We return to the flat after dinner, I'm, surprisingly, to exhausted for talking to my network.
"I'm going to get Rosie, will you be alright?" John hesitates at the door.
"Go get Rosie, I'm sure she would love some pie that Mrs. Hudson left while we were gone."
"Okay- what?"
"Mrs. Hudson left a pie, it's on the table."
"Oh... alright... I'll make sure to... thank her." John seems confused, but leaves the flat.
Did I miss something?
My attention is drawn to a small sound coming from my room before I can dwell in my mind any longer.
What could that be?
It sounds like the creaking of floor boards, but I know better. John and- I... I am the only one in this flat at this moment.
Despite my thought that I am indeed the sole occupant at this exact moment, I decide it would be best to make absolutely sure that I'm alone here.
Inching my way to my room, the door seems to keep getting farther rather than closer. Perhaps it's the fact that I'm actually nervous. What would I do if I were to find someone here? I couldn't call for help, Mrs. Hudson isn't home-
Mrs. Hudson isn't home.
Oh god, who left the pie? Mrs. Hudson didn't leave it. Who is in my flat?
Quickly, I swing the door open and come face to face with Mycroft.
"Hello, Brother Mine."
"What are you doing here?"
"I knew John would leave to get Rosie, we needed time to talk."
"What do you want?"
"I didn't tell Dr. Watson about the nature of your nightmares, or about the fact that you're dealing with post traumatic stress disorder." Mycroft closes the door behind me.
"I'm not, now leave."
"Stop hurting yourself, do you not understand that it hurts all of us?"
"You excluded."
"I included."
"Leave."
"You need help, brother mine." Mycroft doesn't listen. "I'm prepared to send you to a facility involuntarily if I must."
"Like Eurus?"
"Leave her out of this." He narrows his gaze.
"I have the right to say anything I want!"
"Do you now?" His lip twitches. "Of everything that happened, I thought that maybe you would learn that you shouldn't say what shouldn't be said."
"Do you really think I care what you think about what I do?"
"You should, I'm only doing what's best for you."
"Always taking care of little brother, aren't you so noble." Mocking him, I attempt to get a rise. "Why don't you get the hell out of here and leave me alone?!"
"What would John think if he heard you talking in such a manner?"
"John would agree that you're over stepping and should leave."
"Why don't we put that theory to the test?"
"What's that supposed to mean?" I snap, having had enough of Mycroft for a lifetime.
"Let's just say that it's a matter of who wants you to be living here."
"John wants me living here."
"Does he?"
"Yes, he said so."
"When?"
"..."
"Go on, tell me, when did Dr. Watson say he wants you living here?"
"Shut up."
"It would be wise to think about moving to a facility until you're safe and sane."
"I'm fine."
"Are you? Could have fooled me."
"John wants me here."
"Stop lying to yourself, Sherlock."
"I'm not lying."
"How many times did John try to find you while you were living with Allen?"
"Why does this matter, just leave me alone."
"Answer me this then-" Mycroft is cut off by the sound of a door opening.
"Sherlock, are you here?" John calls out. "I'm back with Rosie."
Instantly, I open my bedroom door and see John standing outside of it.
"Are you alright?" He looks concerned.
"Yes." Stepping out the doorway, I turn back and glare at Mycroft.
He comes out behind me, shocking John.
"Mycroft, what are you doing here?"
"Oh, I just needed to speak with Sherlock." He smiles at John before turning back to speak with me. "I suggest you consider what I said, brother mine."
I don't say anything, I just glare coolly at him as he leaves the flat.
"What was that all about?" John still has Rosie in his arms.
"Nothing, just Mycroft being an arse."
"That he is." He agrees with a chuckle.
Fuck you Mycroft; John wants me here.
Watching John interact with Rosie... I can't help but wonder...
John wants me here, doesn't he? Authors Note:
Is there a reason this is happening? Yes.
Do you want to know? No, you really don't...
