I slouched on the sofa in Mycroft's and my living room. I was home, and I was safe. I felt someone sit next to me and snake their arm around me. Mycroft pressed his lips to my temple.

"Sherlock told me what happened.! he told me.

Burying my face in his shoulder, I took in his scent and hummed.

"I thought I'd never see you again." I whispered.

Gently, Mycroft lifted my chin with two slender fingers.

"You will always see me again," he stated, an intensity in his grey eyes that I'd never seen before. "Yes?"

I nodded, before kissing him. He smiled and kissed back, before breaking it short.

"I'm supposed to be meeting my parents on Saturday. I'm taking them to see Les Miserables, Sherlock couldn't be persuaded to take them," Mycroft told me. "I was thinking about what we've been talking about, and was wondering if you'd like to join us."

Smiling, I kissed his cheek.

"Of course I would." I said.

Mycroft wrapped an arm around me, hugging me close to him, and buried his face in my hair. Shifting so I could curl into his side, I cuddled up close to him.

I glanced at my engagement ring, before taking it off and tucking it into a ring box. After taking one more look in the mirror, I went downstiars, finding Mycroft at the door. He gazed into my eyes.

"Don't look so worried." he reassured me, taking a hold of my hand, something he very rarely did.

Holding his hand back, I smiled.

"I'll try not to," I told him. "But I'm nervous."

"Don't be." Mycroft whispered, kissing the top of my head.

He led me to the car.

"So, how long have we been dating?" I asked, when we sat down.

"Sorry?" Mycroft asked.

"Well, they're bound to ask how long we've been together, and we'll need a plausible answer," I explained. "I was thinking somewhere between six and eight months."

"How about nine?" Mycroft suggested.

"How about it?" I teasingly agreed, leaning my face closer to his.

He closed the gap, resting a hand on my shoulder. Smiling, I wrapped my arms around his torso. We pulled away. After a while, the car stopped, and we got out. I linked my arm with Mycroft's, and Mycroft patted my hand. As we walked, I found the elderly couple (Mycroft and Sherlock's parents) from Sherlock's flat.

"That them?" I quietly asked, nodding to them.

Mycroft nodded, and I felt my hand tremble slightly. Mycroft felt it too.

"Don't worry," Mycroft whispered reassuringly in my ear. "As irritating as they can be, they're nice enough people."

Laughing quietly, I smiled at him. He returned my smile, and kissed my forehead.

"Myc!" a woman called.

Mycroft and I looked up, only for Mycroft to be embraced in a tight hug by his mother!

"Myc, it so lovely to see you!"

"Yes," Mr Holmes agreed, nodding with a smile that expressed his pleasure at seeing his eldest son, before looking at me. "And who's this lovely young lady?"

I smiled.

"Jennifer Watson," I told them. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

Mrs Holmes looked proudly at Mycroft.

"You've got a girlfriend?" she asked him.

"Yes. Yes, I thought that was evident," Mycroft replied. "We''ll talk over dinner, otherwise we'll be late."

And so, we went into the theatre.

A/N:

Sorry it's slightly later than usual! Anyway, Jasmin, I hope you're happy now that the Holmes parents know about Jennifer now!

Their meeting will be continued in tomorrow's chapter! ;)

~Ellis~