Title: The Sign of Four

Summary: Sherlock returns and he finds out that Mycroft is together with John.

Disclaimer: I do not owe BBC Sherlock!

Author's notes: I found the transcript online. So on the google search engine, type in: "The Empty Hearse Transcript" and it should be the very first website on the list. It is a livejournal account. Kudos to them!


"I think I'll surprise John, he'll be delighted," Sherlock says with a smirk.

"You think so?" Mycroft asked.

"Hmm. I'll pop up into Baker Street. Who knows – jump out of the cake," Sherlock said.

Mycroft frowns, "Baker Street? He isn't there anymore," he replies.

Sherlock looks at him surprised, "he must be there," he said.

"Why would he be? It's been two years. He's got on with his life," Mycroft said.

Sherlock frowns, "What life? I've been away," he said. Mycroft practically rolled his eyes even though he didn't showed it, "where's he going to be tonight?" He asked as he was eager
to see John and he missed one important fact about Mycroft.

Mycroft, who was basically clearly cheering inside said, "how would I know?"

Sherlock huffed, "you always know," he said.

"He has a dinner reservation in the Marylebone Road. Nice little spot. They have a few bottles of the 2000 Saint-Emilion...though I prefer the 2001," Mycroft replies.

"I think maybe I'll drop by," Sherlock said pleased.

"You know, it is possible that you won't be welcomed," Mycroft says.

"No it isn't. Now where is it?" Sherlock asked.

"Where's what?" Mycroft asked.

"You know what," Sherlock said as at the precise moment, Anthea came in with his coat.


Later that evening, Sherlock was inside the Marylebone Road. He put on his disguise and went on over to John's table, "can I help you with anything, sir?" He asked with a French accent.

John doesn't look at Sherlock as he was looking down at the menu, "hi, yea, I'm looking for a bottle of champagne - a good one," he said.

Sherlock leans over to John and talks about the varieties of champagne as John didn't look up to speak to him. Annoyed that John didn't looked up yet, Sherlock left. John was waiting for someone, a very important someone as he blows a nervous breath.

"Sorry I'm late," a voice said startling him.

John looks up and smiles, "Mycroft, your never late for me," he said.

Unknown to John but Mycroft knowingly but didn't say anything to John, Sherlock was still nearby in his disguise as he was so shocked on seeing Mycroft there that he almost tripped on where he was walking.

"Are you okay?" John asked worriedly.

Mycroft gave him a rare smile that made Sherlock almost dropped his jaw to the ground. "I'm fine John, I just had a tiring day, that's all," he said.

"Oh, what happened?" John asked intrigued.

"Well..." Mycroft began as he proceeds to take out a ring box from his pocket.

Just as Mycroft was going to take it out, Sherlock comes over with glasses and champagne. Mycroft swore as he knew whom it was and John gave him an apologetically smile even though he still hadn't looked at Sherlock yet.

"Sir, I think you'll find this vintage exceptionally to your liking," Sherlock said in his accent.

Mycroft was annoyed that his little brother had interrupted his proposal and John was having difficulty not to laugh at Mycroft's look. At that moment, Sherlock took off his glasses.

"No, look seriously..." John began as he looks up at Sherlock, "could you just..." his face drops as he was in utter disbelief.

"John, please, let me explain," Mycroft began.

John turns over to him as Mycroft saw tears in his eyes, "you knew," he said.

"It's not Mycroft's fault, John. To be precise, I am not dead," Sherlock said.

"John?" Mycroft asked worriedly as he was looking at his lover who didn't said anything.

John took a deep breath as he was shaky, "two years! Two fucking years!" He snapped.

"John, please..." Mycroft said as he was trying to calm his lover down so that they won't get kicked out.

"Why?" John asked.

"Look John, Mycroft and I will explain everything to you later, but I must say, when Mycroft showed me your picture earlier today, are you going to keep that?" Sherlock asked smirking as he gestures to the mustache on John's lip.

John draws in one more long breath, then hurls himself at Sherlock, grabbing his lapels and bundling him back across the floor until Sherlock loses his footing and then both fall to the floor, John on top of Sherlock and trying to throttle him. Mycroft and various waiters run to pull John off.


"Thanks a lot, Sherlock," Mycroft mutters as he, John and Sherlock were back in Mycroft's spacious flat.

Sherlock looks around, "The last time I was here, there wasn't this much stuff. Did John moved in with you?" He asked.

"To be precise, yes," Mycroft said as he and Sherlock were sitting in the living room while John was seething and trying to calm himself in their master bedroom.

"So are the two of you officially together? Does mum and dad know?" Sherlock asked intrigued.

"Yes Sherlock, our parents know. However, I'm not sure we are together now since you returned. He is clearly pissed at me," Mycroft said.

"We are together," a voice said as the two men looked and saw John entering the living room and sitting beside Mycroft. "I just want to know why you didn't bloody tell me in the first place!" He snapped.

"And I want to know how the two of you got together," Sherlock said looking back and forth at Mycroft and John, "the last time you were seen together, John was pissed at you Mycroft," he said.

"Whose going first to tell the tale?" Mycroft asked.

"Why don't we let Sherlock go first? I want to know what he'd been doing for the past two years," John said glaring at Sherlock angrily.

"If you insist," Sherlock replies.


TBC...

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