The Brother

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The sight of the big black car pulling up next to the phone booth nearly had John rolling her eyes. Sherlock had warned her that the instant his bother caught wind of her he'd want to have a talk but she hadn't thought that it would happen so soon. She hadn't even moved any of her stuff into the flat yet and here she was climbing into the vaguely menacing car that oozed luxury on her way to see the infamous Mycroft Holmes. She tried to make nice with the woman he'd sent to pick her up but this Anthea was obviously more interested in her phone than in making a good impression. Instead of passing the time with amiable conversation she stared out the window wondering where they were going and why Mycroft thought it necessary to call every phone she passed instead of the completely functional mobile in her pocket.

After driving through London in a way that seemed deliberately designed to get her lost they stopped in a warehouse. They literally drove into the warehouse and parked there in the middle of it like they owed it and as far as she knew they did. She made a note to ask Sherlock if his brother owned any mysterious threatening warehouses and got out of the car. Mycroft was standing in the light from the headlights looking as dramatic as she expected the older brother of the biggest drama queen she knew to look. He stood in much the same manner that Sherlock often did, in a way that was both utterly silly and designed to unsettle. She looked around noting that Mycroft could and probably did have armed personnel hiding behind every crate. She didn't look around for long though because armed men or not the biggest threat was standing in front of her. Mycroft gestured with his umbrella to the little chair that would have made the already intimidating man seem that much larger and more threatening. "Have a seat John."

She limped up to him leaning heavily on the cane Sherlock said she didn't need studiously ignoring the chair that had been left for her convenience. Instead she stood in front of him with a fake smile that she knew was far from convincing. "You know I've got a phone. Very clever and all that but you could just phone me on my phone."

"When one is avoiding the attention of Sherlock Holmes one learns to be discrete hence this place. The leg must be hurting you sit down." Mycroft said with a bit of steel at the end.

"I don't want to sit down." She said looking up at him with a look Sherlock affectionately called her war face.

"You don't seem very afraid." Mycroft drawled a bit of a smug smirk just barely twisting his lips.

"You don't seem very frightening Mycroft." She said savoring the millisecond of wide eyed shock on his face before the shutters closed and the smug look was back.

She didn't know him at all but she knew Sherlock well enough to realize that she had the advantage and she was going to press it as far as she could. "Sherlock warned me that this would happen. I thought that he was joking sometimes I just cannot tell with Sherlock, but apparently he was being serious."

He looked down at her his eyes flicking over her in a way she'd seen Sherlock look at everything he wanted to know more about. She watched as his eyes flicked up and down her body feeling almost smug. She watched his face carefully to see if she could spot exactly when he deduced what had Sherlock insisting that she move into Baker Street immediately. His eyebrow twitched and she smirked and crossed her arms over her chest. He frowned his lips turning down as he tried to deduce her again certain that he was misreading the signs.

"You are pregnant." He said blandly looking down his nose at her as he determined that his deduction must be correct. "And you've decided to move in with my brother. Why?"

She shrugged. "Why wouldn't I move in with him?"

"I believe that Sherlock would be a hazard for the child and of course the father if he is still involved with you might object to Sherlock's presence." He said haughtily and she frowned at what she now believed to be the most aggravating man on the planet, a position previously held by Sherlock.

"Sherlock insisted that I move in with him and if I thought that my child was in danger I'd still be in my bedsit. I trust him." John said with narrowed eyes.

"And of the father?" Mycroft asked with a tone that indicated he was beginning to lose his patience with her.

She rolled her eyes not even bothering to hide it. "As I said Sherlock insisted I live with him."

Mycroft almost started talking again when he froze and it reminded her of the human equivalent of a computer crashing. His face went slack almost blank, but not quite, he still had that arrogant look about him even when he was too shocked to think. It didn't last long and she noticed something else Mycroft had in common with Sherlock, they both could adjust quickly. "I expect regular updates on your health Dr. Watson and that of my nephew or niece. We will continue this conversation tomorrow after you have a visit with a physician preferably one of my choosing. Please tell Sherlock that I expect him to tell our parents of what has occurred between you two and that I will be discussing this matter with him. It would not do for my brother's recklessness to harm his offspring."

"I'll be sure he gets the message." John said blandly.

"It is nice to meet you Dr. Watson." He said holding out his hand to shake.

"Actually it's Dr. Holmes." John said with a smile as her brother-in-law began looking like a human computer crash again.

Merry Christmas to everyone who celebrates it. Thank yous to everyone, who read, reviewed, followed, and/or favorited. Special Thanks to two Guests, Princess Mew Mew, Vampera, and Arty Diane. I will be revisiting Mycroft finds out again and John is pregnant again but not as a continuation.