John was glad that was over. Dealing with three of the most stubborn people in the world was tiring. Especially when they were all demanding an explanation.

#FLASHBACK#

"Just what did you do to my baby brother?!" Mycroft hissed, only keeping his temper because Sherlock was finally sleeping. Contrary to popular opinion, Mycroft Holmes was not heartless. True, he had trouble showing emotions, but when it came down to Sherlock he was the most sentimental, loving brother alive. It was funny how the two people most scornful of emotions could be so loving and concerned, not to mention sentimental when it came to each other. "Nothing, I swear, it was all a misunderstanding! But I suppose I didn't help the situation," he stuttered, quite afraid of the older Holmes brother. "Explain!" they all demanded in unison, not willing to take no for an answer and looking quite odd, yet also scary at the same time. "Well, when Sherlock revealed himself to me, I was... shocked, to say the least. But I must confess, I was also a bit- no, a lot- angry. He left me," John said, his voice cracking slightly in remembrance, as Molly and Lestrade nodded in understanding and sympathy. "He left me when - when I... loved him." At this Molly and Greg gasped, their faces full of horror at what he must have gone through. Mycroft's face remained an angry mask, though there was a glimmer of pity in his eyes. "And then he came back, and I was initially happy - I still am happy. But then I got angry. He thought that he could just leave for a year and everything would be the same, but... it wasn't. And I was so angry, angry at him for receiving me and angry at myself too, For being decieved. Of course Sherlock," he continued , with a half laugh, "being the clueless person that he is, didn't know. And he chose that moment to tell me that he loved me, confess feelings which, had apparently been present for a long time. I- I am ashamed of what I did next, and I fear you will be too."he said apprehensive, noting Mycroft's state turning menacing.

"I, was heartless to put it bluntly. Short, but certainly not sweet in my rejection. I was too blinded by my anger to think clearly. " "What. Did. You. Say." Mycroft ground out through gritted teeth, becoming impatient and looking threatening. Greg and Molly had fearful looks on their faces, dreading what he was about to say. " I-I started baby saying that he was tricking me, then called him out on his lack of emotions, and... " Mycroft looked petrifying, and Greg and Molly were wearing a mixture of disbelief and betrayal on their faces, horrified at what he had said. And the worst was yet to come. "And then I self-employed I said he didn't even have a heart." Lestrade and Molly were now furious,looking as if they would yell at , if they weren't in a hospital. But Mycroft had no such qualms. He supposed that it came with being the British government. Mycroft looked ready to kill him. "How dare you?!" he roared, striding towards me, a murderous look on his face. "You don't know HALF of what my baby brother has been, the constant emotional pain he's in, the amount of suffering he goes through for strangers, let alone the people he loves! And you have the audacity, the foolishness, the cruelty to say HE DOESN'T HAVE A HEART? My brother has sacrificed more for you than you will ever know, he has the biggest heart that I have ever seen, just with problems showing it." Mycroft grabbed John collar and yanked the terrified-yet-accepting man towards him and was about to continue his rant when...

"Mycroft STOP," a familiar ,sharp voice called weakly, and all of their heads snapped in it's direction. Sherlock, in all of the yelling, had awoken, and heard most of what Mycroft had said, but his feeble arts to interject went unheard. It was only when he feared Mycroft actually harming John that he found the strength to shout, and ignored the pain that shot through his body in protest to raising his already fragile voice. I'm an instant, John was forgotten, and he rushed to Sherlock's side. "How are you now, silly brother mine?" Mycroft crooner gently, smiling fondly as his baby brother's lips curled at the term of address. "Fine, until you started hitting John! What has he done to you?" Sherlock replied, and Mycroft's jaw dropped incredulously. "How can you forgive him? After what he said, how he has hurt you?" Sherlock smiled softly, even a little sadly, and answered, "Because I love him. I cannot even deny what he said, and that is killing me, that that it's what he thinks of me, because I love him so, so much!" Towards them emd, his words turned into a sob, and he fell into Mycroft's comforting arms, everyone else in the room forgotten. "No, brother mine, you are nothing like that. You have the most sentiment i have ever seen, and For once I think it's something to be proud of. You are beautiful, baby brother, and no one is worth changing for." Mycroft argued fiercely, Sherlock's years slowly creating their flow and making him aware of the others' presence in the room. Embarrassed, he withdrew quickly, and said, "Thanks Myc, Molly, Lestrade, but I think I am tired now." Taking the gint, they left, after all giving a warning glance to John. Soon Sherlock and John were the only ones left in the room...