A/N: I have the last three days of titles planned, so today and tomorrow's titles might suck. A lot. I'll do my best but really, there aren't as many Christmas carols as you would think, honestly.
DISCLAIMER: Don't think I own any of this. I don't. Seriously. Please don't sue me.
"When can I go home?" Sherlock asked, for the 508th time today.
Mycroft was counting. "When I've cleared everything up in London." He answered, not looking up from the files he was reading.
"How long will that take?" The detective demanded. Also for the 508th time.
"As long as it takes," his brother replied. Astoundingly, he didn't sound as annoyed as Sherlock expected him to. Sherlock suspected it was because Mycroft was relieved that the detective would soon be out of his hair.
No, not really. Mycroft knew how...difficult Sherlock and John's reunion would be, and it pained him. He'd delayed as long as possible now, though.
"Trust in me, brother dear," he said quietly. "You will be home with your doctor by Christmas."
John,
I will be home by Christmas, if Mycroft is to be believed. I don't know if I do believe him, but I want to. I want to believe my older brother more than I've wanted anything else.
No, that's not right. I want to come home to you more. I want you to share my feelings, and I want us to be happy. I hope you will be happy when I return.
I know you'll be angry, with good reason, but I also hope you'll be able to understand my reasons.
I only want one thing for Christmas this year.
Your forgiveness.
Sherlock
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