:D YAY! Honestly I wasn't sure where this fic was going. But to my relief I have been rescued by Violet, who pointed a few things out to me.
Mycroft sat in his car outside of 221B Baker Street. His surveillance informed him this morning that Sherlock was now home and in fact asleep. He wasn't sure if Sherlock had forgiven him for his past actions with John. Then again the older Holmes wasn't too concerned for his younger brother's forgiveness, for his brother never held on to the past. Mycroft look over at Anthea sitting next to him. She was, as usual, looking down at her phone texting.
"I won't be long," He said not expecting her to look up.
"Yes sir," She answered and he left the car. Mycroft took out his duplicated key of 221B and unlocked the door letting himself in. He walked up the stairs to find Sherlock fast asleep, which the older brother didn't find too unusual, for he had seen him sleep many times before. Mycroft put his hand on his younger brother's forehead. Sherlock slowly woke and looked up at his bother with innocent child like eyes. It had been a while since the older Holmes had seen his brother look like that and it only made him smile.
"Mycroft?" Sherlock asked slightly dazed from the sleep. The older Holmes took his hand off his brother and sat down in John's chair. Sherlock lifted himself up in to a sitting position. He quickly changed his expression from dazed to emotionless.
"How are you dear brother?" The older Holmes asked. He leaned back and crossed his legs in a relaxed sort of position.
"Fine," Sherlock answered bluntly an expression of annoyance crossed his face.
"We both know that's not true." Mycroft wasn't expecting to get much out of his brother. He was really only visiting for the purpose of John's effects on his younger brother. Had John made Sherlock more loving? The answer to that question was what Mycroft truly wanted. "So, how is it really going?"
"John," Sherlock started and decided to hell with spiting his brother, he needed to talk with someone about John. Who better to talk to about John with than a man whom isn't allowed to even speak to John? "I can't stop worrying about him." Sherlock confessed.
"Yes, I think he's noticed that," Mycroft commented, Sherlock gave him a mean glare then a suspicious look.
"Why are you here?" Sherlock felt fully awake at this point and his anger towards his brother came back to him. Sherlock was angry at himself for falling asleep. Sleeping does nothing for him but slows his brain down. Mycroft must have waited till he was asleep to talk about such matters as John.
"Just curious about how things are going between you and John," Mycroft answered.
"I'm sure you already know with your surveillance," Sherlock commented angrily.
"Of course I know, but sometimes it's best to get an inside perspective on the subject." Mycroft leaned forward as if he were eager to listen.
"How about you tell me how things have been going between John and me, and I'll let you know if you are wrong." Sherlock brought his knees up and rested his head on them. Mycroft took what was said as a challenge.
"Alright then, I've notice that after our little incident you and John have been getting closer or better yet you getting closer to him. He feels something for you, which is obvious but what you feel for him is even more so." Sherlock had a look of annoyance on his face but there were no signs of him wanting his brother to stop so, Mycroft carried on. "According to my surveillance, you have been getting more physical with John. You touch him whenever you get the chance and although he didn't notice at first he notices now." Sherlock twitched a little. "You've been following him everywhere indicating that you are constantly worrying and thinking about John." Sherlock's face showed that he was thinking but also paying attention. "John has been indeed noticing all these things and is starting to question your relationship with him. He's not sure if you two are more than just friends, after all you did kiss. You're avoiding John's question, Sherlock. Why?"
"I'm not sure what to say to him, I've never felt this way about anyone before." Sherlock buried his fave in his knees.
"Would you like me to speak to him?" Mycroft asked before even realizing what he was saying. Sherlock recalled Mycroft attempting to talk to John out on the street. His head snapped up and he looked as if he were about to tear his brother's head off.
"You talk to him again and I'll cut your head off, put it on a stick and wave it around London for all to see!" Sherlock yelled standing up.
"Dear brother, calm down. I only wanted to see how he was getting along." Mycroft said hands rose in defense. "Besides, I wouldn't want to ruin whats going on between you two." Sherlock heard the sound of a creak coming from the front door as did Mycroft. They glanced at one another and decided to end the conversation quickly
"That's none of your business." Sherlock flopped back on to the sofa. Sherlock and Mycroft gave each other several glances as if they were battling. Mycroft soon lost the battle and got up off the chair.
"I best be going," He said. "You can come in now," He called to the peeping John. Mycroft then grabbed his umbrella and left not speaking another word. He walked out of the flat past john and went to his car. Upon entering it he found Anthea in the same position he left her in.
"How did it go?" Anthea asked. She didn't show that she actually cared but she wouldn't be asking if she didn't,
"Good," Mycroft said in a happy uplifting voice. "I must say John has worked wonders on my brother." He looked at Anthea who was actually looking at him up from her phone. "He's actually nicer. I think he really does love." Mycroft said slightly surprised. "I think one day we'll actually become close like we used to be." Mycroft thought about this. Sherlock loves John and that means he can love family. The older Holmes smiled.
Okay, so I think I got things explained a little better but please don't hesitate to mention if anything else is missing. I've been a little busy lately so suggestions on what will happen next are welcome.