Chapter 11 of Whom To Choose.
Pairings: John/Mycroft
Here is the website that I found the transcript of the episode: (go to google, type in "ariane devere livejournal transcript sherlock" and I'm sure you can find it). Thanks to Ariane Devere for posting the transcript!
Disclaimer: I do not owe Sherlock. It belongs to Mark Gatiss and Steven Moffat.
Ages: John (37), Sherlock (34), Mycroft (41), Harry & Clara (39).
Author's note: Here's the next chapter! I hope you guys all like it and send me a review, please. I hope I didn't made any mistakes and this is a long chapter. This first chapter featuring Sherlock is a lot like "A Study In Pink." The next chapter would be entirely different.
It's been ten long years since John Watson returned to London. It's only been a month or two since he had returned and gotten himself a new flat somewhere in London. He hadn't notified Harry or Mike about his returned yet, and he was sure that his ex-lover, Mycroft, probably know by now. Nothing could get passed by Mycroft Holmes since he is the British Government. John was walking through Russel Square Park when he bumped into his old friend. Well, he was limping as he was being supported by his cane.
"John! John Watson!" A voice called out excitedly. John turned around swiftly as Mike smiles at him. "Stamford, Mike Stamford. We went to University of London together, remember?" He asked.
"Coincidence running into you here, Mike. I thought you would be teaching at University of London?" John asked with a smile as he shook Mike's hand.
"I was for a year or two, but I decided to work here at Bart's," Mike explained. "Why don't we get coffee and sit on the bench here in the park so we could catch up?" Mike asked and John agrees.
A little later they were both sitting down on a bench as they were drinking coffee chatting away happily. "Anything happened while I was away?" John asked as he sipped slowly.
"Well, Mycroft is now using your family home as a meeting place since it's nearer to go to. Your sister and Clara are divorced," Mike replied.
"What? Why?" John asked shocked.
Mike sighed, "I think it was your sister having an affair with some other chick and Clara found them kissing one night. I'm not sure the whole entire story between them. You should ask Harry," he said.
"So where's Harry staying since the old home is Mycroft's now?" John asked.
"Mycroft says that your sister is living in your old home and he doesn't mind since meetings aren't regularly any way. Harry is in the process of getting her stuff from the flat she shares with Clara right now," Mike explained.
"I can't afford my flat with an army pension," John said worriedly. Mike chuckled as John looked at him with a frown, "what?" He asked.
"Well, you are the second person that said that," Mike said as John looks at him in bewilderment. "There's this bloke whose looking for a flatmate," he explained.
"Who is this bloke?" John asked intrigued.
An hour later John and Mike found themselves at Bart's lab. John looks around the room and was impressed by the essentials that were lying about. "A bit different from our day," he said with a smile.
"You've no idea," Mike replied with a chuckle.
"Mike, can I borrow your phone? There's no signal on mine," the man said who was over at the table as he was looking at a Petri dish.
"What's wrong with the landline?" Mike asked.
"I prefer to text," the man replied.
"Sorry; other coat," Mike apologized as he sat down on one of the stools.
"Er, here. Use mine instead," John said taking out his phone.
"Oh, thank you," the man said with a smile as he walks over to get the phone from him but not before shooting a glance at Mike.
Mike smiled, "It's an old friend of mine, John Watson," he introduced.
The man perked up at the name as he looked back at John, "You must be the John Watson that my older brother dated," he said as he returned back to his typing.
"Excuse me, what?" John asked perplexed as Mike was also confused.
"You clearly don't know who I am," the man said as he closed the phone and gave it back to John. "The name is Sherlock Holmes," the man introduced himself.
John suddenly know whom he was talking about, "You're the younger brother of Mycroft Holmes!" He exclaimed.
"What?" Mike asked surprised.
"It's a long story Mike," Sherlock replied with a small smile.
"Since I hadn't spoken with my brother for a long time, I say that you two broke it off for almost ten years now," Sherlock said.
John snort, "So? You could have heard that from someone," he said.
"I know you're an army doctor who came home from Afghanistan. I also know you got a brother who's worried about you but you don't want to go to him yet. I also know that your brother and his wife are getting a divorce. I also know that your therapist think your limp's psychosomatic," Sherlock said smugly.
John stared at him surprised, so it is true on what Mycroft was saying, he thought.
"If you want to meet me again for a flat, the address is 221 B Baker Street. You'll find it easily," Sherlock said winking at John and he looked back at Mike, "good afternoon," he concluded as he left the lab.
John turned to look at Mike, "Yea, his always like that," Mike replied nodding as John had the urge to roll his eyes.
The next night John Watson found himself helping Sherlock Holmes on one of his cases. That wasn't the best part of the night. The best part of the night was when Sherlock left him to go somewhere and John gotten himself kidnapped by someone by a familiar looking black car.
John was sitting next to a woman in the car whom he had associated with before he left for Afghanistan. "Lucy, is it?" He asked.
The woman chuckled, "It's Anthea now," she said with a smile.
"I see," John muttered as he looks around momentarily before looking back at Anthea, "Mycroft knows I have a phone. Why doesn't he call me there?" He asked annoyed.
"He doesn't want Sherlock to know," Anthea explained and that was the last of their of their conversation as the car ride became silence throughout.
Some time later, the car pulls up in an almost-empty warehouse. A man in a suit was in the center of the area as he leans against his umbrella and he watches the car pulls up and saw John coming out. "You know, you didn't have to kidnap me Mycroft," he said annoyed.
"I don't want you to be upset with me," Mycroft said as he gestured to the chair, "please have a seat, John. The leg must be hurting you," he said.
"It's fine Mycroft; I told you before I don't want to be protected," John said.
Mycroft sighed, "I'm not here to have an old lover's spat between us, John. I'm here because of Sherlock Holmes," he said.
"What about him?" John asked.
"I worry about him, constantly," Mycroft replied.
"Oh and this is the part where 'you hurt my brother, you'll pay for it' speech?" John asked.
Mycroft stared at him, "You changed John," he said.
"Yea well, I'm not the same old John Watson any more," John replied.
"Protect my brother will you? I just want to know his safe," Mycroft said slowly. John was about to say something when they heard a beeping noise coming from his phone. John took out his phone and saw a text from Sherlock.
Baker Street. Come at once, if convenient -SH
"I hope I'm not distracting you," Mycroft said.
"You're not distracting me at all," John replied shaking his head as he put away his phone.
"I just want him safe, John. I trust you can do that for me?" Mycroft asked.
John sighed, "Whatever you say Mycroft," he said as he turns around to go back to the car.
"Let me see your left hand," Mycroft said.
John frowned before turning to look back at him. Mycroft came towards him and he looked at his left hand momentarily before letting it go. "Remarkable, really remarkable," he said.
"What is?" John asked.
"You want this from me," Mycroft said and before John could protest, Mycroft kissed him on the lips and John tried to get away from him but Mycroft bit his lip forcing John to open his mouth and making Mycroft slip his tongue inside.
Mycroft was strong and John couldn't let go even if he wanted to. However, he heard a moan and he wasn't sure if that was him or Mycroft. A minute or two later, Mycroft stopped the kiss and was staring at him as Mycroft licked his lips and John was breathing heavily. "What the hell was that for?!" He asked angrily.
"You wanted it," Mycroft said calmly.
"What? I did not!" John protested.
"According to your left hand, you did," Mycroft said and before John could say anything, another beep came from his phone. John took out his phone and saw the text.
If inconvenient, come anyway - SH
"According to your left hand, you miss the war, John Watson. You also miss me," Mycroft said, "and you find my brother attractive," he added.
"That's a lie," John lied shaking his head.
Mycroft stared at him, "whatever pleases you, John," he said. "If I were you, I would fire your therapist," he said as Mycroft turns and begins to leave. There was another beep coming from John's phone and John took out his phone to read the text.
Could be dangerous -SH
"It's time to choose a side, Doctor Watson," Mycroft called out to John. John hated it that Mycroft was always right.
TBC...
Sherlock: It's about time too!
me: Yea... I won't be able to update again any time soon until like next weekend or so since midterms are next week. I have midterm on Tuesday and Wednesday I have to study for. So hopefully next Thursday I can start writing again.
Mycroft: Hope to see more of me soon.
me: You will be.
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