A/N: Ok, guys, tried to do better at the grammar but undoubtedly failed, I'm sure. So as usual WARNING for bad spelling and grammar. Anyway. This is my first Sherlock/Cabin Pressure story and have only been listening to it for a few days so please forgive any mistakes or OOC moments. Hope you like it. Previously posted on DeviantART.

CHAPTER THREE

The two men stood facing each other, mirroring the others stance with their hands in their trousers pockets.

"Why did you do it?" Sherlock demanded.

Martin swallowed nervously, shifting on his feet. "Do what? - If you think I had something to do with…"

"The order. "Sherlock interrupted. "Why you sign it Martin."

Martin sighed with relief and shrugged. "Cause I know I was an embarrassment."

Sherlock rolled his eyes. "We're all an embarrassment to Mycroft until he wants something."

Martin fixed his older brother with a steely stare. "Not to Mycroft. When did I ever give a toss what he thought? - I was an embossment to you. You're my twin brother Sherlock; I knew how you hated having me around. Hope you felt ashamed when people said I wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed. Like it was stain on your own abilities."

Sherlock stared wide eyed and swallowed down the sudden lump in his throat. Martin had signed the papers because of him. Taking a breath he asked another question. The one John had pointed out to him. "Did you know it would cut you out of the family completely?"

Martin looked at his still shuffling feet. "Of course, Mycroft and Father made that quite clear. - It didn't really matter to me. Mycroft, Father and I didn't exactly get on." Underestimation if ever there was on. ""Let's face it I only really had two people in the family that showed me any kind of attention, mother and you. - then mum died and well…." he swallowed hard against the blockage in his throat. "…you and I grew apart once you realised I was stupid." he sighed.

Sherlock just stared at Martin trying to take in everything about his younger brother. He wasn't eating properly. He was living in a flat-share with; he'd hazard a guess at students. He wasn't being paid for this job but was making a living driving a white van. It was a long way from a public school education and a country estate. He tried to ignore the pain in his chest but it just wouldn't be ignored.

"You didn't get anything from father's will did you?"

Martin lifted his chin and met his brother's gaze. "Is father dead?" He asked sarcastically. "No I wasn't his son anymore remember. - I got a settlement when I signed the papers and that was it."

Sherlock's hands clenched into fists at his side. He'd known his father was a heartless and cold man, Mycroft too. - He hadn't been far off himself. Thankfully Mrs. Hudson and John were his saving grace. "I didn't know Martin."

The younger Holmes looked at him disbelievingly.

"I swear." Sherlock pleaded uncharacteristically. "If I had known they'd left you in this sort of state…" he glanced around at the plane. "…I would have done something."

Martin's face creased and turned red. "This sort of state? What the hell do you mean I'll have you know Sherlock that I'm perfectly happy with my life? I have a job I love and friends I trust. I have built a family for myself out of those who like me for who I am. And while they can be well, infuriating and at times hurried, they're better than the family I was born into and didn't want me." Martin snapped angrily with spite in his tone.

Sherlock just watched his baby brother with understanding and shame. He'd built his own family with Mrs. Hudson, Lestrade and John and while he was still in contact with Mycroft, he wasn't a large part of his life. "I'm glad you found people who care for you Martin. - Really I am, and I'm sorry."

Martin's mouth fell open. Was Sherlock Holmes actually apologizing?

"I honestly didn't consider what the order meant to you, or maybe I didn't want to. I should not have abandoned you the way I did. I shouldn't have allowed the family to push you aside like they did. Mother would be ashamed of us all. - Especially me…." Sherlock swallowed. "…I have felt gully for my lack of action every day."

Guilt? Now he was admitting to feeling guilty? Who was this man had what has he don't with Sherlock Holmes.

"And for the record Martin, I was never ashamed of you, frustrated, annoyed but never ashamed."

"B-but y-you always got so annoyed at me when someone pointed out how stupid I was." Martin frowned.

Sherlock hung his head. "I was annoyed a little yes, but I was angrier at them for making you feel terrible. - And at myself for not being about to defend you. - But I promise you Martin I was never ashamed of you."

The Holmes twins just stood staring at each other in a strained silence. Both shocked at the revelations there little confrontation had brought. The silence felt like it dragged on for eternity until finally Sherlock spoke in an attempt to defuse the tension.

"At least you got to fulfill your childhood dream and become a captain." he smiled.

Martin grinned back. "Not exactly a pirate ship though." he giggled as the brothers shared the private joke. "Though my second in command is a little more trust worthy. - He hasn't mutinied - Yet."

"Well you deserved it. - you just weren't ruthless enough for a pirate."

The pair burst into laughter that rang around the almost empty plane.

Suddenly there was a jolt cause the two men to stumble. Martin grumbled under his breath looking at the cabin door. "I - I should really get back in there."

Sherlock nodded and raised his hand to his forehead. "Aye, Aye Captain."

The pair were still laughing as they each took their individual seats.

"So? How's it go?" John asked, having been watching them with interest.

"Good. I think everything's been settled. - I think we should go out when we get back to London."

"That's a good idea. - Clearly you two need to catch up."

"You're coming too."

John opened his mouth to argue but knew it was pointless. Sherlock always got what he wanted, especially from him.

"And I intend to pay Mycroft a visit as soon as we land. I have a thing or two to say to him." Sherlock announced though tightly clenched teeth, his tone seeping with anger and John didn't envy the eldest Holmes one little bit.

~ SHERLOCK/CABIN PRESSURE ~

EPILOGUE

They landed in Cork and Carolyn was immediately informed by Sherlock that they could return to London as soon as they plane had been refueled. As it turned out this took a good hour and fifteen minutes.

The time was spent in the airport restaurant, the small band sitting together exchanging small talk. Douglas and Carolyn insisting on filling Sherlock in on his brother misadventures. Like the rather amusing incident at the fake French pilot. Which Martin had insisted loudly was not his fault but Douglas. It hadn't stopped the amusement seeping into Sherlock's eyes.

"You never were any good at French, Martin. - Shame it wasn't Latin. - Oh, no you weren't any good at that either." Sherlock teased, causing Martin to send him a death glare.

The stories continued to batted back and forth. Occasionally the table would wobble as John gave his friend a swift kick on the shin to shut him up.

"Not good?" Sherlock would frown.

John would send an apologetic look to the company. "No, not good at all."

Martin watched the exchange with interest. Wondering just what type of relationship his brother and Doctor Watson were in. Of course Douglas being the blatant no-nonsense man he was asked straight out and had received a rather irritated and a little forced rely insisting that they were just flat-mates and friends, adding a comment about it being "Like a marriage at times. All the hassle not of the perks."

Sherlock of course countered this remark with his own. "All you have to do is ask John?" which gained him another kick.

The friendly relaxed atmosphere continued. Finally Arthur gave into curiosity and excitement and asked about the case. The only surprise was that it took the man so long to ask. Sherlock sat back in his chair and fixed the table with a smug grin before delving into an explanation on how Mr. McAvoy had killed himself in a rather impressive and inventive away so as to insure the insurance payout.

While Arthur announced it was brilliant and Douglas and Carolyn looked on reluctantly impressed. Martin slouched down in his seat, a position mirrored slightly by Doctor Watson, and folded his arms over his chest listening to his brother and realizing just how much he'd missed the arrogant sod and hoping that he may be able to reconnect with at least one member of his illustrious family. - Even if he was the less smart younger brother.

THE END

A/N: I know, bit of a sucky ending but to be honest it was all I could come up with but I hope it wasn't too awful. Did you like the pirate thing? I couldn't help myself. I just had to write it, with Sherlock wanting to be a pirate and Martin always wanting to be a captain, it just seemed fitting. And Martin is so not the ruthless pirate type and I could totally see Sherlock making him walk the plank. LOL. Anyway hope you enjoyed it. I certainly liked writing it. And it's the first and probably only time I'll write Mycroft as a terrible person. Cause I actually love Mycroft a little and think he cares a great deal for Sherlock, so would probably be the same with Martin. So I hold my hand's up to using him as a plot device as is McAvoy's death.

So that's it from me for now.