Author's Note: 58/60
Pairing: Mycroft Holmes x Sherlock Holmes (Platonic)
Warnings: Extremely OOC.
Nightmare
Mycroft blinked at his ceiling as he tried to pinpoint what it was that woke him up. He strained his ears to listen, and while it took a few minutes, he finally recognized what was wrong. Sherlock was whimpering.
Mycroft got out of the bed and into his slippers barely seconds after he heard his little brother's whimpers before running towards Sherlock's room. 'What if someone got inside Sher's room?' was his only thought.
As he opened his brother's room however, he saw that there was no one in the room with Sherlock, the only thing out of place was his little brother who was turning and crying in his sleep.
Approaching Sherlock quickly, Mycroft leaned down and shook his brother awake. Bleary eyes looked at him for barely a second before Mycroft was holding the shaking, crying form of his brother.
"Shh, dear Sher, it was just a nightmare' Mycroft whispered as he rocked his little brother until he calmed down.
It took a while, but after 45 minutes, Sherlock was finally clam enough to go back to sleep. Mycroft never learnt what his brother had dreamt about that had scared him so much, but he did notice that Sherlock was attached to his hip for the next few days.
Mycroft inwardly shrugged. It did not matter to him whether he knew what the nightmare was about, as long as Sherlock was alright, that's what mattered.