Theme: #1
Rating:PG-13
Spoilers:None
Warnings:Drug OD
Drabble:
Parents
Mycroft Holmes had always known their parents loved them unconditionally.
"I'm not having him committed." Mycroft heard his mother say
"He is just a boy; he'll grow out of it," his father added.
Mycroft couldn't hear the reply, but his mother's answer didn't leave much to the imagination.
"I don't care what he has done, what he'll do, he is our son and we will take care of him."
Mycroft Holmes had always known their parents loved them and as he looked down at his brother, too still, the drugs having almost destroyed his body, he wished they hadn't.
Theme: #2
Rating:PG
Spoilers:None
Warnings:None
Drabble:
Brother
He watched the CCTV footage that streamed to his laptop.
The two men were having a quite diner and even to the untrained eye it was clear they're in love. It was new and both were still unsure.
He sighed.
This meant he would have to have a talk with John Watson. It was Mycroft's job to protect his brother even if it was against his own heart. So Mycroft would make sure John would never break another heart again.
He really did like the doctor and really hoped it would never come to that, but Sherlock came before everything.
Theme: #3
Rating:PG
Spoilers:None
Warnings:None
Drabble:
Sister
He watches the CCTV footage that streamed to his laptop.
The man and woman were having a quite diner and even to the untrained eye it was clear they're in love. It was new, but both were comfortable with it.
He sighed.
This would mean he had to warn Lestrade that the piece of a broken heart were sharp and would leave the man bleeding. But it wasn't Mycroft's job picking up after the messes his sister left.
He really did like the Inspector and really hoped it would never come to that, but Sherrinford could take care of herself.
Theme: #4
Rating:PG
Spoilers:None
Warnings:None
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Wife
It had been expected of him, taking a wife, having that average family of 2.4 children, trophy wife, expensive car, big house, two holidays a year.
So of course he hadn't done that. It wouldn't do, being predictable.
When he finally did get married, it had not been to that perfect woman, graceful, elegant, beautiful, smart, the perfect hostess. No, it had been to a socially awkward, insecure, plain, but oh so brilliant woman, dressed in a pink cardigan with kittens.
No, he thinks as he looks at her, lying next to him in bed, This is so much better.
Theme: #5
Rating:PG
Spoilers:None
Warnings:None
Drabble:
Children
Sometimes he wondered how he had end up in this menagerie. The triplets with their mother's character, their father's brain and their uncle's love for unusual things, like tarantulas in the coffee beans and experiments on the kitchen table. And then there was his oldest, who enjoyed changing her name every week and who unfortunately was a carbon copy of her uncle, including worshipping the ground John Watson walked upon.
Sometimes he wondered what in hell's name he had done to deserve this madness. But then a small hand would take his and he realizes how lucky he really is.