3 days later, John was having his breakfast and eating it in front of the telly calmly. He was watching some idiotic show, but he wasn't really paying attention to it. He just needed some background noise while he waited for Sherlock to come and join him for breakfast.

"Jaaaaaawn!" came Sherlock's voice from the bathroom. She had been in there for the past 30 minutes, showering and getting dressed.

"What?" John called back, sipping his cup of tea.

"John, come here please!"

He sighed and set his cup down, and walked to the bathroom. Steam was coming out from under the door and the water stopped running. "May I come in?"

He could hear her scoff. "Don't be daft, John, of course you can."

He opened the door and stepped inside, a gust of warm damp air hitting his face. Sherlock was in front of the mirror and had a towel around her face. She struggled with her bra strap and turned to John.

"I don't know how to put this on."

"What makes you think I know? I'm clueless about girls!"

"No, you're not," Sherlock rolled her eyes. "Just find a way to help me put this on, my hands hurt from all the trying."

John approached her and grasped the straps in his hands. He tried at least three times to fasten the straps, and when he succeeded, Sherlock sighed thankfully.

"Finally! I don't know how women can do this everyday. I certainly can't."

"I know, but I guess once you get the hang of it, you'll be fine. Anyway, I've made tea, care for a cuppa?" he asked.

Sherlock grabbed a shirt. "Yeah, some tea would be nice. My stomach hurts like hell. Why d'you think it's doing that? I've never really had stomach aches before."

John walked out and Sherlock followed in tow, fixing her hair while she walked.

"Well maybe you ate something bad lately, I don't know." he responded, sitting down and handing Sherlock his tea.

As soon as Sherlock's lips touched the cup, the doorbell rung. Her eyes suddenly twinkled mischievously and she chuckled. "Probably Mycroft,"

She rose up from her seat despite John's protests and walked to the door, slightly swaying her hips. John couldn't help but look and he felt his mouth go dry. Sherlock opened the door and tucked a strand of hair behind her ears.

"Hello, I'm here to see-"

"Ohh, I remember you!" she squealed before Mycroft had the time to talk. "Mycroft, is it?"

Mycroft looked perplexed for a second before he blushed slightly and nodded.

"Of course! I couldn't forget your lovely face if I tried. Are you here to see Sherlock?" she asked.

John noticed how strange she sounded saying her own name. She probably wasn't used to speaking about herself, and her voice sounded different as soon as she uttered her name.

"Yes, I am," came Mycroft's reply. "Is he here?"

"Oh, I'm afraid not, love." Sherlock pouted her lips. "He hasn't come round for a while. But he called last night and informed us that he was in France."

"In France? What in heavens is he doing there?" Mycroft asked, frowning.

"He said he was with one of his lady friends. What was her name again? I forgot, but if you want I'll ring him up again and ask him."

"Sherlock doesn't have any lady friends," Mycroft said, sneering. "He barely has any friends. But I'm glad he's with a lady and not with a man. Been spending too much time with other men lately, and it's good to hear that he isn't at least gay." he uttered the word like it was a sin.

Sherlock's eye twitched slightly but she quickly smiled. "Well why don't you come in for a while then? I'll set the kettle for some more tea."

Mycroft grinned and thanked her, walking in the flat. He set his umbrella down and greeted John stiffly, taking a seat opposite him. Sherlock quickly followed with a cup of tea and some sugar.

"How much sugar would you like?"

"I'll have five cubes please,"

"Hmm...you like things sweet, don't you? I like that." Sherlock winked seductively and dropped five sugar cubes in the cup. She cackled internally at Mycroft's blush.

She sat down next to John and they sat in silence for a while.

"So," Mycroft began, clearing his throat. "How do you like it here, Cindy?"

Sherlock didn't respond due to the fact that she wasn't used to being called Cindy. She continued sipping her tea and scrolled down her messages on her phone.

"Cindy?"

"Cindy!" John finally poked her.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" she said, looking up all innocently. "I was just going through some messages. John got me this phone yesterday, isn't it lovely?"

Mycroft nodded. "It is. I remember Sherlock had one just like it. I was asking if you like it here,"

"I love it! The weather can be quite dreadful at times and it's quite cold, but I love it here. But John hasn't been taking me to places and always making me stay at home," she answered with a pout.

"Is that right?" Mycroft asked, lifting an eyebrow. "John hasn't been taking you out?"

"No, he's so boring. Always stays at home awaiting texts from his dear...friend, Sherlock," she said, straining the word 'friend'. She quickly glanced at John and winked.

John's cheeks and neck were pink and he cleared his throat.

"I have not," he protested. "I haven't used my phone in ages."

"Really? Well your phone has been buzzing quite a lot at night, hmm Johnny? Getting quite a lot of messages are we then?"

John was mortified, staring daggers at Sherlock's direction. He pulled out his phone and furiously texted her, knowing well that her phone was on silent.


SHUT UP YOU IDIOT! YOU ARE SO GETTING IT WHEN YOU'RE BACK TO YOUR REGULAR BODY. -JW


"Well, there's your phone, John," Mycroft said, obviously embarrassed at Sherlock's earlier comment. "You probably should put it on silent, so it won't keep...ah, 'vibrating' at night."

"No, I assure you that it won't be." John replied, smiling stiffly. He watched as Sherlock picked up her phone.

She almost giggled and replied to John's message.


Am I? Can't wait then. -SH


Looking up from her phone, she discretely blew a kiss at John and turned to Mycroft.

"That was just my friend Cynthia. She lives here actually and we were planning on visiting town today, but unfortunately she can't make it. And grumpy old John won't take me."

"Well...I can take you if you want, Cindy." Mycroft said, twiddling his thumbs. "I mean, you don't have to say yes or anything, but you know, since I figured she won't take you and neither would John, and I have some free time on my hands today, I could take you."

Sherlock smiled (to be honest, that smile almost made two hearts stop in the room-both Mycroft's and John's). "Will you? Thank you so much Mycroft! When can we go?"

He looked at his watch and hummed. "Well, is 2:00 P.M good for you? I have an errand to run and I'll be right back to pick you up."

"It's perfect!" she said. "Thank you so much My! Can I call you that? Is that okay?"

Mycroft nodded, a little too nervous to be getting so much attention from her.

She made a happy sound and stood up and walked over to where he was sitting and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "I'll see you later then," she said, walking away, leaving a very confused and dazed Mycroft.

Once she was in her room, Mycroft looked over to John.

"Did she just kiss me?" he asked.

"Technically it was just a peck on the cheek, but, yes." John almost rolled his eyes at Mycroft's reaction.

Of course, a kiss from the one and only Sherlock Holmes was a gift on its own. John gets so much more than just a friendly peck on the cheek, and knowing that made him gloat. If only Mycroft knew what has happening. If only he knew what John and Sherlock did in their spare time, even though the fact would make a dead man blush. Mycroft had no idea that the kiss he just received was from his brother and he had no idea what was coming for him.

"I like your niece, she's nice." Mycroft said as he stood up. "Bring her here more often, would you?"

And with that, he walked out of the flat, carrying his umbrella. As soon as he was a block away, John stood up.

"SHERLOCK!" he yelled, running to the room. He barged in and found her sitting calmly on the bed, her hands together and underneath her chin.

"No need to yell, John. I'm right here,"

"What was that? Why did you tell him all those things?! Why the hell did you just arrange a date with your brother?! Oh my God. Oh my God, Sherlock!"

She chuckled softly. "It wouldn't take a trained detective to see what's going on here, John. He's obviously attracted to me, as disgusting as it sounds. And I want to play. So I figured arranging a date would be...fun."

"You don't play with human beings, Sherlock!" John sighed, feeling as he were explaining this to a toddler. "And he's your brother for goodness sake!"

"I know," came her calm reply. "I'm not going to kiss or make out with him, John. I won't even let him take me home. I assure you that I am not going to commit incest."

"Then what are you going to do?!"

"...Play. Experiment. Have fun. I want to know what makes a woman attractive to men, John."

"And why in the world did you bring up my phone buzzing at night?! It sounded like I was playing with a vibrator or something of the sort!" John said, mortified.

Sherlock smirked miscellaneously. "Oh, John. I know what you did. Those months before we started seeing each other and dating, don't you think I heard those noises coming from your room at night? By the way, as soon as I'm back to a male, you better show me all your toys."

John blushed terribly and held his face in his hands. "That was my phone," he mumbled, trying to find an excuse.

"I know very well you turn off your phone at night, John. Don't worry, your secret's safe with me." Sherlock winked again.

John held the bridge of his nose. "You know what, fine. Go 'play' or 'experiment' or whatever you call it. Just don't do things you'll regret."

Sherlock laughed. "I already did! I kissed him on the cheek. He was sweaty and smelled weird, and let me tell you I am not kissing him ever again. Yeugh. The thought of kissing my own brother makes me sick."

"But you did it." John reminded him.

"I did. Not again will I ever."

"Good, because I'd like to think that you still want me, Sherlock."

Sherlock sat up and went to hug John.

"I'll always want you, John. Always, even as a...female. Okay? Don't ever worry."

John hugged her back and kissed the top of her head. "Alright. Go, be my niece. You have a date with your brother."


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