Mycroft shuffled the paperwork around his desk. He was tired, not physically that would be pedestrian. Far too normal and human for the'ice man', as people had taken to calling him ever since Moriarty had come up with the code name to describe the 'heartless' Holmes. But they did not know his secret. No one knew. Nor would anyone ever know.
Back to the topic at hand, he had a peace conference to plan for, despite what those who knew him believed he took his job very seriously, he loved the work. Work had always helped him control his brain. Unlike his brother who had turned to drugs to control the vast genetic intelligence they had both been born with, Mycroft turned to extensive research and the pursuit of knowledge to keep his sanity.
A loud smash echoed from his receptionist's office, 'Anthea' as she'd started to call herself. Mycroft rose, holding his umbrella like a weapon, ready to strike. The door came crashing open, he raised the umbrella over the figure only to see his brother, Sherlock blinking owlishly up at him from the floor. He smiled at Sherlock, he was used to Sherlock's antics by now so he knew how to deal with them. Sherlock pulled himself up, barely able to stand. Mycroft frowned slightly, anchhe had checked the CCTV footage just this morning, and nothing had seemed out of the ordinary. But now Sherlock was here and he was in an awful state. And why would he be here if in need? What about his trusty Doctor Watson?
His querys must have shown on his face because Sherlock said in a high pitched falsetto,
"Tell Mycie that we're coming down next Tuesday and that we expect your sister to be there too. And I don't care if its a matter of national security, she is still my daughter!"
When Sherlock finished he stared at Mycroft as he blanched with an air of expectancy, obviously waiting for him to speak. He stayed silent, trying desperately to find a solution. Why had Uncle Rudy set him such a difficult task? Mother is a very determined person. Sherlock, finally growing impatient with my silent inner termoil spoke.
"What are we going to do?"
"we?!?" he exclaimed.
"Well because you now you no longer need to hide Eurus, I can help!"
"Its my burden, not yours!"
"No. This was placed upon your shoulders when you were only 10. Let me take on some of the weight for once."
He just shook his head.
"You need to calm down, let some of that tension go."
"How do you suggest we do that"
Suddenly Sherlock yanked Mycroft's tie, pulling him towards Sherlock. Their lips met in a brutal kiss. Passion and love fuelled the following fight of dominance. The kiss was perfect. This was hs secret.