A/N: MERRY CHRISTMAS EVE FRIENDS. I hope you enjoy the holiday, and if you don't celebrate it, have an awesome day anyway!
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"You...invited yourself to Christmas dinner?"
Mycroft nodded. "Yes. I won't show up, of course. John wouldn't want me there." When Sherlock gave him a confused look, the elder Holmes sighed heavily. "He wants you," he said slowly, as though talking to a small child.
The look of realization on Sherlock's face was priceless.
"He thinks I'm dead," the detective protested. "I don't think showing up tomorrow is the best idea,"
Mycroft met his gaze. "And do you have any better ideas, brother dear? Tomorrow is Christmas. A time for miracles," he practically spat the last word out of his mouth like it tasted bad.
"Maybe..." Sherlock murmured, still looking dubious.
"Trust me," With that, Mycroft gathered up the papers he'd been studying, and he left the room, leaving Sherlock alone with his thoughts.
John,
I have kept my promise. I will be home for Christmas this year.
No words have ever sounded better.
I am prepared for you to be angry with me. Mycroft seems to think everything will work out, but he's not very good at reading people's emotions, now, is he?
He did set you up. I'm very sorry. I would like to say I didn't know, but I did.
I needed some kind of...pretense, a reason to appear on your doorstep. Now I have one.
I have never been more excited in my life.
Sherlock
A/N: Enjoy your Christmas eve, my dears. Thank you for reading! Please review and...
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