A/N: Well, here it is. The meeting with Mycroft.
It doesn't actually go very far into meeting Mycroft at all and I'm not sure if I want to. I found that a little awkward to write...
Oh well, have a read and let me know if you think I should continue :)
And another little thing: I've done another Sherlock story, a one-shot, that's... Well, it's kind of meant to be pretty sad and you people are so amazing (and I am now grovelling...) I hoped that at least one or two of you could have a look? It's called Burning Grief, ta :D
When John woke up, Sherlock was pacing about John's room and muttering to himself.
"Let me guess; you've been doing that for a while?" John mumbled, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. Sherlock looked up.
"Oh, you're awake. Good. A limo will pick us up in an hour and we are to go and meet Mycroft. We shall then have to endure him for lunch and will have to accompany him back to Parliament for drinks." Sherlock told John.
"Good morning to you too." John groaned, sliding back down and pulling the covers over his head. Sherlock rolled his eyes and slid into bed, pulling John into his arms.
"Good morning." He murmured against John's hair.
"Sherlock, you're freezing." John shivered.
"John, you're boiling." Sherlock retorted, holding John as close as possible. John tried to wiggle away but Sherlock kept a vicelike grip.
"Let me go. I need to shower." John grumbled into Sherlock's shoulder.
"In a minute." Sherlock whined, so John slung an arm across Sherlock's waist and looked up into Sherlock's face. "What?" Sherlock raised an eyebrow.
"Nothing." John promised. He just smiled up into the taller man's face and wondered why on earth Sherlock chose him. He also wondered why the hell he chose Sherlock. Who knew? Who cared? They lay for a while sharing body heat before Sherlock rolled unexpectedly out of bed.
"Must get ready." He explained, offering a small smile of apology before dashing from the room. John followed quickly behind. He had fifty minutes to prepare. Joy.
Sherlock looked up from some strange collection of reports as John came down the stairs. He blinked.
"A suit." Sherlock stated. John looked down and cringed.
"Too much?" He asked. John thought that his three-piece would be appropriate. All Sherlock ever wore was suits and silk shirts. John figured a suit of his own would be needed today. Sherlock looked him up and down.
"Too…" Sherlock tried to come up with a suitable word "Sexy. Yes, that's it. Far too sexy. Loose the jacket and we're good to go." Sherlock decided, smirking. John blushed and shrugged out of the jacket. Sexy was a look he had not been going for. He was thinking 'smart and sophisticated'. Oops. He pulled on one of Sherlock's long coats from the peg on the wall and slipped it on. It smelt like Sherlock. Nice and warm smelling. The man himself chuckled and pulled John by the lapels into a quick, soft kiss. The doorbell rang. "Another reason I cannot stand Mycroft-" Sherlock mumbled against John's lips – "He is always interrupting me."
The limo ride was fast and awkward and John was relieved to get out. It was quite amusing, seeing Sherlock try and unfold himself from the car. They thanked the driver and ducked into a posh little restaurant. Lucky it was on Mycroft, John thought. He couldn't afford a starter in this place. Sherlock gripped John's hand and pulled him over to Mycroft who was sitting in a corner with a glass of… Something with very little alcohol content.
"Oh, John you didn't need to dress up! I'm nobody to impress." Mycroft smiled, gesturing for them to take a seat.
"I-" John cut himself off and shrank back into his chair feeling like an idiot. Sherlock noticed and squeezed his hand.
"So, you've forced us here. Why exactly?" Sherlock scowled.
"Good company, good food and good wine. I assure you." Mycroft promised. Sherlock scowled deeper and wanted very much to jump up and drag John out of there, find a case and get stuck in and leave this behind.
"Well, uh. Thank you." John smiled as best he could, seeing as Sherlock refused to cooperate.
"Any time, any time John. It's my pleasure. Although not my brother's, it seems." Mycroft replied heartily. "Now, the lobster is exquisite here, I insist you try it!"
A/N: So, do you want more with Mycroft or would you like some more odd randomness?