After going home for a good night's rest Dr. Watson was back in Sherlock's hospital room as promised. As he walked through the door he noticed Mycroft still sitting in the same seat he had been in when he left the night before, or rather early in the morning. He knew what it looked like when someone stayed by someone's hospital bed all night, he'd seen it countless times before. He only had a brief moment to think about this, however, before he was struck with that sensation you get when you walk into a room and everything goes silent, like the people in the room had just been talking about you. He could not help the slight blush that crept up on his cheeks.

Awkwardly he greeted the two brothers, "Um, good afternoon." He froze under their intense gaze for a moment before he continued, "Did you two get any sleep while I was gone?" He scratched the back of his head, only managing to make himself feel even more awkward. What he didn't realise was how both Holmes brothers were endeared by how truly awkward yet adorable the good doctor could look.

To spare him, Mycroft answered, "I nodded off for an hour or two after Sherlock fell asleep and calling to update my parents. Thank you for asking, Doctor." He smiled a small but brilliant smile at the good doctor who blushed slightly under the attention. John had never been one who felt comfortable in the spot light.

Managing to feel yet still be more awkward, John insisted, "John. Please, call me John." He tried to copy Mycroft's smile but only managed an awkward version of it. After a moment of silence where the two brothers just stared at him with a piercing gaze he cleared his throat and asked, "So, any ideas on how to keep entertained over the next week? I have a few but they are rather limited."

Sherlock spoke for the first time since John's appearance and in a rather childish tone, asked, "Can we play cluedo? Please?" He sent a childlike smile at his brother who chuckled to himself.

Smiling, Mycroft answered, "If the Doctor, or John I should say, is willing to play I don't see why not. I could get a copy here in a few minutes." He smiled at John while Sherlock sent him his best puppy dog pout.

A huge smile spread across John's face in response as he cheerfully informed them, "I love that game. I'm not very good at it, mind you, but it's always so interesting trying to figure everything out." Sherlock sent him a gleeful smile while Mycroft grabbed the phone and made a quick call.

No more than a quarter of an hour later there was a knock at the door and Mycroft was handed the board game by a rather confused looking, very young, woman. Apparently she could not comprehend why her always so serious new boss was asking her to run out to get a child's board game, and why she was delivering it to a hospital. She seemed to accept it as she recognized who was in the hospital bed but she still looked slightly confused. Was her boss smiling at her? Was he wearing the same clothes from the day before? And who was the handsome blond man smiling at her? She didn't have long to wonder though before she was off to meet up with some friends because apparently she had the day off.

They played for a few hours, getting through a few rounds, John winning half the time but he suspected they were letting him win, before they got a little bored of the game and Sherlock started showing John his gifts again by doing a little trick with the game. John or Mycroft would set up a scenario and Sherlock would guess it purely based on them. They did this for a good hour before John had to start shift again and reluctantly left the two brothers behind. He promised to stop by on his dinner break and again to say goodbye at the end of shift.

The two brothers spent their alone time in silent conversation, once again avoiding the subject that brought them to the hospital and focusing even more than before on John. Mycroft showed his great respect for the man and considered him to be a close friend now, and Mycroft did not have many close friends, he did not trust people easily. Sherlock on the other hand seemed to be developing more than just respect for the man, and even though Mycroft was slightly concerned with this and vowed to himself to keep an eye on it, he said and did nothing about it. Even he could not deny that Dr. John Watson was a very kind, caring, and attractive man. He would be lying if he said he didn't feel that pull as well.

When John showed up later with three dinners from outside the hospital the brothers went back to using words to communicate, not wanting to leave the poor doctor confused and out of the loop, however after they started to eat they fell into a contented silence.

It was Sherlock how broke it first as he pointed out, "I heard one of the nurses say that you are off tomorrow John. Does that mean you won't be by to visit?" Sherlock was trying to keep the frown off his face but it did not take a Holmes to pick up on it.

John frowned slightly before answering, "I said I would visit you every day, why wouldn't I visit you tomorrow?" John felt a little like Sherlock didn't trust him to keep his promise and that hurt a little.

It was Mycroft who picked up on this in the doctor, and since his brother clearly wasn't he decided that one silent communication wouldn't hurt, so discretely he sent his brother the silent warning to tread lightly or else he would hurt the good doctor's feelings. Sherlock seemed to understand and quickly tried to fix his misstep.

"I just thought that maybe you wouldn't want to come into the hospital on your day off. I'm sure you get enough of the place working and don't want to spend unnecessary time here." Sherlock sent John a self-conscious smile.

With a slight laugh, John smiled and said, "Of course I wouldn't want to come here on my day off for no reason but I have a reason." There was an unspoken 'silly' at the end of John's sentence in his tone that further endeared him to the brothers.

The three chatted about light hearted subjects until John had to leave to finish his shift and Mycroft used this time to find a shower in the hospital and get a change of clothes brought to him. The brother's even managed to fall asleep by the time John had finished shift and walked into the room to see Mycroft curled up in his chair like a cat and Sherlock hugging his pillow like a teddy bear. John didn't want to wake the brothers up so instead he got an idea and made a beeline for the gift shop downstairs before it closed for the night.

When Sherlock woke up the first thing he noticed was his brothers impression of a sleeping cat, then he noticed his head being supported by a pillow he remembered falling asleep hugging, confused because he was still hugging something but it was more soft and squishy. He looked down to see himself hugging a big light brown teddy bear wearing a beige jumper. He smiled down at the teddy bear before looking around the room. The first thing that caught his eye this time was John in the chair on the other side of his bed, fast asleep. He stared at the sleeping man for a few moments before he sensed movement on the other side of the bed. When he turned to look at Mycroft, who was now doing an impression of a stretching cat, he could not help holding out the teddy bear for the man to see. Mycroft look at the bear with slight confusion until he heard the slow and steady breathing coming from the other arm chair.

He poked his head up to look at the sleeping man before breaking out in a huge smile that spoke of the laughter he was fighting back. Sherlock looked at his brother in confusion, clutching the bear even tighter to his chest before his brother whispered with silent laughter, "The bear… is wearing… a similar jumper… to John!" He was clutching his sides with silent laughter as the image of John as a teddy bear ran through his head, and the image of Sherlock clutching the bear in front of him did not help, or the look on Sherlock's face as he looked with confusion from the bear to John and back to the bear before a smile broke across his face as well. Neither understood why it was this funny to them but none the less they were both soon laughing so hard they could not breathe or make a sound. The second Sherlock's heart monitor started to pick up though John was jumping up out of his chair in doctor mode, only serving to somehow make them laugh harder, which only made the monitor pick up more, in turn making the still sleep confused doctor more concerned until he came back to full consciousness only to see the two brothers red in the face with laughter, which made him blush.

Wanting to make the poor doctor feel better both brothers made an effort to stop laughing and once they got to the point where they were just giggling John asked in a self-conscious tone, "Why are you laughing?"

Still having to stop every few words because of laughter, Sherlock answered, "Well, it started out… because of the bears jumper… then it kind of got out of hand…then...then when you jumped up… it… it was just so… so funny!" He started laughing hard again which set off Mycroft. John just stood there in confusion for a moment until Mycroft laughed himself right out of his chair, sending John into a bout of laughter as he tried to help the man back up.

After a few more minutes they were able to gather themselves again, an odd calm falling over them. They were all grinning when a nurse came in, asking with a smile, "What's got you lot so smiley then?"

Mycroft tried to hide his smile as he spoke into his hand, answering, "Oh, just jumpers and teddy bears, the normal things." The nurse quirked an eyebrow but said no more as she went about her job.

It was only when she was leaving that she gave away that she understood as she looked at John and said, "That bear has some pretty good fashion sense, doesn't it doctor?" Then, with a wink and a smile, she was gone.

When he felt two pairs of eyes fall on him again, John defended, "It's the only bear they had!"