So this week has been one of those weeks where things cannot seem to go right, sorry I did not get this posted Monday, hope you all enjoy.

John's POV

In the time between Mycroft's visit and when the older man is due back, he sets up a few appointments with university program councilors, stocks up the pantry with more than just the basic stuff he prefers, decides on a work out to do to keep in somewhat shape because there is no reason to get lazy. He is actually planning on making something for the older man when he gets a text message from the PA, at least he is assuming the new number that just appeared in his phone under 'A' belongs to the PA, otherwise he needs to be concerned. Apparently the plane has landed and Mycroft would like to meet him for dinner.

After a rather quick conversation about dress code, he gets in close to the same outfit he had on the night they met and head out to the curb where he discovers what appears to be the same car and driver his patron has sent both the times he has gotten a ride from him.

The vehicle ends up in front of a rather nice restaurant and he is not even sure they will let him in.

Getting out of the vehicle, his hands automatically smooth his clothing before he strides to the door with as much confidence as he can pull off. He brought his cane, but has so far avoided using it, instead just holding it by the middle like an umbrella or something else of that nature. Since they met two weeks ago, he has found he needs it less and less, though he is not sure what that is about.

Inside he pauses to see if he can spot Mycroft, and when he cannot see his patron, he glances at the hostess and comments, "Watson or Holmes?"

"Right this way," the young woman comments, turning to lead him quietly through the restaurant to a quieter room in the back, though there are still several tables.

"Mr. Holmes will be with you shortly," the hostess comments, "Would you like something to drink to start with?"

"Hot lemon tea please," he replies.

She nods and leaves with a smile.

Less than a minute later Mycroft seems to manifest out of nowhere as he slides into his seat.

"I apologize for being late," the older man comments, "I had a phone call I had to make."

He waves it off with a small smile, "I know you're busy. I was actually considering making dinner but wasn't sure what time you were going to be in and whether you were stopping by or not."

A light flush covers the older man's face, and he seems genuinely surprised by that comment.

"How was your week? Successful I hope?" he inquires, not asking what his patron was doing, he has a feeling he doesn't want to know.

"Successful," his patron responds with a small smile. "How was your week?"

He nods, "Good, busy, but good."

"That's good," the auburn haired man comments with nod.

Before either can say anything further, a waiter comes over to see if they are ready to order. After placing their order, they return to discussing their respective weeks. Well, more like he discussed his week and Mycroft discussed the weather of his. Once the food gets there, they fall a bit quieter, only occasionally mentioning something that they are enjoying.

All of that is broken when a young man comes striding over, mouth running a mile a minute and most of it difficult to understand.

He takes one glance at his face and knows immediately that he high as a kite.

The staff is trying to stop him, but failing miserably.

"Mr. Holmes, I'm so sorry," the host begins but doesn't have a chance to finish before Mycroft is waving him off and the younger man is glaring daggers at him.

"It's fine, a few moments of privacy if you please." His patron remarks, with a wave of his hand.

"Of course sir, again I am sorry for the interruption," the host replies before waving his staff away and leaving with them.

"Doctor Watson, this is my brother Sherlock," his patron introduces him.

He stands, offering a hand, "Nice to meet you," he greets the younger man, getting a read on him with a quick look. Addict, early to mid twenties, malnutrition, and possibly some form of mental health issues judging by the way he is speaking, though he cannot be sure because it could be the fact Sherlock is high.

The younger man takes hold of his hand after rolling his eyes and he narrows his, changing his grip, twisting and jerking the taller man forward and pressing him against the table nearest theirs.

"Not very polite interrupting dinner while high as a kite," he comments quietly but firmly, a bit of his captain's voice bleeding into his tone. "Now if you are going to calm down and be polite, I'll let you go and you can sit down like a civilized person. If you're not, I can throw you out, I am sure the staff will hold the door for me."

"Mycroft, call your toy off," the younger man snarls.

With a quick jerk, he biffs Sherlock against the table once, and waits for his response.

"I believe Doctor Watson has everything under control, there is no reason for me to interfere." His patron responds as he reaches for his tea and sits back down.

"Fine," the younger man nearly growls, "I'll speak with you later, when your pet isn't manhandling me."

He lets Sherlock go, standing and stepping back as he does so. Nearly as soon as he does the younger man straightens and glares at him. He simply arches an eyebrow questioningly. A moment later the taller man leaves them alone, glaring at everyone as he does so.

"I apologize for my brother's behavior," Mycroft comments when he sits back down.

He shrugs, "It's alright. I have a younger sister with less than pleasant habits."

The rest of their dinner goes rather smoothly, they even have dessert and make plans to have dinner on Sunday. Over all he feels that it has been a successful night, despite the fact his new patient seems to need some assistance, he will definitely need to get a hold of the medical records sooner than later so he can start coming up with a treatment plan because he is sure that one of these days the younger man is going to crash.

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