A.N Right this chapter is slightly different to the rest. For once Sapphire and Mycroft arent at each others throats, they try and sort out their differences... Enjoy.

The next day Sapphire woke up from a deep sleep. She looked at her phone clock and saw that it was nearly midday; the day before had been eventful and had left her exhausted. She got out of bed and padded towards her bedroom door. As she got closer to the door she found a note on the floor; Mycroft must have slid the note under the door earlier that morning:

Sapphire,

Once you have woken up, please come to my office. I think it is time we talked.

-Mycroft.

Sapphire looked at the note, which lay in her hand, with slight confusion. Surely after what she had done yesterday, Mycroft wouldn't want to see her at all today, let alone talk to her. As she walked downstairs to Mycroft's office, she feared what punishments Mycroft had in store.

When she reached his office Sapphire knocked the door, hoping to get into Mycroft's good books.

Mycroft's office come from inside the office, "Come in Sapphire."

Sapphire opened the door expecting to find Mycroft stern faced, sitting behind the desk. Instead she found him in one of two chairs in front of the fire. He was sat rather content in the chair, drinking a cup of tea. Beside him stood a tea cart holding a teapot, and a tray full of cakes and pastries.

"Sapphire, do take a seat." Mycroft said calmly, gesturing to the seat opposite him. "Tea? Coffee? Pastry or Baked good?" He said turning towards the tea cart.

"Erm tea please and a blueberry muffin please..." Sapphire said rather worried about how nice Mycroft was acting, despite what she had done yesterday.

Mycroft handed her a cup of tea and large blueberry muffin and a plate.

"So how do you feel this morning? Sleep well?" Mycroft asked, still keeping his placid front.

"Right okay. Who are you and what have you done with Mycroft Holmes?" Sapphire asked rather frightened.

"Sapphire what are you talking about?" Mycroft said chuckling slightly.

Sapphire rose from her seat. "You are not Mycroft Holmes! Unless I have entered a parallel universe, where Mycroft Holmes hasn't resented me since we met! You have never said anything remotely normal to me ever! You were furious at me yesterday! Now your acting like nothing has happened! Drop the act Mycroft! Just yell at me! Get it out your system! It would be a lot less creepy!" Sapphire yelled, pacing around the office, hers arms producing large gestures.

Mycroft broke his composure, "Sapphire, just sit down, now!" Mycroft said raising his voice slightly.

Sapphire smiled, "That's a lot better Mycroft." She said as she lowered herself into the chair.

"I was trying to be civil with you about this..." Mycroft started.

"Well it doesn't suit you Mycroft." Sapphire murmured sarcastically.

"Why must you act this way Sapphire? From what I know you are usually a nice girl." Mycroft said, taking another sip form his tea.

"Because Mycroft I tried to be nice and civil the first time we met. But no. You acted like I have done everything wrong and you then treated me like an idiot. So don't start telling me off for acting the way I do towards you. You should be the one explaining your actions." Sapphire said rather annoyed that he blamed all this on her.

Mycroft sat in silence for a few minutes. "I am sorry Sapphire; I regret what I did that day. It was stupid, and above all, it was wrong." Mycroft said, his head lowered slightly from shame.

"May I ask why did you act the way you did?" Sapphire asked.

Mycroft paused for a moment, his tea cup in his hand stayed halfway up to his mouth. He eventually recomposed himself and placed his cup on his knee.

"I have my reasons..." Mycroft said blankly, he was scared of having to explain himself to Sapphire.

Sapphire just looked at him, "Explain..."

Mycroft's hand reached out for his umbrella, he just touched the handle with the tip of his finger, before sighing. "I assume Sherlock hasn't told you about our childhood?"

Sapphire shook her head. "Well I won't go in to too much detail. Let's just say our childhood wasn't a particularly nice one. I was the favourite of our father, and he was very expressive about his feelings towards Sherlock. Obviously Sherlock turned against me, resented me for father's choices and blamed me for his actions. Hence how he acts towards me now."

Sapphire sat taking it all in... Her tea going cold in her cup as it sat on her lap. "But Mycroft what does this have to do with..."

"Sapphire just let me finish..." Mycroft said, raising his voice slightly, before composing himself again.

"Anyway where was I? Yes so the last 25 years or so Sherlock has constantly lived in spite of me; blamed me for his bad behaviour, and everything else that has happened in his life that is wrong. What happened with Jim Moriarty, I regret with all my heart. I am sure Sherlock enlightened you of that; that I was the person who gave Moriarty all those details of our childhood which led to his suicide."

Sapphire nodded, Sherlock had told her when she asked why Sherlock had faked his own death.

"I thought that much." Mycroft said rather sarcastically. "Obviously over the years I have protected him, looked out for him with all my heart and soul. Like any older brother should. Then you came along. Sherlock showed you so much love and attention. What do you expect? I was jealous. Within a few hours Sherlock was showing you more love and attention than he has ever shown me. You had done nothing to deserve it really, you just existed and that was all it took. I had looked after him, protected him to the best of my abilities, and was given nothing in return, not even respect."

"So obviously when I first met you I felt so much jealously. It wasn't like you were anything particularly special. You just stood there, an ordinary 15 year old girl. And in you Sherlock saw the world. So I just turned on you. In some ways I hoped it would push you away from Sherlock, but instead it just turned you against me. Now we here we are... Me still feeling the jealous over how Sherlock treats you compared to me. And you, acting out, showing me the same amount of respect I showed you..." Mycroft said, his voice broke off.

The pair sat in silence for a few minutes. Sapphire sat taking it all in; her tea had gone cold in her hand, her blueberry muffin still uneaten on its plate. Mycroft sat sit head low, ashamed of his past, but glad to have let someone know. Happy that he had explained to someone the reason he had acted the way he did.

"So you did it out of jealousy?" Sapphire said after a few minutes.

Mycroft nodded his head, still not quite sure what he should say. "You were jealous towards me? I can't believe that. Well I can, but still the proud Mycroft, jealous of me. To be truthful I was slightly jealous of you and Sherlock. Even though you don't get along it was obvious to see that the two of you deep down cared for each other. And I haven't seen or felt that in over a year now, ever since my parents died. And to see that again made me jealous. But I wanted to be part of that, at first to get along with the pair of you. But you treated me the way you did, so I turned to Sherlock fully; I looked for his appraisal, which is rather hard to achieve."

Mycroft's head lifted up, "Sherlock cares for me? He doesn't, he hasn't cared for me in 25 years..."

Sapphire shook her head, "He does care, although he may not show it he does, deep down inside. You just can't see it. His has built a tough exterior, but sometimes he lets it down at some points, just slightly and you can see he cares."

Mycroft sat and pondered a thought he was impossible, that Sherlock did care for him, that he was loved by his brother. Sapphire had shown him a new light and of that he was forever grateful. Mycroft sat and talked with Sapphire, about their feelings towards each other, their actions.

Hours went by; the pair seemed to be making amends with each other. At times they just sat in silence mulling over what they had just said. Throughout the day, they had been brought more tea, which they barely touched, too indulged with their conversation to drink it. But soon the conversation would start up again. Eventually the conversation came to a full close; they sat in silence looking at each other.

Sapphire looked to the clock on the mantle of the fireplace; it was gone nine at night. "I better go to up to my room; I should check my phone to see if Sherlock has tried to contact me. And if he has, I better call him." Sapphire said as she rose from her chair. "Good night Mycroft." She mumbled as she turned to leave. She felt slightly better, knowing they had sorted their differences.

"Sapphire, wait one moment." Mycroft called. Sapphire paused turning to look at Mycroft again.

"I am glad we managed to talk about our differences and I hope it will help the pair of us. But although we have discussed this situation, I must consider you safety, I will not let it be compromised, or let you fool my security team again. So from tomorrow you shall be under 24 hour surveillance." Mycroft said, calmly and blankly no emotion in his voice.

Sapphire's expression turned dark, she went to protest. "Sapphire, no ifs, no buts. It is for your own safety and this will continue until Sherlock's return. So I will see you tomorrow. Goodnight."

Sapphire stormed out the room, now truly dreading the rest of her stay.

A.N:

Right, I would just like to say that, I understand that this story isn't everyone's cup of tea, I understand that you have your own opinions and accept that. I continue writing this for the people who are following it, I dont want to just leave it as it is unfair on them. And I apolgise, I know my grammar is bad... Thank you for your comments.