Hey :D
It has been quite a while since my last story.
But well, with exams everywhere it's not that easy...
I hope you'll enjoy reading this little piece about Mycroft and Sherlock. I thought it was time for a little bit of brotherfeelings. It is definetely a Two-Shot but like I know myself there will be more chapters in the end.
As always I apologize for any grammar or spelling mistakes. I do what I can but english is still not my mother tongue... :D
Greetings, EvannaLy
Sherlocks POV
He knew something was off. Definetely! It wasn't suspicious of his brother to avoid social gatherings, he normally did that all the time. But receiving a positive answer to an invitation? Something had to be wrong!
Sherlock paced in front of the couch and tried to find an explanation for his brothers peculiar behaviour. Illness? Not likely. Mycroft was never ill. Additionally he would try to hide it, if he should actually fall out of routine. Missing Sherlock? Of course, it wasn't like he couldn't look at him through the CCTV footage, no also not a possible solution. Maybe he had forgot a highly important event, such as a birthday... but nay, it was neither Sherlocks nor Johns, so therefore this was also not the answer.
He was still as clueless as before when John entered the room. He aimed for the kitchen, holding full bags with food for the party in his hands, when he noticed Sherlocks narrowed eyebrows and his thoughtful face. „Sherlock! You promised it!", „What exactly are you talking about?", „No cases today, nor experiments or other distractions! Just a normal evening between friends to have fun.", „Your definition of fun is definetely not the same as mine, but your agitation isn't necessary. I was thinking about that very party you planned.", „Indeed, you did?" John eyed him suspicously but came nearer, his interest awakened.
„Something specific or the horror of socializing in general?", „JOHN!", came the offended answer at once. „No", Sherlock said indignantly, „Mycroft just messaged me, that he will act upon our invitation and will come to Baker Street tonight.", „He did what? Is he ill?", „That was my first thought too, but no, I don't think so. On the other hand I'm still in need of a logical explanation..." A second later he had retreated into his mind palace once more, leaving a confused John with the task of producing a proper meal and everything else.
Mycrofts POV
It was a bad idea. No, not only a bad idea, but one of the worst ideas he ever had. Sherlock would be alarmed at his acceptance by now and trace every hint to the reason of his decision at once. Then an endless flow of teasing would begin,... yes, he was foolish, indeed. But one has only one birthday per year. And since he had no real friends and his parents had died a while ago it was only understandable that one doesn't want to be lonely on that day and seeks out his ignorant brother.
Ok, not really understandable, he was Mycroft Holmes after all. It was a well-known fact that he hated every kind of displayed emotions, but even he had to admit from time to time that he was human and not merely a machine. He needed the presence of something akin to friends once in a while to not go mad with all the idiots and their idiotic behaviour around him that he had to endure all day long.
But still, to come willently, without work as a reason to Baker Street – it was a very, very bad idea!
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The next part will follow soon.