"...and counting, Sherlock," Mycroft stood at the head his only brother's empty grave and absently ran his fingers over the top of the cold stone. "Mummy is still quite distraught. Your memory is fading, brother. I do believe it's high time you came home."
Really old... Not sure exactly, since I think the time stamp is wrong, but oh well.
I have another version, too, where Mycroft is the one fading, so if anyone wants to see, I'll put it up if you ask nicely.
-flees to get protein-