Disclaimer: I don't own Sherlock at all, but I will lay claim to my OC.

Heaven Help A Holmes in Need

By: DemonClowSorceress

Mycroft's Surprising Guest

Mycroft Holmes was used to having visitors at all hours of the day. It was one of the inconveniences of holding a minor position in the British government.

But when he walked into his office in the middle of the night to see a young woman sitting behind his desk, he knew this particular visitor had no appointment. She was in his private room in the Diogenes Club, in his personal chair, and without raising a single of his alarms. Just as she always did every time she stopped in.

From the radio out in the Diogenes Club, Mycroft heard the faint strains of a familiar song. "It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas..." He smiled wryly as he recalled precisely what day it was. "So it's that time of year again. You're staying for the holiday, I presume?"

"Don't I always?" asked the young woman. Raven-black hair fell to her shoulders in smooth waves, parted to the side and with a sheaf of bangs dropping to curve around her left eye. She had the body of a runway model, the unblemished skin of a porcelain doll, the voice of a fallen angel, and a cleverness that rivaled that of any Holmes.

"You know he won't see you."

Periwinkle blue eyes blinked, glittering with a muted fire that Mycroft found himself missing on the nights he let himself be sentimental. "I have to. He needs me this time."

"It's pointless. You know how he feels about seeing you."

A perfect Cupid's bow curved upwards in a wry smile identical to the one adorning Mycroft's lips. "Thanks for the vote of confidence, Myke."

"You know how I despise that nickname," he said in a soft voice.

"And yet you still allow me to call you that."

So I do. Leaning on his umbrella, Mycroft gave his guest a thoughtful look. "It is good to see you again."

She rose from his chair with almost boneless grace. The top of her head came to just above his chin - she'd grown again, almost another whole centimeter. "I hope it won't be the last time."

"Isn't that up to you?"

"I've told you that it's up to my bosses how often I can visit." Bouncing up on her tiptoes, the girl pressed a brief kiss to Mycroft's cheek. "Don't work too late tonight, okay Myke? You're not superhuman." With a turn of her heel she spun around him and headed out his office door.

Mycroft shut his eyes and focused on the sound of receding footsteps. The image of his late-night guest was burned into his retinas as the words quietly left his lips. "Welcome home, Tamasin."

And he heard her whisper, "Good to be home, Mycroft."

A.N. - So of all the Sherlock fanfics I wanted to launch (most are Sherlolly-based) this one stood up and screamed "I VOLUNTEER AS TRIBUTE!" the loudest. Stick around, I've got quite a bit planned for Sherlock, Mycroft, John, and of course, Tamasin!

Review please!