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Epilogue: Mycroft's POV

Mycroft sighed. It wasn't a distressed sigh but rather one of utter contentment. He still couldn't believe everything that had transpired in the few short months after the enchantment had been lifted. Although, if he was honest with himself, maybe it all had started over two years ago when the warlock had visited their castle.

Mycroft stole a look at the guard that was softly dozing off in an overstuffed armchair next to the fireplace. Gregory still walked the boundaries of the castle but since the enchantment had been lifted it was much easier to tempt him inside. Tempted in more ways than one.

Mycroft put his pen down and glanced out the bay windows in his office. It was hard to believe that his baby brother and John had already been gone for close to two months. He had always thought that Sherlock would be the one to stay and mind Baker castle, but he couldn't make the two of them stay once they had realized the full power of the red ring that encircled Sherlock's wedding finger and the blue one that had appeared on John's finger a week later.

The warlock had been more forgiving and giving than Mycroft would have ever thought. The power to transform into dragons at will. John had cried with joy and although Sherlock would never admit to it, he had been been overwhelmed at the precious gift that was bestowed on them.

After that, there was no question that the two of them would leave the castle and seek out their new lives elsewhere. With the power to transform into a pair of dragons, they now had the world at their feet. Mycroft would have never thought that he would accept being the one left behind. But now that he had someone to share it with, it was less of a punishment and more of a gift.

John had promised to keep in touch and despite the fact that he hadn't gotten any word yet, he was sure that the doctor would be better about writing letters than his brother. Neither of the Holmes brothers had ever considered themselves able to count patience as a virtue but Mycroft would wait for the correspondence. It seemed like a small price to pay for all the happiness that had been blessed upon them.

There was still paperwork to do, so the government worker's idleness only lasted for a few more aimless minutes. He would have never allowed himself even that in the past; however, Mycroft was learning to stop and 'smell the roses'. It was still difficult, old habits die hard but with Gregory's help he was learning to love the world outside of his office. Mycroft took a sip of lukewarm tea before diving into his paperwork again.

It was some time later before Mycroft's head popped up at the sound of the grandfather clock chiming six. He was happy that his own 'body' no longer chimed at the hour. It had been most inconvenient. Taking of his reading glasses, he stood up and stretched his back and legs.

Gregory was still sleeping soundly in his chair. Mycroft's face softened and he made his way over to the guard. He stared down him and smiled knowing how Gregory was going to complain about the creak in his neck when he woke up. There was never any real fight behind it though. Mycroft's long fingers came up to brush lightly over the closely cropped gray hair.

Kissing Gregory lightly on the top of his head, Mycroft breathed in the earthy smell that he had come to associate with the guard. It was truly embarrassing the way his heart swelled in contentment and joy. The soft hair tickled his nose and Mycroft's smile grew wider. It was positively shameful how happy the other man made him.

A soft knock at the door broke his thoughts about the sleeping man. "Come in."

Mrs. Hudson opened the door slowly. "There's a letter for you. From John and Sherlock." Her face was aglow with anticipation.

"Come in. We'll read it together."

Molly bustled in behind the housekeeper. Mycroft gentled nudged the sleeping guard awake. It only make sense for them to read the letter together- as a family.