"What's he doing?" Mycroft asked in disgust.
"He appears to be purchasing daisies," John told him. "It seems he's in a secret relationship, after all."
"Don't be so sure, Doctor Watson," the eldest Holmes replied. "I'll handle this."
John watched as Mycroft strolled out of hiding as if nothing was amiss. Obviously, the plan was to bump into Sherlock casually, but even the younger Holmes knew nothing was ever just casual with his big brother.
"Ah, brother mine, what brings you here?" Mycroft asked.
"I should ask you the same question," Sherlock replied.
"Are the daisies for Miss Hooper, by any chance?" he pried.
"No," Sherlock answered quickly. "I'm simply studying the pistil and stamen of these flowers. I'm experimenting." The flicker in his cerulean eyes was all Mycroft needed to see to know that Sherlock was lying.
"Not back on the sweeties then?" Mycroft inquired. It was at that moment that Sherlock's facial expression turned gravely serious.
"I am not who I once was. I would never go back to those habits…especially not after I've been going to rehab," Sherlock spoke lowly. "I would never put my friends and family through that kind of hell again, nor would I put myself through it."
Mycroft cleared his throat before speaking.
"Good to know, brother mine," he said simply. "But just for the record, you and Miss Hooper are okay?"
"Yes, we're fine," Sherlock answered. The conversation ended when the younger Holmes walked away. At least Mycroft now knew the two were in a relationship. Obviously, it was to be kept hush hush.
"Bye John," Sherlock called out from a short distance.
"How in the hell—?" John was baffled.
Molly was at the lab, using Sherlock's usual microscope, when the very same man entered.
"Hey, you!" she smiled happily. "Something wrong?"
"Nothing, really, but I believe my brother knows we're together," Sherlock replied.
"I guess we can't really keep this to ourselves for a while, can we?" Molly sighed.
"Apparently not, since John was with him when the discovery was made," Sherlock added. "Regardless, I'm more than happy to show our relationship off to my brother."
Molly giggled, her eyes lighting up as she noticed the bouquet of daisies in his hand.
"Are those for me?" she asked.
"All but two," he smirked.
"I'm tellin' ya they're at the lab, now come on," John told Mycroft. They quickly found their way to the room in question, stopping to greet Stamford before continuing their trek to the lab. Upon approaching the door, they heard Molly's voice.
"Oh my God!" she exclaimed. "We should definitely experiment more!" Her voice…it sounded flirty.
"They're not—" Mycroft's face displayed nothing but shock.
"I hope not, otherwise, this will be awkward," John replied.
"What will be—don't open the door! What if they're—" the eldest Holmes quieted, noticing that the lights were off in the lab. Sherlock and Molly stood behind the microscope counter, holding two glowing daisies.
"Oh, hi, John!" Molly greeted him. "Mycroft." Another pause. "Look, we made our daisies glow!"
"I, uh, can see that, Miss Hooper," Mycroft replied. "So, the daisies really were for an experiment?"
"Yes, well, two of them were," Sherlock explained. "The rest are for Molly."
"Isn't he romantic?" Molly practically swooned.
"Uh, yeah, romantic," John remarked. "Look, we were just popping in to check on things. So, we'll just be going now."
"We will?" Mycroft asked. A quick elbow to his side from John and all was clear. "We will! Yes."
After the two exited, Sherlock and Molly began to laugh.
"You really think I'm romantic?" Sherlock asked in surprise.
"Definitely," Molly said softly, rising up on her toes to meet his lips with a tender kiss, her small hands cradling his face whilst her thumbs stroked his cheekbones. "I love you, Sherlock Holmes."
Author's Note: Thanks for reading, y'all!