Author's note: 12/60.
Pairing: Mycroft x Sherlock
Warnings: Slash, fluff
Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock.
Friendship
Everyone always called Mycroft the mother in the sibling relationship between him and Sherlock. And just like a mother, Mycroft constantly worried for his younger brother. What worried Mycroft the most, is that Sherlock was becoming a part of a group of delinquents and he was worried that they would lead his brother into making bad decisions.
One day, Mycroft was called to the police to pick up his errant brother who was found in an alley with multiple needles stuck in his arms. There were signs of a struggle and it was obvious that he didn't want to take the drugs. Thankfully, they were the least dangerous ones.
"Sherlock, are you ok?" Mycroft asked as he hugged Sherlock carefully. "Why did the guys force me to take drugs, My?" "Oh sweetie, those guys were never your friends. They just wanted to make more money by making you addicted to drugs. They weren't your friends."
"I should have listened to you when you said to be careful around them. I am so sorry." Sherlock then burst into tears and hid in his brother's arms. "Thank you officer." Mycroft said, turning to the person who called him. It was Greg Lestrade. "No problem Mr. Holmes. Sherlock, can I give you an advice?"
Sherlock looked at Lestrade and nodded. "True friendship can be found through hardship and trials. But to start those up, you need to find people who like you as you are and who don't want to change you." "Ok. Thank you." Sherlock mumbled and Lestrade smiled.
After Sherlock had calmed down, the two siblings left for their home but not before exchanging numbers with the police officer.