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Chapter 3: Don't Bring it Up.
Conversation with Anthea is hard work, John thinks, as he again tries to find a common discussion topic. He finds nothing to talk about and so turns his attention to Sherlock and Mycroft who are speaking about their mother.
The group has been seated at the table for over an hour, and their plates have been cleared away. John feels his phone buzz again, and trying to avoid another kick to the shins, slips it out of his pocket nonchalantly.
New Message: 3:32:
Mycroft think's we're sleeping together.
-SH
John has a hard time containing a snort as he reads the text, and Mycroft looks at him with his eyebrows knitted.
"Alright John?" He asks.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine, Um where is the restroom?" John sputters looking everywhere but at Sherlock.
"First door on the left." Mycroft supplies, smiling as though amused.
"Thanks."
As John hurries out of the room his mind whirls. Had he done anything to suggest to Mycroft that he was romantically involved with Sherlock? Most definitely not, well maybe, no, no way, John hadn't done anything of the kind. John finds the toilet and quickly closes the door behind him and leans against the sink stand. As he wonders what had given Mycroft that ludicrous idea John feels his phone vibrate against his thigh once more.
New Message: 3:39
Do you want me to tell him that we're not?"
-SH
That was very caring of Sherlock, John thinks as he reads the text, but he thinks that bringing up what Sherlock had deduced might make the situation more awkward than necessary.
New Message: 3:39:
No, just don't bring it up.
-JW
New Message: 3:40:
We're moving into the sitting room for tea.
-SH
New Message: 3:41:
Wait; did you say anything about it?
-JW
New Message: 3:41:
About what?
-SH
New Message: 3:42:
About us shagging. Which we're not, and not going to.
-JW
New Message: 3:43:
Can you stop sulking in the toilet and come join us in the sitting room?
-SH
New Message: 3:44:
Oh god, you did bring it up, didn't you?
-JW
John lets his forehead slide harshly against the mirror, and groans internally. What ever Sherlock has said to Mycroft has most definitely gone awry, judging on Sherlock's answers, or lack of, to his questions. Sighing heavily john turns back to the door, and bravely pulls it open.
As Sherlock had said the group has moved from the dining room, and it takes John a little while to find them in the sitting room. It is a huge, high ceilinged room, with light yellow walls and dark wooden ornate furniture.
"Ah John." Mycroft says, quirking an eyebrow at him as he takes the seat beside Sherlock. Anthea and Mycroft sit on the low plush chairs across from them, and after a brief awkward silence a young woman in uniform laid a tea tray down between them.
"Tea John?" Mycroft asks, filling the four cups on the tray.
"Milk and sugar." He replies, as Mycroft hands Anthea her cup.
"John takes a lot of sugar, at lease three" pipes up Sherlock, John throw his an angry glare.
The res of the visit consist of Mycroft talking about politics, Sherlock making a few blunt remarks about Mycroft's diet and lifestyle, Anthea looking bored, and John desperately hoping that Sherlock doesn't say anything else that might be incriminating.
"Well, it's half past five Mycroft, we best be off soon." Sherlock says after a nudge and an impatient look from John.
"Ah, somewhere to be John?" the elder Holmes brother asks. John almosts inquires to how he knows that, but thinks better of it.
"Not really Mycroft, but thank you for the lovely meal." John says extending a hand that Mycroft takes and shakes firmly.
"No problem John. Perhaps we'll be seeing more of you around the Holmes houses soon?" the older man asks arching an eyebrow that seemed full of implications.
"Um, yes. Sure." John says stepping back and following Sherlock to the hall. Once both men are suited up in their coats and gloves, Sherlock glances over his shoulder at his brother and the young woman beside him.
"Mycroft, Anthea." The detective inclines his head, and briskly exits the home, John follows.
As soon as the door is shut behind them John catches up to Sherlock and grabs hold of his coat sleeve, the tall man turns abruptly to face him. "Problem?"
"Yes! Why did you not persuade your brother that we are not in fact sleeping together?"
"I told he we weren't and he laughed and shook his head and continued on with the conversation." Sherlock says tersely.
"You just brought it up out of the blue?"
"Yes."
John shakes his head disbelievingly and snorts, "You are impossible Sherlock."