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So this is a Harry/SLASH crossover series of one shots.
WARNING: SLASH. Go back now if you don't like it. Not beta'd.
These are the crossovers I'm willing to do. I may have forgotten one or two or three and if you know I'll write them, you can go ahead and send me a message. But remember, just because I read some of the fics, doesn't mean I can write them as well.
Angel/Bones/BTVS/Charmed/Criminal Minds/CSI: Las Vegas/ CSI: Miami/Ghost Whisperer/Glee/House/The Mentalist/Merlin (BBC)/Mortal Instruments/Sherlock (BBC)/ Supernatural/Twilight
Just send me a message with a pairing and a prompt.
ztanita has requested... Sherlock/Harry/Mycroft (Sherlock (BBC)
They were fighting again. Just like they did when one of them was suffering the feeling of being bored. Usually it was Sherlock who succumbed to it first when he didn't have a murder worth his time to work on. Harry ran a hand through his hair and sat down, knowing that they wouldn't be going out to have a meal tonight until they ran out of steam.
"Oh, why don't you go start a war or something." Sherlock said coldly. "That is, after all, what you do best."
"Very mature," Mycroft bit back. "Is that all you can say? 'why don't you go start a war or something'. Original. No really, it is."
Sherlock bristled at the mocking tone, and his grey eyes narrowed. Harry caught the look and sighed in resignation. If it wasn't for the fact that he loved both men, Harry would have gone for the other route and just chose one of them in order to spare him all the headaches.
"Stop being so childish, you commiserable -"
"Commiserable?" Mycroft scoffed. "At least I'm not such a vexatious-"
Neither brothers took much noticed when the door opened. Harry himself heard it creak, and sank lower into the sofa. Harry briefly looked away from the two Holmes' to see that John had joined him. Harry gave the other man a smile of greeting before turning back to his lovers that were currently arguing over something that Harry guessed was unimportant yet gave them an excuse to verbally attack one another. As usual, it was Sherlock that had started the whole thing. The man had continuously baited his brother until Mycroft finally snapped.
John nudged Harry's shoulder, gaining Harry's attention.
"Aren't you meant to be going out..." John looked at his watch, "twenty minutes ago?"
"Apparently." Harry said.
John winced at the bitter note in Harry's voice.
"They're really going at it." John said instead, feeling uncomfortable.
"They'll calm down in a little while." Harry said quietly.
"- That's so like you to bring mother into this -"
"I haven't seen Sherlock like this in ages." John muttered.
"- I see him as less of a commodity -"
"You're lucky," Harry groused. "They're always like this."
"Arch nemesis." John said, as if remembering something.
"- You avaricious -"
"Both like to exaggerate." Harry said, irritation growing as his lovers continued to squabble.
"How long has it been going on, anyway?" John asked, eyebrows raised at the words the two men were now using. He didn't know most of what they were saying to one another.
"Too long." Harry sighed.
"- Just because Harry prefers me and is always more impassioned when I-"
"Woah!" Harry cried out, cutting Mycroft off. "I think it's time that we all calm down. Now."
Mycroft shut his mouth and straightened back up to his usual dignified posture. Sherlock meanwhile stared at his brother for another second before he turned away to glare out the window.
"I apologize, Harry," Mycroft said softly. "I know how much it upsets you, and we should not have taken it so far."
"No, you shouldn't have." Harry said. "And now we're too late to get to the restaurant where we should have had a civilised meal. We never get to go out and spend time together because you two always seem to prevent it."
Mycroft looked genuinely contrite while Sherlock clenched his jaw.
"We don't need to go out to spend time together." Sherlock said. "I understand that you want to do that so that there is some semblance of variety and not just routine. However I do not see why we cannot just have something here instead."
Harry pinched the bridge of his nose as John shifted his weight from one foot to another.
"I think I'm going to go back over to Sarah's," John suddenly said making a bee-line for the door.
"See you." Harry said absently, eyes on his two lovers. John waved and darted out, leaving the three to their issues. "Now you made John leave." Harry scolded, suddenly feeling tired.
Mycroft stepped forward towards Harry, and pulled him against his chest. Sherlock, unsure of what to do, hovered beside them before laying a hand on Harry's shoulder. The youngest man closed his eyes and burrowed against Mycroft, an arm reaching out to grip Sherlock's belt loops and tug him closer until Harry was sandwiched between the two.
"Don't stay angry." Mycroft said. "Please."
"Harry," Sherlock whispered. "I don't always know how to deal with things like this, but I know that we have caused you distress. And we're sorry."
"You two should learn to get along." Harry closed his eyes and relaxed against the two. "But I'm not angry... just disappointed."
The other men shifted at the comment, both frowning. If it was one thing they shared in dislike, it was disappointing the one they loved, and the only person who loved them for being who they were.
"We can still order something." Sherlock said after a few moments.
"And we'll all eat." Mycroft added, staring at his brother meaningfully when Sherlock made to disagree.
Harry smiled up at them softly and lent up to give Mycroft a peck on the lips. He then turned round to do the same to Sherlock. Harry pulled back from them and stared at the two.
"Lets order then." Harry said decisively, giving them both a look that dared them to say anything. When neither did, Harry's smile grew and he fished out his mobile. "I'm thinking Pizza." Mycroft twitched when Harry said that, his mind picturing the greasy food with disdain. Sherlock, from beside him, smirked at his brother's reaction, but wisely said nothing as Harry came back to them. "And now we are going to have a nice, disagreement-free night."
Harry got part of what he wanted. They did have a nice night, but Sherlock and Mycroft didn't stop their bickering. But then, Harry was asking for a miracle.
I loved the bits in Sherlock when the brothers talk to one another, especially in the first episode.