Sherlock eyes narrowed as he noticed the smug look written all over his brother's face once he arrived home.

"Did you sneak a cigarette?"

Mycroft's smirk got wider as he walked past his brother and headed into the kitchen to put together a cup of tea.

Sherlock rose from his spot and followed after him, "You saw Euros."

"I did."

"And?"

"And what?"

Sherlock frowned as he moved past Mycroft to grab two cups of tea and placing them on the table.

"That is none of your business."

"I doubt that as the both of you are constantly prying into my business."

Aha! Mycroft restrained himself from exclaiming as the kettle started whistling softly.

"Father tried to talk to you about Missus Hooper?"

"Doctor Hooper and its none of your business."

"Mum thought otherwise."

Sherlock's eyes narrowed, "What exactly did mother say?"

"You're mad if you think I'd betray the bond between mother and son."

"She said that?"

No, I'm saying it."

"What did she say Mycroft?"

Mycroft smiled taking a seat at the table, "Who are you talking about?"

"Our mother," the detective spit out.

"Oh her."

"Yes her. Who else would I possible be talking about?"

"Just making sure."

"Well?"

"She said that you need me to clean up your mess with Doctor Hooper. I suggest getting her flowers, showing up at her door, and groveling."

"I don't grovel."

"Not yet."

"Molly doesn't even want to see me?"

"Perhaps your other doctor has made progress on that front?"

"John? How would he do that?"

"Surely you've read his blog?"

"Not recently. He mostly writes about me and I haven't done anything. I saw no point."

Mycroft retrieved his phone from his pocket and started reading out a passage from John's blog, "Sherlock is many things. But I never thought he would be so affected by his actions and how they hurt those around him."

Sherlock swiped the phone from his grasp scrolling through the rest of the entry.

"Oh."

"Yes. Oh, indeed little brother. I suggest giving Doctor Watson a call." Mycroft said as he went to get the now boiling kettle and pouring tea into the two cups.


"Hullo?"

"A complete and utter cock! Seriously John that's the best you can come up with?"

"Ah, so you've read the blog."

"Obviously."

"Well?"

"Really John is menial gossip the best you can come up with."

"I wouldn't call it gossip and if you actually had a case I would have written about that."

"There is something called privacy that seems to elude both you and Mycroft."

"Why are you calling Sherlock?"

There was a pause on the line.

"Shall I guess? Alright you said a direct quote from the blog. The one specifically written with a certain pathologist in mind…"

"Did you go see her?"

"Yes."

Sherlock sighed, "And did you 'make things right'?"

"Depends on your definition of right?"

"What did she say John?"

"Alright I'll give you a brief synopsis, yeah. Molly loves you but she thinks it is time to move on because you will never love her back or be there for her in the way she needs."

"And how does she need me?"

"She wants what every woman eventually wants."

"… She wants children?"

"Well, that and to be married to a man who will love her unconditionally. Who will care about her and put her first."

"Did she say anything else? About me?"

"Just what she told you last time."

"Right. Would you give her a message for me?"

"I already told her you missed her."

"Tell her again then. Tell her I… Just tell her again John."

"Alright. How is it going over there with your family?"

"They're all encroaching on my personal life. Hmm… If my parents call, specifically my mother, tell them nothing."

"Why would your mother call?"

"Two reasons come to mind. Just ignore the call John."

"I'm not going to ignore a call from your mum."

"Fine. Don't say I didn't warn you. She's been getting ideas from Mrs. Hudson."

"Dear Lord! Perhaps I might just accidentally miss her call?"

"But of course, you are a busy man after all with the clinic."

"And Rosie."

"Right a single father dearly devoted to the happiness and wellbeing of his daughter."

"Absolutely!"


Mycroft waited for his brother to enter back into the kitchen, "If you need help picking a case I'm sure I could find one for you?"

"I'm not taking cases at the moment."

"If you change your mind."

Sherlock nodded picking up his now cold cup of tea and went to empty it into the sink.

"How would you feel about a game of monopoly?"

Sherlock nearly dropped his cup, "I prefer Operation after the Monopoly incident."

"I would too but a multiplayer game would be better specially if our sister is to join us."

"If I recall she was the reason we still refer to the game as the 'Monopoly Disaster of 1982'."

"That was years ago, and we would have a glass wall separating us."

"Hmm I suggest a round of Cluedo instead."

"She suggested that as well. I reminded her what a complete cheat you are."

"I am no- What do you mean she suggested?"

"Simply what it means, brother. I told her I'd take her games to play with. She asked which."

"She asked?"

"Yes."

"She… spoke?"

Mycroft nodded smiling into his teacup.

"Why would she speak to you?"

"Why wouldn't she? I am her brother."

"Yes, but I'm her favourite."

"For now."

Sherlock smirked nodding, "If you say so. What exactly did she say?"

"This and that. She might start talking more just short statements every now and again."

"That's good progress then."

"She provided comfort."

Sherlock watched as he saw his brother grab at his arm gently, "You were comforted by Euros. You went past the glass didn't you."

"I decided to take the risk."

"Are you an idiot?"

Mycroft glared at his brother, "We both know that I am not."

"She could have killed you."

"She means no harm to either of us or our parents she told me so."

"Yes, because she isn't a master manipulator."

"She needed to know that she could trust me."

"Sentiment."

"Yes. She forgave me for what I did Sherlock."

"Well, I'm glad."

"That's it?"

"What more is there to say. 'Be careful?' We both know exactly who she is, and we won't let what happened before repeat itself. Helping Euros find her humanity and getting her to forgive you, let alone comfort you is good."


John had just finished putting Rosie to bed when his phone rang.

"Hell," the doctor splutter as he quickly fumbled to answer the call and step out into another room.

"Dr. Watson." John said.

"John how have you been?"

"Mycroft?"

"Yes."

"Hmm… what do you want."

"Talked to Sherlock recently?"

"You know I have."

"I do. I've also been instructed to find a way to help Sherlock with his… romantic troubles with Doctor Hooper."

"Instructed by whom?"

"Someone I rather not upset so soon after getting her forgiveness."

"Your mother?"

"Precisely and according to your blog you have been reaching out to Molly Hooper on my brother's behalf."

"Yes, but perhaps we should just leave them to it."

"You did call my brother an emotionally stunted idiot do you really think it's in our best interest."

"Okay two things, One: not 'our' interest it's in 'their' interest as this has nothing to do with us. Two: you are one to talk about being emotionally stunted, Ice Man."

"Do you care about the happiness of my brother, John."

"Myc-"

"Answer the question, Doctor."

"Of course."

"And you care of the happiness of Molly Hooper. Molly loves my brother. Sherlock is a bit slow but will soon come to terms that he loves Ms. Hooper too he just needs a harsh shove to get him there what do you say?"