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Mycroft’s eyes were fixed on you as you gazed at the stone floor of the kitchen. Sherlock leaned against the wall surveying the situation. Nobody spoke, you all stood in perfect silence then all hell broke loose.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“How was I supposed to know you knew each other?”
“You don’t own her.”
“I can what I please.”
“If you actually spoke it would have made this a lot easier.”
“How come I never noticed?”
Each of you started talking at once, not listening to the others. Casually you leaned against a wooden chair and looked between the two brothers both of whom were silently fuming. Unable to think of anything to say you pulled your hair back and secured it in a ponytail. Sherlock unbuttoned his coat and loosened his scarf whilst Mycroft remained motionless.
Clearly he was annoyed that he had not noticed your connection with Sherlock, the small frown playing across his face gave him away. Tentatively you pushed away from the chair and took a step towards him but Sherlock shook his head stopping you in your tracks. Mycroft’s eyes narrowed at you before he left, heading out into the garden. You pinched the bridge of your nose and inhaled deeply before following Mycroft. Piercing grey eyes watched you leave, wondering how you knew his brother and why you kept it secret.
The smell of cigarette smoke tickled your nose as walked to stand beside Mycroft. He paid no attention to you but continued to smoke before crushing it under his heel.
“I’m sorry.” Mycroft hesitated before looking at you. Unable to look at him you stared at the now setting sun. “He needed a flatmate and I needed somewhere to live. That’s all it is we share a flat and I tag along on the occasional case. You do believe me don’t you?” your voice wavered slightly as you asked the question.
Mycroft’s cold blue eyes locked onto your (e/c) ones, studying your emotions.
“I don’t know. You could have hidden anything and at this moment in time I don’t know.”
His cold statement shook you; the Ice Man side of him had never been direct at you. Unwilling to cry in front of him you rushed back inside and straight into Sherlock. He gently cupped your face and watched the tears escape your eyes. You pulled away before he could pass a sarcastic comment and headed upstairs just as Mycroft entered.
Sherlock glared at his brother. “What have you done?”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“How was I supposed to know you knew each other?”
“You don’t own her.”
“I can what I please.”
“If you actually spoke it would have made this a lot easier.”
“How come I never noticed?”
Each of you started talking at once, not listening to the others. Casually you leaned against a wooden chair and looked between the two brothers both of whom were silently fuming. Unable to think of anything to say you pulled your hair back and secured it in a ponytail. Sherlock unbuttoned his coat and loosened his scarf whilst Mycroft remained motionless.
Clearly he was annoyed that he had not noticed your connection with Sherlock, the small frown playing across his face gave him away. Tentatively you pushed away from the chair and took a step towards him but Sherlock shook his head stopping you in your tracks. Mycroft’s eyes narrowed at you before he left, heading out into the garden. You pinched the bridge of your nose and inhaled deeply before following Mycroft. Piercing grey eyes watched you leave, wondering how you knew his brother and why you kept it secret.
The smell of cigarette smoke tickled your nose as walked to stand beside Mycroft. He paid no attention to you but continued to smoke before crushing it under his heel.
“I’m sorry.” Mycroft hesitated before looking at you. Unable to look at him you stared at the now setting sun. “He needed a flatmate and I needed somewhere to live. That’s all it is we share a flat and I tag along on the occasional case. You do believe me don’t you?” your voice wavered slightly as you asked the question.
Mycroft’s cold blue eyes locked onto your (e/c) ones, studying your emotions.
“I don’t know. You could have hidden anything and at this moment in time I don’t know.”
His cold statement shook you; the Ice Man side of him had never been direct at you. Unwilling to cry in front of him you rushed back inside and straight into Sherlock. He gently cupped your face and watched the tears escape your eyes. You pulled away before he could pass a sarcastic comment and headed upstairs just as Mycroft entered.
Sherlock glared at his brother. “What have you done?”
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“Jim! Hey, Jiiiiiim!” you call, skipping down the extravagant corridors of your psychotic boyfriend’s apartment, humming ‘Skip to my Lou’ as you did so. “When’s my next contract?”
You rounded a corner, almost bumping into a corpse dangling by its neck from the ceiling. Instead of screaming like most people would, you grinned and nudged the body, giving it a little wink. “Hey buddy! How’s it hangin’?” When the corpse didn’t answer you, you huffed in annoyance and returned to your skipping. “Maybe later then.”
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As Mycroft had said, there was car waiting for them outside. It irritated Sherlock that he actually had to go through with this. To see you. To invite you. He was all grumbles as John and him dragged their belongings down the stairs and got into the car. They would go, ask, you would say no, and unfortunately the pair would stay the night before leaving in the morning.
Curse Mycroft.
Sherlock pressed his head against the window, closing his eyes and shutting out the rest of the car. He needed to prepare himself for this, though he would admit to no one that the thought of meeting up with you was a little daunting. John, on the other hand, w
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George came into the room with a bright smile on his face, which was rare for him. You had been huddled in the corner, forehead pressed to your knees.
“(Name). He's here. He's come for you. Everything's over now.”
Your head instantly shot up with confusion clearly expressed. “What?”
“Mr. Holmes and his companion. They're here.”
You quickly got to your feet, tears building up in the corners of your (e/c) orbs.
“I told you he never breaks his promises. Especially when he makes them to me.” George's smile never faded, his hand resting on your shoulder.
“We can finally get out of this pl
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