Coldness settled over Mycroft as if Death had put his hand on his shoulder. Was that how it had always seemed to Sherlock, that he was always judging him for not being good enough? I can explain! But it was too late. For the first time, he knew Sherlock really meant it.

He slowly rose to his feet. His voice didn't sound real. "Better make that archenemy, Sherlock. Neither of us is ordinary enough to be each other's enemy."

He returned automatically to his office. He sat down in his chair and doubled over with his hands over his eyes.

Author's Note: This is the end of "Archenemy," but the story continues with "Not Your Housekeeper" (http:/www . fanfiction . net/s/6484644/1/Not_Your_Housekeeper), the tale of how Sherlock helps keep Mrs Hudson's husband on death row in Florida, with "Conscience (http:/www . fanfiction . net/s/6489370/1/Conscience), and with "Vulcan" (http:/www . fanfiction . net/s/6560821/1/Vulcan).

In case you're interested, here is how I see the timeline of Mycroft and Sherlock's lives from the beginning to the end of "Archenemy."

1969: Mycroft born

1976: Sherlock born

1983: Dad dies

1984: Mycroft tells Sherlock he's a sociopath

1985: Mycroft goes to Oxford

1992: Sherlock goes to Cambridge

1993: Mummy dies

1994: The Gloria Scott Affair

1995: Sherlock graduates from Cambridge

1995-1998: Lestrade gives Sherlock cases to work on

1998-1999: Work falls off

1999-2000: Sherlock goes back on cocaine, Mycroft gets him off it, they become enemies