When I woke up the next morning, I heard music being played on a piano. In a dressing gown, I nudged the door open; Mycroft was sitting at a piano, which was up against a wall. I stood, leaning against the door frame, until he finished. I applauded him. Startled, Mycroft turned around.

"Good morning." I greeted, kissing his blushed cheek, before sitting next to him on the stool.

"Good morning." he replied.

I loosely draped my arm over Mycroft's shoulders.

"I didn't know you played piano." I commented.

He shrugged.

"Not a lot of people do know," he told me. "Besides, I don't play very often."

Softly, I kissed him, rubbing his shoulder with my hand. I pulled away, bringing my arm with me, and tucked my hands between my legs.

"Go on." I encouraged, eager to hear Mycroft play more.

He looked at me, before turning back to the keys. His long fingers danced across them, and the music he played sounded magical. When the piece came to an end, Mycroft stared ahead, moved by the music he had produced. Resting a hand on his thigh, I laid my head on his shoulder.

"You play... wonderfully." I told him.

"Thank you." he thanked, and I felt his breath against my hair.

We stayed like that for a while, before I straightened up.

"Right, I'm going for a shower." I announced, standing up and starting to leave the room.

"Would you like me to join you?" Mycroft asked, a slightly flirty tone to his voice.

I turned around to see him smirking at me.

"Nah, I'm good for company, thanks," I replied. "Maybe next time."

I shot him a smile, before swishing my dressing gown as I left to have a shower.


I was sat at the dining room table with john, having breakfast, my hair still wet from my shower. Mycroft was up in his study, working.

"So, how long are you planning on staying?" I asked John.

"I don't know, really," he replied. "Probably until Sherlock's discharged from hospital."

"So you'll be back at Baker Street?"

"Yeah, pretty much."

Mycroft walked in at that moment, briefcase and umbrella in hand.

"I'll be off." he announced.

"Okay," I said, kissing him quickly. "See you later."

He smiled at me.

"John." he said, nodding to John, before leaving.

"Do you know what, exactly, it is that he does?" John asked.

"No clue!" I cheerfully replied. "All I know is that it involves having to go to at least one party a year, randomly popping off to meetings, and basically being in control of everyone, except several people, in the Government. And quite a bit of money."

John gave me an odd and suspicious look.

"What is it? Why are you looking at me like that?" I asked.

"Jennifer," John cautiously said. "Are you sure you're not with Mycroft because of his money?"

"What are you implying?" I shouted, standing up sharply. "Why would you think that? We've been together, happily, for three and a half years! I love him, and he loves me! Can you not see that?" John opened his mouth to speak. "I've got to be at Scotland Yard for ten."

I left the room, tears threatening to fall.


A/N:

This was supposed to be a sweet, fluffy fill-in chapter based on my headcanon that Mycroft plays piano (look at his hands!). But then that just sort of... happened while I was trying to complete it in my notebook when I was at school. I swear it was NOT meant to be that angsty!

So, yeah, I'll probably do the one-shot I mentioned in my last A/N after I've finished the scene I've been dying to do for months. (It's a really good one, promise you!)

Also, (a spoiler but not really a spoiler) I don't really resolve the whole Jennifer/John thing, she just doesn't seriously hate him. I've never really been very good at resolving events!

~Ellis~