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Started May 12, 2018 by Deleted user

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"Either way, I can't do much of a public appearance to tell the world I didn't die. I need your help to do it in a more incognito fashion."

"And I'm married to my work. You know that."

Mycroft paused and weighed his options. "Fine, but you'll owe me one."

"What do you need, Mycroft?" Sherlock sighed. He could tell that he was going to be cashing in the favor soon.

(i've got this idea where later Mycroft is gonna be like 'remember that favour? ur gonna need to sit down to dinner with a client.' and it'll be John and Mycroft will be like MY SHIP HGFVDCFGHUYTRDFVHN)

(lol yasss)

"Nothing urgent," Mycroft smiled slyly. "I'll let you know when the time comes."

"Listen, I'll do anything but I can't sustain being locked up in 221B 24/7."

"Oh, don't worry, it'll be someplace nice." Mycroft doodled on a scrap piece of paper 'Johnlock 4ever <3'

"Okay, work your magic. I'm going to go see John."

"Of course, brother dear." Mycroft said. "Good to have you back."

Sherlock left the room after hanging up. "John, are you doing anything idiotic I should know about?" Shelock asked.

John looked over his shoulder. "Not if you think moving back in is." He plopped down a big box of things.

"Well then. Breakfast?"

"Late breakfast, more like."

John looked at his watch. "Lunch."

"Lunch then. I can make something."

"Really?" John questioned. "The last time I remember you trying to make something, it was tea and there was an eyeball in it."

Sherlock walked to the kitchen. There were some eyeballs and stale cereal. And tea. And a few other things.

"Yes, well, tea and eyeballs taste good!"

"Do you want anything specific?"

"Anything that isn't part of the human anatomy, please." He laughed.

"Right. Food, food, food. No eyeballs then. Food." Sherlock said, he needed to think up some recipies.

Canned tomatoes. That's a start.

"I can help, you know," John said while tearing off the tape on one of the boxes.