after the longest internal debate of three sodding months

[indispensable]

I would say its about time. Then again, the ending was always quite obvious.

Now please toddle along back to your life; I've got better things to do than babysit a girl who is clearly quite over her head.

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[highfunctioning_sociopath]

There's just one more thing.

[Sherlock pulls back his fist, ready to punch Mycroft.]

[indispensable]

[Raises his umbrella.]

Surely there is no need for senseless violence.

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[Sherlock starts pacing in agitation.]

Who said it's senseless? You've taken everything from me, Mycroft.

[indispensable]

And will punching me fix everything?

[Punching people out of anger is so normal, Sherlock. Mycroft isn't too sure how to feel about that.]

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[Mycroft is anything but normal.]

Considering it's you I'll be punching? It might.

[indispensable]

[Well, yes.]

[Eyeroll.] The only result you'll get is to see me with a black eye.

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[Sherlock's grin turns feral.]

It's been a long time in coming....

[indispensable]

[God Sherlock you are so petty.]

Surely you have better things to do. [Like taking down Moriarty's web, maybe.]

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[He checks his watch.]

Not at the moment, no. [There's a pause as he takes a drag on the cigarette.] Besides, as I understand things, time has a habit of standing still in this place.

[indispensable]

It does seem to be the case.

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[Having nothing else to say...]

How's the diet going?

[indispensable]

Manageable.

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[Sherlock sighs.]

Sorry to have caused you such... discomfort.

[He sounds almost sincere.]

[indispensable]

[Sherlock and sincerity will never mix.]

[Quiet scoff.] I'm sure you're just reveling in it.

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

Well. The least you could do is... that.

[Since Sherlock can't hit him.]

[indispensable]

[Well you can hit him, but it won't really do anything besides giving your brother a black eye.]

And why would I do that?

[Not that he already isn't. Possibly.]

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[Now Sherlock is amused.]

Because, Brother Dear, as I believe you told John the first time you met him: You worry about me... constantly.

[And that was a really good impersonation of Mycroft.]

[indispensable]

You do seem to have a worrying tendency to get yourself tangled up in the most annoying messes.

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[The amusements disappears in a flash.]

This one isn't.My.Fault.

[indispensable]

[...no. No, it really wasn't.

Sighs.]

You have your priorities, Sherlock, while I mine.

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[Yes, well. Remember that punching thing? Sherlock balls a fist again, and this time allows it to fly full thrust towards Mycroft's nose.]

[indispensable]

[Avoids it easily, only because he really does not want to nurse a broken nose.]

Really, Sherlock. [A slight furrow, a twist of his lips. You're being predictable, brother.]

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[Sherlock just glares in reply. Then, decision made, he turns to walk away. But this is why he needs John, because he's just decided that Mycroft is part of the Web and must be taken out as well.]

The game is on, Brother dear.

[He flips up his coat collar and the long belstaff swishes behind him.]