AUTHORS NOTES:
Hello! This is my first fanfic so I'd like to apologise in advance for anything that I've done wrong... I'm also from Wales so there might be some slang that I don't realise is slang, I've noticed I do that a lot. So just let me know if you have any questions about anything!
There's going to be a lot of ships as the story progresses. But if you want a certain ship then I'll see what I can do ;)
I'm hoping you'll enjoy!
Oh and I don't own anything though I'd love to ;) hehehe
Have fun!
John stopped mid key press and his eyes caught a familiar reflection on his laptop screen. A smiling, rosy cheeked Mycroft stood just behind him. He was holding the familiar black umbrella and was wearing his sharp suits as usual. But he looked more, what John could only describe as, at ease with life in general.
"Once again you capture my brother perfectly with that insightful blog of yours Doctor Watson". The quick comment left him stunned. Never had John heard a compliment come from Mycroft's lips so easily.
"Are you alright Mycroft?" He inquired. Someone must have died that he really didn't like. That was the only explanation. He shut the lid of the laptop and put it on the floor. At this Sherlock appeared: hearing the exchange from his microscope in the kitchen. He was intrigued.
"Oh I am indeed alright John"
"Yes. What do you want?" Sherlock was uncharacteristically confused by Mycroft's chipper mood.
"Come on brother dear, you've lost your touch. Deduce me" He taunted and he flopped- actually flopped- into Sherlock's usual seat opposite John. John's head was turning back and for, searching for answers from the two, as they stared each other down.
For the first time in many years Sherlock looked at his brother. Not just a sideways glance to see how badly the diet was going; and it was going badly. He really looked.
"Oh for God's sake Mycroft" Sherlock huffed.
"What?" John was thoroughly confused by this point, and even felt a little bit left out.
"A congratulations would have sufficed" Mycroft fiddled with his umbrella pursing his lips.
"Caring isn't an advantage, Mycroft" Sherlock growled taking a step closer to his brother.
"You know as well as I, dear brother, that sometimes" A pointed look at Sherlock. "Just sometimes, I can be wrong". Sherlock scoffed. John was taken aback by this new revelation. "You never listen to me anyway" Mycroft quickly added.
"Does she know what she's getting herself into?" The younger Holmes snapped back.
"My fiancé" He emphasised. "Knows exactly what she's getting 'into'. If you had ever found the time to speak to us about something other than yourself or your work, then you would know that we've been-" He searched for the tight term "-Together, for some time". Sherlock rolled his eyes; unaffected by Mycroft's sharp comment.
"She knows Sherlock". Deadly serious, Mycroft looked intently at his brother. "She knows everything". With that he upped and left; leaving a perplexed blogger and a furious, and slightly surprised, consulting detective in the living room of 221B Baker Street.
"What was that?" John exclaimed as the front door shut with a bang.
"My brother preparing for marital bliss" He stated off handily, back at his microscope.
"Your brother; the British government; Mycroft Holmes, is getting married?!" The total idea unnerved the poor Doctor Watson.
"Obviously"
"God help anyone who crosses her path" He mumbled.
Moments later a thought struck John. "To who? You seem to know her" He turned to see Sherlock deep into his microscope. But there was no slide under it. John tried to stifle a laugh.
"I need to go to Barts" Sherlock replied not missing a beat. With that Sherlock was out of the door and hailing a cab before John could even get his jacket on. Whatever Sherlock was planning on doing, he wanted to do it now.