This is my first fanfic, so be judgmental. I would like to know the truth.

Mycroft was sitting at his office desk, going through the CCTV of today, following every movement his younger brother made as he drank his afternoon brandy. Has this what his life had come to? Watching other people such as Sherlock fulfil their lives while his was stuck at pause. He knew Sherlock's work was of a dangerous type, which was why he did it. After all, he was his brother.

The date was the 21st July 2013. Sherlock and John had just finished a case which lasted a mere four days. The government started to increase taxes to help support the country. A bomb went off in Syria. It was just your typical news, your typical day, and for Mycroft, it was a typical day too much.

"Mr Holmes?"

Anthea knocked on the door two times before poking her head around the door. Mycroft signalled her to enter the room and state the reason why she was there. Anthea could tell that Mycroft was lacking sleeping time, but couldn't find the right time to point it out. As she lived her day to day life, she noticed he aged with time.

"There is a call on line 2 from a Miss Colman, would you like me to tell her you're busy?" she asked as she glanced towards the CCTV tapes. Mycroft slowly put down his half empty glass of brandy and told her he was willing to answer the phone. He hasn't heard of the name 'Colman' in almost 15 years. He remembered that Miss Colman used to be his old assistant, way before Anthea came into the picture. After 5 years of working with him, she announced that she was moving to Cambridge to escape the havoc of London. That was something he never understood. Never again did he think of hearing her name again. He signalled Anthea to go back to her desk as he finished his glass of brandy. He hesitated before picking up the phone.

"This is Mr Holmes."

"Is there any point in me saying my name?"

"Louise, this is...unexpected. What do I owe the pleas-"

"How have you been? I haven't heard from you in a while!"

Even though she was reluctant to let Mycroft finished, he answered her question. He told her little facts about work, Sherlock and the newer resident of 221B which happened to be John. He wanted to keep the answer short so she would get to the point.

"I can't believe that someone is actually willing to live with the psychopath"

Mycroft smirked at this comment as many people make this common error, says Sherlock. He says time and time again he is a sociopath and would like to remain one.

"Louise, it has been 15 years since I was in contact with you. And you choose today to show your...voice. I know that you never like to keep in contact unless something really important has come up, are you going to tell me what that is?"

He waited for a reply to leave the phone, but it took almost minutes before he got one.

"I have been lying to you Mycroft. Well not lying, just 'holding something back'. I should have told you when I left London, but I was...afraid."

This reply left Mycroft with many unanswered questions. He was not keen on admitting he cared for his close friends and relatives, especially for Louise, but this was a long time ago.

"Do you remember when we went to Oxford to visit an acquaintance of yours?" asked Louise.

Mycroft searched into the hard drive of his mind to find that certain day, and then it hit him. It was 24th August 1997 and both him and Louise went to go visit an old friend who owed him a favour. He can admit that there was, shall we say, a 'spark' between them.

"Yes, but I can only remember key details of that day. Why do you ask?"

"Well, you remember what happened that night?"

Mycroft paused. He did indeed remember that night, how could he forget? It was the night that both declared their feelings for each other and expressed their passion between them...physically. He started to tap rapidly on the desk with his ball point pen.

"Yes, I remember. Why? What does this have to do with present day?"

"Well, under the circumstances, it seems that on that very night, the night we shared our dormant love for each other. What I am trying to say is that, from what happened, it seems th-"

"Just. Tell. Me."

"Mycroft...you have a daughter."

Mycroft stopped his tapping and stared at the marks it left on the notepad. So many functions were happening to him, so much that he was unwilling to answer or even show any signs of emotion. A daughter. Mycroft Holmes has a daughter. There was anger building up inside of him as he put pressure on the grip of his pen.

"Her name is Elizabeth Colman and she is 15 years old. I have called you to tell you that...I don't think she is coping in Cambridge. She is quite a nuisance towards the teachers and student, I know what I am about to ask from you is too much, but it would rea-"

"How could you not tell me I had a daughter?"

He was at the point where all his anger leads him to standing up and applying a fist towards the table. He could hear tiny whispers coming from the other side of the door.

"Please Mycroft; this is about our child for god sakes, not about me. Just let me finish what I have to tell you."

He sat back down on his leather chair and put the phone on speaker phone as he rested his head in his hands.

"I know what I am about to ask is too much, but it would really help. Since I can find no bond whatsoever between me and her, I would like her to spend a couple of months in London...with you"

Mycroft thought about the offer and hesitated before he answered.

"I'll see what I can do"

Without warning, he put the phone back in the socket, cutting off the talk between them. As he did this, Anthea walked into the office with a phonebook and diary in hand.

"I guess you heard and the answer is no. Don't cancel any of my appointments. I will not have that child in my house."

"Mr Holmes, to be honest I think your overreacting. That woman sounded like she needed you. Are you really going to let her down like that?"

She didn't get an answer at first, but she waited for a length of time before she heard words leave his lips.

"Louise lied to me. She kept my daughter a secret. Why should I help her? She doesn't deserve it. I have lost all my love for her and will not gain any relationship with 'Elizabeth'. I don't want to see any of them in my life ever again. Now please Anthea would you leave my office, your letting a draft in"

She couldn't believe what she was hearing. She is his daughter. She is a Holmes. Anthea wasn't going to have any of this...not at all.