Okay, here is chapter 25! I won't chatter on the whole time, but for those who might not read on after this chapter - this is not a romance story. This is friendship, and anything Kiara or Mycroft or Sherlock do or say are meant platonic. Kiara is not in love with either of them and won't be. So please don't read anything into this chapter that isn't meant like it.

By the way. There is one scene in HLV (did you watch it? I think it was so brilliant) that is very similar to a chapter of Kiara that will come soon. I am trying to not include anything from the third series in here, there won't be a Mary (even though she is really brilliant, I love her) and the chapter is not inspired by HLV. It was written about four months ago. That chapter is not this one in case you were thinking I am a bit crazy.

Anyway - enjoy!

The next time I wake up is in the middle of the night. I am in my room, which is a little surprising, until I remember Sherlock telling me to sleep in my bed and not the chair, and then helping my get to my room. It's all a bit blurred, it might just be all imagination, but I like the idea.

It only takes a second to realise why I woke up, the door is ajar. There isn't much sound, but I somehow know that I woke up because of Mycroft.

Just like yesterday, I don't turn on the lights, I just walk quietly to his room and push the door open. I don't even have to think about it, my hand just moves to the light switch and turns it on a bit, and then I can see Mycroft. Today, he isn't making any sound, or moving at all. No, he is lying there, still like a corpse, only the rapid, shallow breaths betray him.

"My, wake up! Wake up, it's not real, I'm here!"

Mycroft opens his eyes almost instantly, and seems to be alert, so I smile at him and leave the room.

He wakes me once more this night, after which he decides he needs to work anyways and doesn't go to sleep again, and then the next night and the night after he wakes me up at least once.

Four days after my lunch with Melissandre is the first time I hear him say something. It is before I can wake him up, and it is not much, but I am pretty sure that I can hear "'Lock... You – I – no!"

Finally he looks at me with his alert, but tired blue eyes again, when I make a choice. Even though he will never say anything and I can only see it because he just woke up, he is exhausted and can't go on like that. And I don't want to either.

"Budge over." I am not entirely sure whether this is a good idea, but I don't pull back.

"I – What?" That clearly is the exhaustion speaking there, otherwise he would never have said something like that, and that makes me continue.

"Budge. Move over. Your bed would be big enough for two full-grown men, so I'll be able to fit in, won't I?"

He still just stares at me, and is clearly to shocked to really understand what I mean, so I just slip into his bed. Luckily he does wear pyjamas, I have seen them so often when I woke him up, otherwise it would get even more awkward than now.

"I don't want anything from you, My. But this way, it is easier to wake up – you should be able to see the logic." When he nods, he already is nearly asleep again, so I think it's rather exhaustion than understanding right now, but he will understand in the morning.

Waking up the next morning is brutal. My pillow is hard, but strangely comfortable, and the bed seems too small. Also, I am tired as hell.

I just lie still and enjoy the warmth and the peace until my pillow moves. My eyes snap open and I frown for a moment at my grey pillow. Why is it grey? It's meant to be red, it used to be red. When I look up, I remember what happened last night – and why I'm so tired.

Mycroft looks down at me, slight amusement evident in his face, but luckily annoyance as I feared after what I did last night.

"Morning, My," I sound croaky and sleepy, but who cares?

"Hello, Kiara. Slept well?"

I dont answer, but smile slightly and put my head back onto his chest, which I had used as a pillow. It's strange, I realise, that he didn't wake me up. I am curled up beside him, knees pulled up to my chest, gripping his pyjama-top with my left, and I am nearly falling out of the bed, but I don't mind. I didn't lose balance yet, so hopefully I won't anytime soon.

"Kiara, I – I think you should know -" He tries to speak, but I interrupt him as soon as I understand what he is trying to say.

"Shush, My, this doesn't mean anything in that way. You have nightmares, I am too lazy to always get up and go to your room and your bed is big enough. What time is it?"

I would have sworn he chuckled just then, but this is Mycroft Holmes, the iceman! He wouldn't chuckle or laugh about things like this – then again, neither does he share his bed with somebody.

"Just after eight, breakfast will be in half an hour."

I just breath in and out once more, then I oush myself up and can barely stop myself from falling out of the bed.

"I'll see you in half an hour, then."

I ruffle his hair once, which he responds to with raised eyebrows, and then leave the room.

Well, what do you think?