shirley, don't be a bitch.

Sherlock: Fine. Look at this.

Sherlock hands Mycroft the files from the case. Mycroft opens the file. He looks through the papers. He furrows his eyebrows.

Mycroft: I can see how you wouldn't be able to figure this out. Fine, I'll help you with this case.

Sherlock nods.

Sherlock: Good. You need to come over to my flat.

Mycroft: Why? John is helping you with this?

Sherlock shakes his head.

Sherlock: No, my other friend is helping me with this.

Mycroft looks confused.

Mycroft: You have another friend?

Sherlock: Yes. Her name is Destinee.

Mycroft: You seem very happy when you mention her. Is she your girlfriend or something?

Sherlock turns beet red.

Sherlock: No, you ass! She's my friend!

Mycroft chuckles.

Mycroft: Ok, ok, brother, mine. But, you know how I am around....goldfish.

Sherlock: I know, but I'm sure that she will impress you. She's not like everyone else.

Mycroft: Fine. But, this isn't about her. How have you been doing?

Sherlock frowns.

Sherlock: Why would you care?

Mycroft: Why wouldn't I care? You're my little brother. I'm always thinking about you. It's not like you show that you care about me.

Sherlock stares at him. He raises his eyebrow.

Sherlock: Who said that I care about you?

Mycroft gives him a sly look.

Mycroft: I know that you care about me. Trust me.

Sherlock rolls his eyes.

Sherlock: Fine, I don't care about you.

Mycroft smiles. Sherlock shudders and pulls the blankets tighter around himself. Mycroft looks worried.

Mycroft: Are you still cold?

Sherlock's teeth chatter.

Sherlock: A little.

Mycroft rolls his eyes fondly. He sits next to Sherlock. Mycroft puts his arm around him. Sherlock shivers.

Sherlock: What are you doing?

Mycroft: I'm keeping you warm, stupid.

Sherlock grunts.

Sherlock: I don't need your warmth.

Sherlock feels a chill and shakes. Mycroft gives him a pointed look.

Sherlock: Ugh, fine.

Sherlock leans closer to Mycroft's side. He is shivering, and his teeth are chattering. Mycroft rubs his back.

Mycroft: You're freezing.

Sherlock shudders.

Sherlock: No shit.

Mycroft rolls his eyes.

Mycroft: You don't have to be smart.

Sherlock scowls.

Sherlock: Shut up.

Mycroft: You could try to be grateful. I don't have to keep you warm.

Sherlock groans and shivers. He clings to Mycroft. Mycroft smiles softly. He strokes Sherlock's hair.

Sherlock: Why are you stroking my hair?

Mycroft: I thought it would provide you comfort.

Sherlock grunts.

Sherlock: You're right.

Mycroft smirks and ruffles his hair. He pulls the blankets tighter around Sherlock. Sherlock sneezes.

Mycroft: Bless you.

Sherlock sniffles.

Sherlock: Thanks.

Mycroft: Hey, Shirley?

Sherlock hums.

Sherlock: Yeah?

Mycroft looks away, sadly.

Mycroft: What made you ask me for help? After so long?

Sherlock sighs.

Sherlock: Destinee convinced me to. I wasn't going to ask you.

Mycroft nods. He wonders why Destinee wanted him to help. He is suspicious of Destinee. He had never met her before. This is the first time he has ever heard of her.

Sherlock: You've never heard of her?

Mycroft: No, I can't say I have. She must be too ordinary.

Sherlock glares.

Sherlock: Don't talk about her like that.

Mycroft grins.

Mycroft: Defensive, are we?

Sherlock: No, I just don't want you to talk about her in that manner.

Mycroft sighs.

Mycroft: Fine, whatever you say, Shirley.

Sherlock rolls his eyes.

Sherlock: You're such an ass sometimes.

Mycroft: The same thing could be said about you.

Sherlock: Don't make me regret asking you for help.

Mycroft chuckles and ruffles his hair.

Mycroft: I'm just teasing, little brother. I don't actually mean it.

Sherlock moves his hand away.

Sherlock: Yeah, whatever you say.

Mycroft: Come on, we should get going to your flat.

Sherlock groans.

Sherlock: But, it's cold.

Mycroft gives him a look.

Mycroft: You came here.

Sherlock sighs.

Sherlock: Fine.

Sherlock stands up. Mycroft grabs his scarf. They leave the estate. Sherlock shivers hard and wraps his arms around himself.

Sherlock: It's so bloody cold out here.

Sherlock pulls his scarf tighter around his neck. His teeth chatter.

Mycroft: I think it's refreshing.

Sherlock: You would, you freak.

Mycroft scowls.

Mycroft: Watch your mouth, Sherlock.

Sherlock rolls his eyes and shivers. Mycroft looks down. He wants to make amends with his little brother, but he doesn't know how. Sherlock has been very distant with him. He takes a deep breath. He goes to put his hand on Sherlock's shoulder.

Sherlock: Keep your hands to yourself.

Mycroft puts his hand down. He looks away. Maybe next time.

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I'm sorry that i haven't been posting for a while. I caught a bad cold on Friday, and I threw up bile. I've been resting this weekend, but i will post the next chapter tomorrow. Thank you for your patience. Love you all.