RELATIONSHIPS: Mycroft Holmes/Sherlock Holmes, Mycroft Holmes/John Watson, Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Mycroft Holmes/Sherlock Holmes/John Watson

TAGS: Hurt/Comfort, Injury, holmescest, Johnlock - Freeform, Johncroft, Johnlockcroft, Threesome - M/M/M, Brother/Brother Incest, Fluff, Orgasm Delay

Written for the Tumblr Sherlock Fandom Prompts and Challenges August 3 Word Prompt: Hope, Deletion, and Wake

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Mycroft's POV
It had been three weeks since the accident. Three weeks of watching the machines whenever he was off work. Three weeks of hoping and worrying and, as much as he hates it, fretting over whether his brother was going to wake up or not.

When John had first called, he had been in shock. Why was he not notified of this sooner? Was his surveillance slacking? How is it the blonde doctor was the one to notify him? Why did he still not have the details of what caused his brother's injury even three weeks later? What he did know was they were on a case when his brother was hit by a speeding car that it knocked him off the bridge they were on and threw him into the water. Apparently the only reason his brother lives is John went in after him, and once he was out of the water set to making sure everything was in working order while the paramedics were on the way.

"Sir?" his assistant murmurs from the spot beside him.

Coming out of his mind, he tilts his head and replies, "Yes?"

"Doctor Watson wished for me to inform you that Sherlock is showing signs of waking. He said he tried your phone but it went to voicemail." She remarks softly.

He nods, glancing at the desk and the papers on it before standing.

"Shall I order the car?" she queries with a tilt of her head.

"Yes, I shall work from my home office or phone for the rest of the day," he responds as he heads to the side room where he keeps his briefcase.

"Sir, why don't you take the rest of the day off? Everything of import is done, I can handle the little details and text you for anything I may need permission for." She suggests quietly, looking at him rather than her phone which is unusual.

He closes his eyes, thinking about it briefly before nodding, "Of course."

"Very good," she states as she goes back to the phone.

Nodding once more, he leaves the office and heads towards the parking garage. His stride faster than normal as he walks through the building and climbs into the car. Once in the car, he checks the report that Anna had uploaded. The footage has finally been collected, as has all the reports on it.

During the ride over he reviews them, watching in horrified silence as the person who they were after stops a vehicle by jumping in front of it, pulling the driver out, getting in the car and slamming on the gas. Because his brother is faster than the doctor, he was the one who was hit. The car didn't get too far however as the doctor pulled his gun and shot the driver before diving into the water after his brother. The next several minutes are the doctor pulling his brother out of the water, pulling a knife from somewhere to open his clothes before carefully starting to check him over, frowning at whatever it is he discovers. It is at that point he switches to the medical files, reading about the broken ribs, punctured lung, damage to most of his other organs, hypothermia from the water, and a concussion.

Closing the file, he considers the fact that John Watson was deadlier than he realized. While he was aware the younger man had excellent aim, he had not realized quite how excellent. It is a good thing the doctor never decided to put a bullet in him while his brother was gone or things could have gone far different.

When the car pulls up to the curb, he closes the file and tucks his phone into his pocket. A moment later he slides out of the car, and strides up to the hospital, his umbrella clicking lightly against the cement as he goes. Inside the hospital, he makes his way to his brother's room, finding the doctor sitting on the edge of the bed, carefully taking vitals despite the machines already doing it. A small smile plays across the blonde's lips.

Turning his head slightly, the younger man remarks, "Hello Mycroft."

"Good evening, Doctor Watson," he replies, since the Mary fiasco, he had not felt comfortable calling him by his first name. Some reason, the burning image of him nearly dead after a bullet ripped through him and his wife, killing Mary and the child, and leaving John in a coma for three months. During those three months his brother had stayed by the doctor's side, often begging him to live, to heal, to recover. Even worse than that was the fact he started wanting the doctor to wake up too. That terrified him. So when the doctor woke up, he started calling him by his formal name once more, to distance himself from the blonde.

"He's now in normal sleep, sometime in the next few hours he should be waking up properly." The doctor states before shifting to the side so he is not directly next to him but still close.

"That's good. I apologize for not answering the phone, I accidently muted it." He explains quietly, not wishing to be too loud.

"I figured you were busy, so I called Anthea instead, I knew she could reach you as soon as you were available." The younger man states with a shrug.

"Thank you," he replies, eyes bouncing around the room as he finishes processing everything he had read. The reason the report was so late is some idiot clerk, who would be shipped out to the coldest and worst place he can find, had accidently deleted all of the records and his request for information. It had taken his PA personally acquiring the original copies around her already busy work schedule.

"Sit down Mycroft, you look like you are about to pass out." The blonde orders him, pointing at the chair on the other side of the bed. "When was the last time you ate something?"

He blinks, shocked to hear what his brother refers to as Captain Watson, coming to the surface. "Yesterday at some point in the morning," he answers with a shrug.

"Right, well then, you need to eat." The doctor declares as he eyes him. With a shake of his head he mutters, "Gezz, I swear the two of you are trying to drive me gray." Catching his glance firmly and a little bit louder he queries, "Food preference?"

"Not salad or something frozen?" he really is not sure he wants to be eating.

"Ummmhmmm," the younger man responds thoughtfully, "Well then, Angelo's it is." Standing the blonde leaves the room after gently brushing a dark curl away from his brother's face.

"You're flatmate is an interesting goldfish Sherlock," he mutters, not sure if that is a compliment or insult.

"More like a koi," his brother rasps without opening his eyes. "You think he is a plain goldfish then you discover the fighting nature, determination, and hidden depth."

He almost asks the completely foolish question of, 'how are you feeling', but bites his lip because he looks like he is still in pain.

Slowly, his little brother opens his eyes before snapping them shut again. "Dim the lights," his brother quietly demands.

Complying quickly, he does so, debating about whether to call for his official doctor or not to alert them that he has awoken.

Before he has to decide, John and another doctor walk in, neither touch the lights though the second doctor takes all of his states and such. "Doctor Watson has informed me that he order food for you from elsewhere because you are too stubborn to eat the food here. Normally I would not allow that, however I have long known Doctor Watson, and he tends to be blunt about patients needs. When you are done, we will get the tests that need to be run completed."

His brother nods slightly, just a twitch of his head.

Nothing else is said as the doctor swans off without saying another word.

"Dinner for all three of us will be here in twenty five minutes or so," the blonde announces as he checks his brother as well, more out of instinct and habit than anything else.

"Angelo's?" His brother asks with a soft smile on his lips, the sort of smile he normally only sees behind closed doors when it is the two of them.

Something in his gut clinches hotly, after years of them keeping their relationship private he has a feeling his brother is finally going to end it in favor of trying for a relationship with the blonde doctor. While he normally denies all emotional attachment or needs, it is one he accepted years before when the fifteen year old boy gave him two choices. Since then, only during the stint where he was out of the country studying abroad have they not been in that relationship. After he had discovered what his leaving had done to his brother, well he made it a point to see the younger man at least once a month now.

Still, his brother has awoken, that is a good thing.