A Locked Up Heart.

Chapter Twenty One - My Little Scheme.

I made my way through the boisterous crowd. I was being complimented on every side.

"Brilliant job Keyland!" Praised Professor smith.

"Thank you Professor ."

"Oh please Keyland, after that performance, you can call me Matt." He replied.

"Okay," I replied. Matt Smith hmm.

"You did so well with Richard! It was like you were actually afraid of him!" Beamed Matt.

I laughed awkwardly in response. Suddenly I heard a familiar voice.

"Keyland!" Mycroft shouted across the din.

"Oh hey Mycroft!" I smiled, as he made his way over to me.

"You did exceptionally well onstage today." Mycroft complemented.

"Oh thank you!" I replied.

"Where is Sherlock?" He asked.

"He is sick." I replied.

"Really? That's remarkable! us Holmes' have a very strong immune system. Is it bad?" He cringed.

"Come and see for yourself." I said.

"Goodbye professor." I said as we left the theatre. We walked on in silence the only sound being Mycroft's cane hitting the ground. I'll never understand why he thought he needed a cane. Anyways we came up to the dorm and I unlocked it. We both entered quietly. It turns out it was a good thing we did because Sherlock was asleep in his room.

"Perhaps I'll come back later?" Mycroft suggested.

"Oh no, don't worry he should be up soon. In the meantime. Will you accompany me to see my other sick friend?" I asked.

"Other friend?" Mycroft grimaced.

"Yes Mycroft I consider you and Sherlock to be my friends. Friendly or not. Now hang tight, and I'll grab the soup I got for Andrea." I smiled.

"Okay," He said awkwardly standing by the door. I grabbed the soup I had made and we exited quietly.

I locked the door and we headed down the hallway. Now for step one of my plan. I thought evilly.

I pulled out my mobile phone and called Andrea's number.

"Hey how are you feeling?" I addressed her.

"I've been better but I'm throwing up much less." Andrea said with a sigh.

"Good. We are bringing soup!" I sing. Mycroft gives me a scared look, out of the corner of his eye,

"Who is we? I thought Sherlock was still sick." Andrea asks, confused.

"Yes, but his brother came to visit, so he is escorting me to your place."

"SHERLOCK HAS A BROTHER?" She scream-whispered into the phone.

"Yep! see you in ten." I respond slyly.

She hung up immediately. This was one of my better ideas I thought to myself.