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Eggs, Sausages and Mycroft

John snorted loudly when he woke up. His senses kicked in immediately and he registered the sound of something sizzling and the smell of good food. He waited a few seconds to comprehend what his brain was telling him. Suddenly the kettle whistled loudly, and he rocketed off the couch, instantly regretting it. John cried out in pain as his leg cramped.

He managed to regain his footing and stumble into the kitchen blindly, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. His vision blurred severely as the blood rushed out of his head and he had to take a moment, gripping onto the back of a chair. Not the best way to wake up, he thought.

"Good morning John. I would ask if you slept well, but by the way you're standing, I can assume you didn't."

"Oh GOD!" John shouted in surprise, "the hell are you doing in my flat?!"

"I told you I would be visiting last night, surely you haven't forgotten?" Mycroft asked in concern.

John roughly scrubbed a hand over his face and suppressed a yawn. He blushed slightly as he pulled down his shirt which was showing some of his stomach. Mycroft smirked and he felt like he needed a strong cup of tea. The elder-dammit, only- Holmes seemed to read his mind and said,

"Don't worry about tea John; I've cooked breakfast for us."

John couldn't do anything but stare as Mycroft made his way around his kitchen, preparing eggs, sausages, and tea as if he lived there. John heard thumping down the hall but he didn't pay attention to it.

"Sorry, how long have you been here?" Mycroft served out the food, pouring tea into three separate tea cups. John didn't notice.

"Not long. You have a good taste in music by the way; I'm quite a fan of Billy Joel. Sorry I turned it off though, it'll be easier for all of us to concentrate without the distractions. Could you get out the cutlery please?"

John frowned slightly at the wording before complying with a frustrated exhale. He bustled over to the set of drawers and yanked them open. As he handed the cutlery to Mycroft, he said politely,

"One more knife and fork please, John." John paused what he was doing as did Mycroft. They stared at each other, one confused and the other expectant. A large stack of books and papers fell down in the hallway and Mycroft tutted disapprovingly.

"What the hell? Who have you brought with you Mycroft?" John yelled angrily. He stomped down the hallway and became enraged when he found the source of the noise coming from the spare room. Who the hell did they think they were, riffling through his things?

He distantly heard Mycroft shouting for him to stop but he kept going. He banged the door against the wall and-

"John!"