First We Take London:

Chapter 1:

Someone up there definitely hates Mycroft.

Sherlock is seriously bored.

John is exhausted.

Lestrade is stressed.

Mrs. Hudson is perturbed.

Mummy is intrigued.

Anthea is in desperate need of a day off.

Irene's back in town.

Moriarty might be alive.

Yes, someone up there definitely hates him.

Why, oh why did Sherlock have to try to experiment with that particular subject? It would have been safer for him to experiment with atomic BOMBS for pity's sake! No, thinking like that may give him ideas. I must steer clear of thoughts like that. But if he continued with the track his mind was currently on, too many things would come tumbling down all over the world. I will have to remove the experiment from his proximity. How bored must he have been to even consider this experiment? Had Moriarty's 'death', which I am now getting rumors of being false, left him so bored even shooting up his apartment did nothing to relieve it?

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Ten minutes after Mycroft got the reports on Sherlock's latest activity, he stood outside 221B watching as his people removed the offending experiment from the premises. Hopefully they would be long gone by the time—

"MYCROFT!"

Somebody hates me up there. "Sherlock. You're back early. Hello John."

The two men looked at me, Sherlock glaring with even more hatred than usual and John with a confused look that must be part of the reason his little brother was so attached to him. It was utterly endearing. "You are looking tired John. My brother running you ragged again?"

"Mycroft, why are you taking one of my experiments?" Sherlock growled at him, completely furious.

"It is only one; surely you have others to keep you occupied? Or perhaps there is a case you could be helping the Detective Inspector on? If you are truly bored I may be able to find—"

Sherlock spun on his heel and darted over to the people taking his fun from him, but they had arrived five minutes too late. Mycroft's people were able to finish getting every last piece of it away before Sherlock made it five steps closer. Mycroft nodded to them and got back in his car as the others drove off. Before he left he rolled down the window. "Please don't try to recreate this experiment. I will be forced to once again take it away. Perhaps you and John could find something else to do with your time, hmm?"

And Mycroft simply drove off. Unaware what kind of hell he had just set loose.

Author's notes: Hi, this is just my second story. This is a really short first chapter but it seemed like a good place to stop. This story may end up being just crack. I may have some John and Sherlock slash. If nothing else it will be heavily hinted at by the characters, like it is in the show. Also I plan to mess with some heads. Please review and tell me what you think. I will get the next chapter up as soon as it is out of my head and onto the computer. Please be warned: I have no clue what I am doing.