Brothers: Sherlock x Reader x Mycroft (part 6)

You remained on the chair for seemed like an eternity. Unable to think you focussed on your breathing, in and out in and out in and out. The front door slammed against the door frame and you knew Sherlock had returned. Pulling the towel tightly around your shoulders you left the front room in search of Mycroft. He was sitting on one of the wooden kitchen chairs deeply engrossed in a file but he looked up on hearing your footsteps.

“Please just hear me out. That’s all I want.”

Mycroft nodded and closed the file yet you did not move from the doorway.

“I lost everything. My house, my family all of my stability but he found me. I was on the streets and I could not cope even though it had only been a few days. Sherlock let me move in and I got a job then I met you. That’s all it is, that’s all we are; flatmates.”

Mycroft lifted his gaze and looked at you.

“But you don’t see Sherlock like I do. There is something else, don’t forget I can read my little brother like a book. If there was nothing between you too you could have told me, we could have worked it out. Together. You keep saying we need to do more ‘couple things’.”

You faltered, lost for words. With hindsight you should have told him but for some reason it did not seem right. You had managed to befriend the Holmes brothers but now you felt you would lose them both.

“Mycroft it’s not like that. I didn’t mean it hide anything from you.”

His blue eyes caught your (e/c) ones.

“It’s time to choose who means the most to you (Name).”