The Reason I Don't Care
Chapter 1
I walked into the kitchen of 221B. It was two and the sun was shining bright through the south windows. Mycroft of course was sitting at the table. He had something on his mind, obviously. He had called me two hours before this and told me he was coming over to discuss a matter of great importance. I headed to the counter behind Mycroft and started to make some tea.
"Hello Sherlock", Mycroft said without looking at me. As usual he had the constipated, yet professional look on his face.
"Brother Dear", I said glancing at the back of his head.
"How is John Watson?" He asked.
"John is good. He is in Brussels with Mary for the week I believe they are at The Royal Museum of the Army and Military History or just leaving to go to The Musée Bruxellois de la Gueuze for a nice bottle of wine", I said as I filled the kettle with water.
"Of course, little brother. But you, out of all people, don't need that. Oh and has John figured out about your little problem yet? Hmm?" Mycroft said. Mycroft read my brief pause, "So he doesn't know" he smirked.
"Oh brother dear, how nice of you to come over to catch up on things that you really don't care about", I said mockingly as I started to pour the hot water into a teapot, "What did you come here for anyways?"
"You like that teapot very much. Mother's old one?", he said.
"Of course", I said.
"What a shame it would be if it was broken", he said half smirking, "why don't you put it down brother of mine".
"I think I like it where it is, thank you very much", I said
"I warned you", he replied.
I stayed quiet hoping that he had brought me a very big, very complicated case.
"Sherlock, I have met someone", He said calmly.
"Who have you met this time Mycroft old boy? An old acquaintance? A new trainer? Who?" I asked excitedly.
"A woman", he said and turned around he had a slight smile on his face then he said, "Oops".
Then I realized that my Mother's old teapot was in pieces around my feet.
"Umm, what?", I said, "I think my ears have betrayed me. I could have sworn you just said that you have met a woman".
"Oh but Sherlock I have. A most wonderful woman! Her name is Alice".
"What? What do you mean you have met a woman?", I asked getting concerned.
"I mean to say that I am in a relationship with a beautiful woman named Alice Scott", he simply said.
"You WHAT?! Beautiful woman? Mycroft do you have any idea what you are doing? Mycroft are you serious?" I shouted in disbelief.
Mycroft turned around and looked at Sherlock. "We met six months ago, strangely, right after we played the object owner game with the camera man's hat, the one from the terrorist attack on the tube, and claimed that I was lonely. As soon as I walked out the door to your flat I ran into her. Literally ran into her. She and I toppled to the ground. I ripped the knee of my suit. She, on the other hand, was thrown into Baker Street. A cabby was honking at her even though she was clearly disoriented. She had a small cut on the side of her forehead. It was bleeding badly. So naturally I took her to the hospital and put the charges for her medical care on my tab, after all I ran into her. They stitched her up and then after they evaluated her they released her to me. She introduced herself as Alice Scott and apologized for falling over me. She asked if she could repay me for the trouble she had caused me and she also said she wanted to thank me for paying her medical bill. She asked if she could take me to dinner. I agreed and she had Anthea drive us to L'Autre Pied, as you very well know it is my favorite restaurant. We then proceeded to have a lovely dinner and kept interesting conversations and at the end she asked me if she could see me again. Of course I told myself I was going to say no but then my mouth formed the words, 'I would like that very much indeed'. She quickly took down my number and she gave me hers. Then I had Anthea drive her home. I took a cabby home. Can you imagine me in a cabby! Later when I reached home I realized it and didn't know how to react so I took a scalding shower and drenched myself in disinfectant. Then next day I was distracted all day. I couldn't seem to focus. My mind kept wandering to her. I tried to push her out of my thoughts but with in a few minutes she back. I continued on like that for two weeks. Finally I couldn't take it. I had to call her. I dialed her number. I pressed each number. Dreading that she wouldn't answer or that she had forgotten me.
Ring.
Ring.
Ring.
Ring.
Ring.
I started to give up hope and was about to hang up when she answered. I said hello and to my surprise she remembered me still. I asked her if she would like to accompany me to the Galla later that week. She said she would like that very much. We had a great time. The next day I couldn't get her out of my head again. I called her in the middle of the day and then I asked if she would like to come to the Regency Ball with me she agreed. We went. We danced. We laughed. We enjoyed each other's company. Later that night I got a feeling when I looked at her smiling she was... beautiful... and I wanted her around me. She made me... happy. I danced with her again and led her out to the pavilion. We sat by the center fountain. We laughed so hard at the stories and jokes we told each other we we almost crying. After that everything got quiet. I was looking at the ground thinking how nice this was. Just me and Alice. I looked up she was looking up at the stars. She was beautiful. I got a feeling that I was about to do something crazy. She looked back down to earth. She smiled slightly. 'Thank you for everything Mycroft.' Then...", he looked at me, "Are you okay brother?"
I realized that my firsts were white because I was gripping the back of a chair so hard. I released the chair and nodded.
"I kissed her Sherlock. She was surprised and Frankly so was I. She smiled and kissed me again. I asked her to be my girl. She agreed happily. We spent the rest of the night talking, holding hands, and kissing. I have been seeing her ever since", he said then turned to look at me. He looked happier than I had seen him in a very long time.
"So you are serious about this woman-", Mycroft cut me off.
"Alice", he said.
"Okay... Alice. So you are serious about Alice?", I asked
"Yes. I am", he said without blinking.
"How serious? Mycroft tell me how serious you are about her", I said.
"I Love her Sherlock. I want her in every way imaginable, and I mean every single way, even unto marriage," he said.
I sat down hard in my chair activating my mind palace. What was he thinking? What was going on? Was Mycroft actually thinking of marrying this girl? How could he do this too me?
When I finally came around it was dark out. Mycroft was sitting in John's spot. I noticed John and Mary were in the room. What are they doing here? Their flight lands at one thirty tomorrow. They aren't suppose to get back until three tomorrow. Ah, Mycroft sent for them to obviously keep me in control. Why would they need to control me? Ah, again, I don't know everything. John was slouched up against the wall. He had a tired worried expression on his face. He looked older and sadder. He seemed to be visually aging. Mary sat on the couch we mostly use for clients. She looked concerned.
"What?", I asked, "What are you all staring at?"
No one answered.
