Sherrinford meets John

Three Holmes and Watson

-scene set at 221B Baker Street-
-John returns home from the store-
As John walks up the stairway of the flat in which he has spent the last few years assisting to the brilliant Sherlock Holmes and his ridiculous adventures, he hears someone fiddling with something in the kitchen. As he walks through the door, instead of seeing the moppy dark hair of the his best friend, he sees neatly combed, slightly longer brown hair over a skinny male standing in the living room admiring the pictures.
"Uhm are you a client?" John asks. He just snickers and says, "Trust me, I'm not."
"Well okay then, umm, so what are you doing here?" John asks, confused.
"Hiding. You must be Dr. Watson, Hello." He says.
"Uhm why yes, I am. Who are you, if I may ask." John says.
"Sherrinford Holmes, the pleasure is all yours." He says
John grins. "A friend of Sherlock I'm sure." He says.
"I wouldn't call us friends." Sherrinford  replies.
"Well then what are you exactly?" John asks confused.
"You would think one would have figured it out already, sheesh. I'm his brother." He says.
John stood in amazement as he realized there was a third brother.
"So uhm, why are you here exactly?" John asks.
"As I said, hiding." He replies.
"Care to elaborate?" John asks.
He sighs and replies, "I am hiding from Mycroft. I blew up the headquarters at my rival corporation."
"W-wait, you own a corporation?" John asks, as he didn't suspect him to be any older than 16 by how he appeared.

"Yeah, a technological advancement research." He says.

"And how old are you?" John asks.

"Twenty-two." Sherrinford replies.

"Uhm how exactly do you own a major corporation at twenty-two?" John asks in amazement.

"Simple. I graduated college at 17, scammed some businesses into
'loaning' me a few billion dollars. The rest worked itself out." Sherrinford explains.

John snickers as he stands amazed at the apparent genius in front of him. "Right then, hmmm." John says.

"So where's Sherlock?" John asks.

He points to the bathroom, still oddly intrigued in the case of pictures and objects.

After a few moments of awkward silence that John noticed Sherrinford wasn't aware of, Sherlock walks out of the bathroom in his usual flat attire: A silky blue robe and pajama bottoms.

"Oh hello, John." Sherlock says. He then mutters, "I see you've met Sherrinford." obviously displeased by him being here.

"Uhm yes, I frankly have quite a few questions." John replies.

"Oh don't worry yourself with that, there will be plenty of time later." Sherlock says as he sits in his chair, and stares at the wall.

It was obvious that Sherrinford and Sherlock were trying their best to act like the other wasn't there.

John takes a seat by the kitchen, still engulfed in the awkward moment.

-20 minutes pass-

As Sherrinford finally stops studying the case of objects, he returns to the kitchen and makes a cup of tea. Then he sits in the chair opposite of Sherlock, obviously not trying to avoid contact anymore.

He slowly sips his tea as he is intensely staring at Sherlock, as if looking for every movement of his eyes and every pigment of his skin.

Sherlock stares back, with an intense interest in Sherrinford's appearance. Surely, it's not profound curiosity of his brother, because John knows all the Holmes are interested in themselves only.

After a few awkward moments of intense staring, and John gazing aimlessly at the wall footsteps sound, coming up the stairs.

Sherrinford grins slightly. As Sherlock smiles slightly not dropping eyes in the stare with Sherrinford. John wonders if they are communicating, or are just continuing an immature rivalry.

Mycroft Holmes, the third brother, walks through the door with a displeased expression on his face.

"Sherrinford!" He calls.

A huge grin grows across Sherrinford's face as he reveals his location to Mycroft.

Sherlock's smile too grows bigger, all three obviously in on something of which John is not aware.

Mycroft sighs. "What have you done now, Sherrinford?" Mycroft asks, frustrated.

"Oh don't act like you don't know. I'm innocent, I have good motives and you know my argument is valid." Sherrinford says.

"Nonetheless, you blew up a building causing major injury and fatalities. Also you ruined a major architectural building. And you're not scamming your way out of this one, you'll get out of prison time, but you're paying money." Mycroft explains.

"Mycroft, you know your foolish disciplinary actions don't work on me. And your government full of idiots stand as dirt in my path." Sherrinford says.

"You will pay money and you will do as I say!" Mycroft says.

Sherrinford scoffs. "Who's gonna make me?" He asks, not intimidated.

"Sherrinford, I am not going to play your childish games, you are not a child anymore, don't act like one!" Mycroft says angrily.

"Well if I'm not a child, then don't treat me like one!" Sherrinford snaps.

"Oh will you two shut up!" Sherlock says.

"You have Sherrinford, now get out of my flat." Sherlock orders.

"Uhm Mycroft, would you like some tea?" John says as he gets up to walk to the kitchen, trying to distract from Sherlock's rudeness.

"Yes please, thank you." Mycroft responds.

"Make me one as well." Sherrinford says, glaring at Mycroft.

"Sherlock, would you like some tea?" John asks as Sherlock continues staring at Sherrinford, not answering.

"Right then." John says.

"Sherlock, would you like to assist me in handling Sherrinford?" Mycroft asks.

"No, I have real matters to attend to." He responds.

Mycroft glares at Sherlock as he walks Sherrinford out.

"Goodbye, brother." Sherrinford says, with no response from Sherlock.

Sherlock slams the door and lies on the couch to think. John still amazed, gets on his blog to write about his encounter with the third brother.