A\N: Disclaimer: I sadly do not own Sherlock or any recognisable characters and plots from the BBC series... Belongs to Steven Moffat, Mark Gatiss and Arthur Conan Doyle.
"Sherlock, why are you here? Why are you crying, and where is John?" Mycroft questioned urgently, getting more worried when Sherlock started sobbing at the last part. "He-he said he loved me but...He has a fiancée." Mycroft gasped. " I knew I should have kept surveillance on him. But this... Oh Sherlock. I imagine you will bee wanting a place to stay." At this, Sherlock looked up hopefully. "Please, it would only be for one night, so I can find a room somewhere." Mycroft guided Sherlock into the house, and said, "Brother, I'd rather you stay with me, please. I need top know you're okay. You can stay for as long as you like." Sherlock thanked him gratefully, and allowed Mycroft to comfort him, finally letting down his walls.
Weeks passed, and Sherlock doesn't his days with Mycroft, never happy or even content, but somewhat peaceful. Mycroft however, was not satisfied. His brother, who had gone through so much pain in his life, didn't deserve this, and John Watson certainly did NOT deserve Sherlock. Therefore, it's understandable, that when said man arrived at his doorstep, after weeks of silence, begging to speak to Sherlock, Mycroft Holmes was more than a little bit angry. He was just about to slap the doctor, when John gasped and Mycroft looked behind him at what John was staring at. A bleary-eyed Sherlock was standing in the corridor behind him, shock visibly on his sleepy face.
A\N:Sorry that this is so short, just been very busy lately
