So through all the Sherlock fanfiction I've read I've never seen any Mycroft/OC and I felt bad... so I decided to do it myself. I hope it's good! Tell me if you find my OC too Mary Sue (I really hope she isn't) It might get a bit Sherlock/OC at time or even John/OC but it's mainly a Mycroft/OC story.

Another long day of trying to keep Britain's government from collapsing in on itself. Another horribly boring day behind a desk with horribly boring paperwork, and quite frankly, horribly made tea.

Anthea tried, she really did, but it was honestly the poorest excuse for earl grey he ever consumed. Under sweetened, too cold by the time it was brought to him, and too much milk. Some mornings she even went as far to attempt to add honey to his tea. Honey.

Besides that, and the fact he had to keep the world from ending at least once a week, Mycroft Holmes really enjoyed his job. That and the threats he receives on his life.

Now that he was free for the evening, Mycroft was exiting his office building, ready to go home and forget the legal work for a bit. Usually he'd get a car home and order some take away when he got back, but it was a fairly beautiful night tonight. So rather than the five-minute ride home, Mycroft opted for the roughly fifteen minutes walk.

He was walking down the road, past all the normal people and trying his best to ignore their horribly mundane lives. He swung his umbrella lazily and looked around for the little Chinese place he really likes. He knew it was one of these building.

Seeing in the distance, about three buildings down, Mycroft smiled to himself. They honestly had the best sesame chicken he ever had. His walking increased a small amount, for now all he wanted was his food and the nice warmth of his large estate.

He'd practically reached the take-away place when something banged into him, knocking the umbrella out of his hand. Mycroft may be a bit rusty but he was still in enough shape to react to the sudden bump.

His hand grasp whomever's wrist it was and he turned to face them, keeping his hold as the other person struggled to keep running. Mycroft's eyes widen at what was in front of him, for it wasn't what he expected.

Actually he wasn't sure what he'd expected, or even why he'd grabbed their wrist. Maybe he expected a jogger, or some child, but not this.

In front of Mycroft was a woman. She was younger, maybe late twenties, she had long black hair, that, at the moment was in wild ringlets around her face. Her bright greens eyes were set on her pretty face, which was pale and dotted with small freckles. She had pretty rosy cheeks and nice pink lips that were open slightly in fear.

Mycroft could tell from the position they were in she was on the small side, both skinny and short. Her whole body was in defensive stance. Mycroft couldn't help but pause a second looking into her eyes, pretty green... there's that fear again.

Mycroft blinked a few times and his own mouth dropped open slightly as he looked at her. She was taking deep panicked breaths and looking back at him. There was some commotion a few builds back and her head snapped in the direction before she looked back up at Mycroft, the fear growing.

Mycroft could sense her preparing to dart off again and gently tightened his grip on her wrist, but not enough to hurt her. Turning to actually face her fully he used his other hand to hold her other wrist also. He glanced back and then down to her again. Something about her... he wanted to know what she was running from, he wanted to protect her.

"Miss... Miss, please listen.. What are you running from, what's wrong?" He asked. keeping his professional air, with some effort. She shook her head, a few loose tears rolling down her pale cheeks.

"No... No please, please let me go... Please!" She cried, voice wavering with panic. Mycroft's eyes widen slightly again, and he glanced back, confused about what could possibly scare her so much, "Let me go! Please! He's coming, he'll kill you..." She whimpered.

A few people have stopped and were looking at the panicking girl, and Mycroft holding her. This wasn't a good situation to be in, but he couldn't let her go. Because if he let her go and who ever got to her, and hurt her, he'd feel responsible for it.

"Miss... Please listen to me.. I can help you, whoever he is, he won't get to you. I can help you." Mycroft said, voice calm and level. He pulled her towards him slightly and took a step back out of the crowed of people walking by, forgetting his umbrella in the sidewalk.

A few yards away a woman got shoved out of the way of someone still out of view and she fell to the ground with a shout. There were a couple more yells and the woman in Mycroft arms gasped loudly and took a large step forward latching onto him. He let out a small surprised noise of his own as she hid her face in his chest, clutching him still, shaking hard in his arms.

Mycroft turned, woman still in his arms so he was blocking her from the main part of the sidewalk, holding her close... but.. why? Why was he even bothering to do so? Usually he could care less about the personal affairs of other people. Usually his night could have easily continued his even with just a small scoff and scoping down to retrieve his umbrella. Now he was holding a stranger to his chest for protection.

Someone bagged fairly hard into Mycroft's back and he staggered forward, keeping a grip on her as he did so, so she didn't fall. Not sure whether or not, that was the threat that just bumped him, Mycroft opted to keep her close still, hushing her sobs.

After a moment before continued to walk again, all mumbling about some guy who's been running down the street. Mycroft pulled the shivering girl away from his chest and looked down at her. The eye makeup that had accented her pretty green eyes was now smudged and running down her cheeks.

Mycroft glanced at his white button up, seeing the black stains. He couldn't find any part of him to get frustrated with this stranger.

"Miss, Miss, tell me your name please.." He asked softly, looking at her, and trying his very hardest to keep his voice soft, not wanting to scare her.

She looked around wildly for a moment before wiping her nose and looking up at Mycroft, "I... Thank you..." She whispered looking back down at her feet. She wiped her nose again and went to take a step away when Mycroft stopped her.

"Please, Tell me, I can help you, I have very important people in very important places. I can keep you safe." He assured. She glanced back up at him and shook her head softly, a few tears pulling over again.

"I can't tell you... I can't because he's watching..." She whispered looking around before leaning slightly closer, "He's always watching and he'll kill you if I tell you..." Mycroft's eyes widen slightly and he managed not to step back in.. shock? He lowered his voice and moved his face closer to her's so he could whisper.

"Tell me your name... No one is going to kill you.. tell me who's hurting you.." After a moment of silent she looked back up at him.

"My names Hailey Black..." She said, voice soft, barely audible.

Welp. I hope you guys liked that... honestly I'm not sure where this is going, or if I'll even continue it... If you want me to continue, leave a review on how you liked it. Thanks!

xoxo TheNewestCompanion