Five Times Someone Thought John Was Sherlock's Boyfriend (And One Time They Didn't)
I- Mycroft
"Sherlock Holmes, put that damn violin down this instant!" Mycroft roared. After an hour of his little brother playing the same four bars of Bach over and over, he had eventually snapped.
Sherlock looked up, a smile playing on his lips as he paused for a second before finishing the final notes one last time. Mycroft scowled. "John, where's that tea I asked for?" Sherlock called out placing the instrument down by a window and finally turning to face his brother.
"John's at work, Sherlock." The older man said tiredly. "Has been for several hours by now, I'd think. You know, because he has a job? It's probably something that's worth looking in to."
"Boring." Sherlock said immediately. "Boring boring boring. Now, why don't you just tell me the details of the case so I can tell you I'm not taking it and we can both get on with what we'd rather be doing?"
Mycroft frowned. "You might be pleasantly surprised, Sherlock. It's at least a nine."
"Last time you told me it was a nine, it wasn't anything more than a four, so don't mind if I don't take you seriously." He picked up the gun that had come to find a home on the mantelpiece and began twirling it idly between his fingers. He took in the look on his brother's face before adding, "It's not loaded."
"Just take the case, please Sherlock. I know for a fact that you don't have anything on right now- you are just being childish. Like usual."
The front door clicked downstairs and Sherlock's eyes automatically flicked to the door of the flat. Mycroft didn't fail to notice the movement.
"Oh, isn't that sweet, Sherlock? You sit around and wait for him to come home." Mycroft taunted. Sherlock didn't respond, but instead span the gun around in a fraction of a second and, without aiming, shot the smiley face on the wall right between the eyes.
Mycroft jumped a little in his seat, and sighed. "Of course it wasn't loaded."
There was a tense silence as John reached the top of the stairs and entered the flat. Unfortunately however, his entrance only increased the tension between the brothers, and after a minute or two, Mycroft placed his tea cup on the table and stood up.
"I'll leave you with your boyfriend, Sherlock." He said, glancing between the two men. "I'm sure you have a date to get ready for or something.
"Goodbye Mycroft." Sherlock said coolly, as at the same time, John protested heatedly, "I am not Sherlock's boyfriend!"