Guardian Chapter 12
It was nearly a year later when John first mentioned moving out to Mycroft. There had been no repeat of the incident with Mycroft and the gun, but John hadn't wanted to stir up the peace that had fallen over them both. He had only given the pills back to the man about three months before. He believed he could trust Mycroft, he just felt morally obligated to look after him. If that meant handing out pills every morning before they both went to work, then so be it.
"Mycroft, can I talk to you?"
The tall, red-haired man was sitting in the large expensive looking kitchen reading a newspaper. It had the words "DID UFO HIT JET?" plastered on the front page in capital letters. John raised an eyebrow.
"I thought you said you didn't read that crap?"
Mycroft put the newspaper down quickly. He looked slightly embarrassed.
"I don't." He tried to change the subject quickly. "Anyway, I don't think you came in here to criticize my reading habits. What do you want to talk about?"
John pulled a chair out from under the table and sat facing Mycroft. He had been thinking over how to have this conversation for quite a while, but now he was actually there he couldn't find the words.
"I... I've been living here for a while now..."
Mycroft nodded.
"You have... John, where is this going? Because if it's some kind of long-awaited marriage proposal then I'm sorry but I'm not quite ready for that kind of commitment."
John chuckled.
"Don't worry Mycroft; I'm not going to go down on one knee!"
"I don't think your leg could take it..."
John sat open mouthed in mock shock. Mycroft smiled.
"Sorry John, continue."
John swallowed.
"I think that it's time to… for me to move out. I've been looking at cheap flats. There's one I could get right now for a reasonable price, and I need to move on. I can't stay here forever."
John sat awaiting Mycroft's response. The tall man looked as if he was going to argue. He didn't.
"If that's what you think is best. Don't worry yourself over the price of the flat. I'll pay for it. Find somewhere nice."
John smiled but shook his head.
"I don't want you to do that. I've saved up. I want this flat to be mine. I'll finally be independent again, instead of having to rely on you all the time. But, thank you anyway."
John stood up.
"I have to go, I said I'd meet Greg in ten minutes and it takes about fifteen minutes to get there."
He began to rush off towards the door. As he opened it, Mycroft spoke.
"Are you sure you'll be okay, on your own I mean."
John laughed.
"I'll be fine, Mycroft! I'm not a little kid!"
The Government 'Official' smiled.
"Anyway, it's the other way round. I'm looking after you!"
The sandy-haired man laughed again, closed the door and jogged away.
Mycroft looked down into his tea-cup.
"That's not quite true."
AN: Long time no fic! *sorry*