The note I wrote for this chapter was simply "Mycroft finds out and is displeased." so yeah that's what happens. Also I know that is Sherlolly and so far there hasn't really been any, but don't worry because in the next chapter it will start and the main story line will begin.
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Sherlock walked up the stairs to 221B after bidding his farewells to Molly at the door. The Chinese takeaway they had planned on visiting was closed so Molly just dropped Sherlock back at the flat and went home. Sherlock pushed the door open and made a face as he saw his brother sitting in his chair, fiddling with his umbrella.
"What?" Sherlock spat as he walked into his flat.
"That's no way to speak to your brother." Mycroft sighed in his normal tone.
"Oh I'm sorry, how are you brother dear, how lovely to see you?!" Sherlock asked sarcastically with a badly put on smile and warm tone.
"Fine, thank you." Mycroft smiled sourly. "But I'm not here to talk about me," Sherlock rolled his eyes as he sat down in John's chair, he still thought of it as John's chair. "I have been informed by a colleague that you have been conspiring with werewolves," He sighed but then lent forward and glared at Sherlock. "What have you done?!"
The corner of Sherlock's mouth turned into a smile and a soft chuckle escaped him. "I wondered how long it would take you."
"Sherlock!" The older Holmes warned.
He chuckled again. "I'm not conspiring with them, I am one." And he laid back in his chair, John's chair, it was much more comfortable then his.
"Why must you do this?" Mycroft sighed in a tired way, scrubbing his face with his left hand.
"Well I hardly had a cho-" Sherlock began but Mycroft interrupted.
"You know that's not what I mean, Sherlock," Mycroft let out a sigh through his nose. "Just... try not to cause too much trouble."
"Can't make any promises." Sherlock waved his hand in a dismissive way.
"I'm serious, Sherlock, if you screw up, I will no longer be able to help you." He said in a warning tone.
"I don't plan on leading some supernatural revolution if that's what you think." The younger of the Holmes brothers scoffed. Sherlock's phone buzzed and he removed it from his jacket.
Imperial City? - Molly
The text read and Sherlock felt that same warmth in his chest rising again, he thought for a minute and then relied.
One of the cheaper takeaways in London, the rice can be dry but I rather like it. -SH
"Sentiment?" Mycroft asked in a tone that was as close to sibling banter as he could ever get.
"Shut up." Sherlock replied just a little too fast.
"Well well." Mycroft said in the same tone.
"You know something Mycroft?" Sherlock asked his brother. "I don't really care and would very much like for you to leave." Sherlock gave him his signature fake smile and then a glare when Mycroft didn't get up. The government official then rolled his eyes and stood.
"The great Consulting Detective, Sherlock Holmes, a werewolf... I pity humanity." He sighed and turned away towards the door. Sherlock followed him with his eyes until he could no longer see his brother and waited for the sound of the door downstairs. A few minutes after Mycroft left Sherlock's phone buzzed again and he unlocked the screen.
What would you like then? - Molly
Sherlock unknowingly smiled at the thought of Molly and then replied quickly to the text.
Surprise me. -SH
The door downstairs opened again and Sherlock half expected to hear Mycroft make some snide remark about his undying love for Molly, but instead he heard the familiar sound of John's footfall on the stairs; then the slightly less familiar sound of Mary's footfall. A few seconds later John, Mary and little baby Watson appeared in the doorway of 221B. Daine (baby Watson, also yes I did google similar female names to Dean because of the supernatural reference) had an enormous smile on her face as Mary cradled her in her arms.
Sherlock stood up and smiled at his old flat mate.
"You were sitting in my chair." John voiced in slight hurt, Sherlock just rolled his eyes.
"Nice to see you to John." Sherlock laughed as John and Mary walked in and sat next to each other on the sofa, Mary softly started to bounce Daine on her knee. John gave him an expected look and Sherlock just sighed out of his nose and slumped down into his chair.
"When I arrived back 10 minutes ago Mycroft was sitting in my chair so I had to borrow yours, not that you ever use it anymore." He said with a wave of his hand and a roll of the eyes.
In order to try and stop Sherlock and her husband having a domestic Mary asked Sherlock why Mycroft had been at 221B
"So why was Mycroft bothering you this time?"
"Accusing me of things, trying and failing to make me do as he wishes, just being in his presences bothers me, so I asked him to leave." Sherlock said simply.
"What exactly was he accusing you of?" Mary asked in a curios voice.
"Leading a rebel army to overthrow the current government." That wasn't a lie, just not all the truth.
How does chow mein sound? - Molly
"Molly's ordering Chinese takeaway, want some?" Sherlock asked and waited for John and Mary to have a dull conversation about it.
"Don't see why not." Mary chirped and smiled at John. "What are you getting?"
"Chow mein." Sherlock informed them.
"Sounds nice." John said and settled into the chair and smiled when Daine started to make sweet bubbling noises.
Sounds good, get some for John and Mary as well. -SH
"How are you feeling now?" John asked with a slight air of concern.
"Fine." Sherlock shrugged.
"Have you any idea what might have happened to your leg, I mean it's not normal for a wound to heal over night." John asked with a slightly worried tone, although he couldn't help but laugh when Daine blew a soft raspberry noise and then giggled in delight at the sound.
"Molly came up with something but I wasn't really listening." That was true, when Molly had first told him he was well, a werewolf, he hadn't really been listening . Sherlock knew he had to choose his words carefully as unlike John, Mary was wiser to when he was lying.
In response John just rolled his eyes and started conversation, they ended up talking about the case that Sherlock had been investigating before he was bitten. It had been a simple stab and run but as always the police were incapable of doing their own jobs and couldn't work out who had done, although after five minutes Sherlock was chasing around London tracking down the stabber. But then the Gods changed their minds and decided to have Sherlock taken down that night.
Just as Sherlock was finishing explaining the case the door downstairs opened then closed and Molly appeared in the doorway carrying rather heavy looking bags.
You should help with those. The new and quite irritating part of Sherlock's mind told him, he ignored it. Molly hurried over to the coffee table and placed the bags down.
"They gave us free fortune cookies," Molly said to Sherlock and then turned to John and Mary, and obviously to little Daine who she loved so dearly. "Hello Daine, you've grown so much since the last time I saw you." She said in a happy and very friendly way, but not that stupid baby voice people insist on using when addressing infants. Sherlock only rolled his eyes and stood, walking over to the kitchen to get plates and trays, why did Mrs Hudson have to visit her sister, when she was away Sherlock had to do all the boring things.
And that was that, the five of them all sat in 221B all eating takeaway and chatting, even little Daine had a few noodles. John joked how Sherlock was actually eating without being forced to, and then received some very rude hand gestures from said man. Sherlock was then scolded by John and Mary for doing such things in front of their child, much to the amusement of Molly and Daine. And then John and Mary received a lecture from Sherlock explaining that a child at the age wouldn't be influenced by it. Then Sherlock proceeded to deduce all the fortune cookies, but being the show off that he is he read his deductions out in actually Chinese. Then baby Watson's head started to nod and the little family thought it best to go back home and put their pride and joy to bed.