4
House of Sentiment
Mrs. Hudson's will is read the following day. She grants Sherlock and John everything, which isn't much, since everything was destroyed in the fire. The only things that weren't are her wedding ring and a box of photographs.
Sherlock keeps the wedding ring, tucking it away in his pocket to wear later. He and John 'confiscate' some of the best bottles of Mycroft's whiskey and look at her photos. It's the first instance of any sort of intimacy they've had since the fire, and it feels refreshing.
Sherlock is particularily struck by one photo. He hands it to John, who understands in an instant why. The photo is of a much younger, much happier Mrs. Hudson standing with her husband. They both look completely happy. It's hard to image that Mr. Hudson will eventually ended up being executed, a process Sherlock ensured.
John sets the photograph down, already about to pick up another one when Sherlock grabs his hand. "Look at the back," he whispers.
John nods. Inside, he's ecstatic with joy that Sherlock has said something. He flips over the photograph and reads the inscription on the back.
This is what I want for you boys.
John starts sobbing. Sherlock opens his arms, and John takes refuge in them, resting his head into his husband's shoulder while he pats his back. Sherlock pulls John closer, refusing to let him go, and begins to cry too.
It's midnight and Greg can't sleep. Therefore, neither can Mycroft. Thank god they have alcohol to help the evening go smoother.
"I can't –" Mycroft hiccups. "I can't believe you're actually getting them to leave."
"Wasn't my intention," Greg slurs. "Believe me. I was just trying to get them… you know…"
"Get them? Get them what?"
"Back together!" Greg shouts, throwing his arms in the air. "Just… You know… Yeah…"
Mycroft just starts laughing.
Greg tries to sit up, but ends up falling over a bit. "What's so funny?"
"You. You're so adorable. Your cheeks are so pink, it's wonderful. Absolutely fantastic."
Now Greg starts laughing. "You're the adorable one. With your little power suits and your 'I'm the British government.' It's positively magical."
Mycroft is still smiling.
"Why are you so happy?"
"I'm drunk and you're wonderful," Mycroft replies.
Greg blushes. "You know what I mean."
Mycroft sighs, leaning forward with a semi-serious look on his face. "I know what I want now."
"Oh, and what's that?"
Mycroft licks his lips. "You."
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