I Don't Belong Here (A Sherlock Fanfiction)

Just Don't

The men brought us all to Buckingham Palace and led us to a room. We all sat down on a couch not saying a word. Sherlock was still wearing a sheet and hadn't changed into actual clothes. Soon after, John came into the room and looked at Sherlock like he was crazy. Well, he was crazy, he was wearing a sheet at a palace!

"Are you wearing any pants?" John asked.

"No." Sherlock stated as if it was a normal thing to do.

I circled my finger around my ear and pointed at Sherlock. Katie held back some giggles while Sherlock glared at me.

"Okay." John said sighing.

We were all silent for a moment before bursting into laughter.

"This is so ridiculous." Katie said in between laughter.

"At Buckingham Palace, fine. Oh, I'm seriously fighting the impulse to steal an ashtray." John said trying to control his laughter.

"What are we doing here, Sherlock? Seriously, what?" John said suddenly turning serious.

"I don't know." Sherlock said.

"That's a first." I said earning another glare from Sherlock.

"Here to see the Queen?" John asked.

Just then, Mycroft walked into the room.

"Oh, apparently yes." Sherlock said smirking at Mycroft.

Sherlock, John, Katie and I all burst into giggles again.

Mycroft just stood there impatiently waiting for us to finish.

Interrupting our laughter he said,"Just once could you guys behave like grownups."

"We solve crimes, I blog about it and he forgets his pants, and they're still considered children so I wouldn't hold out too much hope." John explained chuckling.

"I was in the middle of a case, Mycroft!" Sherlock shouted angrily.

"He's not bipolar at all." Katie mumbled sarcastically.

"What, the hiker and the backfire? I glanced at the police report. Bit obvious, surely?" Mycroft explained.

"Transparent." Sherlock said flatly.

"Time to move on, then." Mycroft said ignoring the startled looking John.

Mycroft picked up some clothes and offered them to Sherlock. Sherlock just looked at him uninterested.

"We are in Buckingham Palace, the very heart of the British nation. Sherlock Holmes, put your trousers on." Mycroft said as if he was speaking to child.

"What for?" Sherlock said shrugging.

"Your client." Mycroft said as if it was obvious.

"And my client is?" Sherlock asked.

"Illustrious ..." Some random dude said walking into the room.

"... in the extreme. And remaining – I have to inform you – entirely anonymous." The random dude continued.

"Mycroft!" The random dude shouted in greeting.

"Harry!" Mycroft shouted in return shaking his hand.

"May I just apologize for the state of my little brother?" Mycoft said turning to glare at Sherlock.

"Full-time occupation, I imagine. " Harry said causing Sherlock to scowl.

"And this must be Doctor John Watson, formerly of the Fifth Northumberland Fusiliers." Harry said holding out his hand for John to shake.

"Hello, yes." John said shaking Harry's hand.

"Hello? What about us." I said gesturing to Katie and I.

"My employer is a tremendous fan of your blog." Harry said to John ignoring us.

"Rude!" I mumbled under my breath.

"Your employer?" John said confused.

"Particularly enjoyed the one about the aluminum crutch." Harry continued

"Thank you!"John said flattered.

"And Mr Holmes the younger. You look taller in your photographs." Harry said turning towards Sherlock.

"I take the precaution of a good coat and a short friend." Sherlock explained.

"Mycroft, I don't do anonymous clients. I'm used to mystery at one end of my cases. Both ends is too much work." Sherlock said walking towards Mycroft.

"Good morning." Sherlock said turning to leave.

Mycroft stepped on Sherlock's sheet causing Sherlock to catch it before it fell all the way down.

"Shield yours eyes." I shouted covering Katie's eyes.

"Get off my sheet!" Sherlock shouted at Mycroft.

"Or What!" Mycroft shouted back.

"Or I'll just walk away." Sherlock said.

"Don't just don't." Katie said.

"You'll scar me for life!" I added.

"I'll let you." Mycroft said matter of factly.

"Boys, please. Not here." John shouted at both of them.

"Who. Is. My. Client?" Sherlock shouted angrily.

"Take a look at where you're standing and make a deduction. You are to be engaged by the highest in the land. Now for God's sake ...... put your clothes on!" Mycroft shouted at Sherlock, fuming.