A/N: sorry for the delay! Hope you can forgive me! Anyway here is chapter 3! Enjoy!

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Sherlock paced the length of the living room impatiently. Mycroft was due to be there any minute. His hands were clasped tightly behind his back; he was squeezing them with nerves. He wasn't sure whether Mycroft would be angry, or whether he would sympathise him. His mind was racing, what to do, what to do?

The door creaked open.

Mycroft marched into the flat, umbrella in hand with a look of superiority on his face.

"Well, well little brother. What have you gotten yourself into?" Mycroft sighed as he went to sit down in John's usual seat.

Sherlock stopped pacing as soon as his brother stepped into his room; he sat down opposite Mycroft in his own chair, waiting for him to speak again.

"John is it?" Mycroft asked.

"Yes. Well, in a sense yes", Sherlock replied, a frown on his face.

"What is the problem?" Mycroft asked, eyebrows raised in anticipation.

"I'm not sure whether I should tell John about…well you know…" Sherlock trailed off, leaving Mycroft to fit the pieces together. Though to Mycroft Holmes, it was very clear as to what the situation was.

Mycroft sighed, "Sherlock, it all depends on how you feel about it".

"That's the problem. I don't know how I feel about it", Sherlock threw his hands up in frustration.

"Do you feel you could trust him with the secret?" Mycroft asked, his voice was calmer now.

"I suppose so…"

"You don't sound too sure about that"

"I'm not!" Sherlock buried his face in his hands.

All Mycroft Holmes could do was look on. He had never seen his little brother like this. He had always been good at handling things and keeping calm under pressure, but now his little brother looked lost. Mycroft wasn't usually the comforting type, but he couldn't help it, he walked over to Sherlock's chair and enveloped him in a hug. Sherlock stilled at the contact but slowly began to hug back, Mycroft smiled at this. He pulled back and looked his little brother in the eyes.

"You'll figure something out. I'm certain you will", Mycroft reassured him.

Sherlock looked up at his older brother with teary eyes, "How are you certain?"

"Because you are my little brother, the great Sherlock Holmes", Mycroft said, standing to leave, "You'll be fine, I promise you"

Sherlock offered him a weak smile as he walked out of the door, leaving Sherlock to think about what his brother had just said. He glanced at the clock and he was sure that his heart actually stopped for a second. It had been four hours since John had gone out, he was sure to be back any minute now. Sherlock thought about what his brother had said.

Do you feel you could trust him with the secret?

He could, he was sure of it. But, what if John was repelled? What if he never wanted to see him again?

You'll figure something out. I'm certain of it.

His brothers' voice repeated in his head clearly, like he was in the room with him.

You are the great Sherlock Holmes.

Sherlock closed his eyes and repeated that line over and over again in his head.

You are the great Sherlock Holmes.

You are the great Sherlock Holmes.

You are the great Sherlock Holmes.

Just then, his phone vibrated in his pocket, he checked it to see that it was a text from his brother.

John is almost there. You will figure something out. You probably already have, I believe in you Sherlock, you should believe in yourself.

MH

Sherlock smiled at that, but the smile disappeared when he heard footsteps quickly approaching.

He had made his decision.

A/N: what did you think? Did you like the brotherly love? Aww! Anyway, who wants to find out what's going to happen next? Well you'd better review! Free Sherlock hugs, or any other Sherlock character you'd prefer if you review! Thanks! x