Sherlock remained curled up on the chair in front of the telly. It was just one of those mornings. One of those mornings that he just didn't care about what he did. Watching the television was one of them… He despised it. Loathed it. Today didn't really matter. He sat curled up with his knees to his chest and his arms crossed. He wasn't even changed out of his pajamas.

John's clacking from his fingers on the keys of his laptop added to the noise of the television. Sherlock had to admit… It was quite comforting to him. Of course he had grown accustomed to John's absence from 221B over the few years but he did enjoy the familiarity that John brought with him when he would spend time in the flat while Mary and Sophie were at home or out and about.

Then there was a ring from his phone. John picked it up from the table, looked at the screen and then tossed it to him. Sherlock caught it and looked at the caller ID.

Mycroft.

Sherlock let out a grumble before pressing the silent button and laying the phone on the arm rest of the chair. John glanced away from his computer and gave a small grumble of his own before resuming his affairs on his blog.

There was no disturbance throughout the room for a good two minutes until John's phone began to vibrate. John sighed and answered. If Sherlock wasn't going to answer, he was because he knew that Mycroft would harass them if he didn't. A small part of him also wanted to spite Sherlock.

"Hello?" John answered as he sat back in his desk chair.

"John… Are you two busy?" Mycroft came from the other line. He seemed a little… Uneasy? No. He seemed almost like he'd seen a ghost.

John glanced at Sherlock on the chair who seemed to be quite content.

"Tell Mycroft I'm not in the mood…" Sherlock mumbled from his seat without even sparing a glance to John. John stood up from his chair and grinned to himself./p
"Actually Mycroft… I was writing for my blog. Did you call Sherlock first or did you figure that maybe you should just skip to me?" John joked as he stood from his chair.

Mycroft's huff made John smile even more. "Your sense of humor is very refreshing, John and I did. That is why I called you because he never answered. I know when my brother is busy he will not touch his phone for some time unless it is to request something from me. That is why I presumed that he was busy…" John quirked an eyebrow in response. He was surprised that Mycroft wasn't aware of Sherlock's whereabouts at the moment. Usually he knew if his brother was up to something or doing nothing.

That didn't matter though. If Mycroft wanted to stalk his baby brother, he had every right… Well, every means to do so. John still wasn't satisfied. Sherlock wasn't completely angry at him yet. It wasn't fun…

"Oh… Would you consider an episode of Downton Abbey as being busy? Your brother seems very entranced by his glowing box with pictures. Got a celebrity crush on Michelle Dockery perhaps?" Sherlock let out a few mumbles and sounds that greatly resembled hisses about how ridiculous that was. "Here you go…"

John bent over the back of the chair and held the mobile for the detective. Sherlock craned his neck to look at him and furrowed his brow. "What's that?"

"It's a mobile, Sherlock…"

"The appropriate question, Sherlock, is 'who's that?'…" Mycroft's voice came.

Sherlock snatched the mobile out of John's hand and put it to his ear angrily. "Excuse you, Mycroft… I know exactly what I was asking. Now leave me alone."

John gave a quick eye roll before sitting back down at his desk chair. Sherlock remained where he was.

"I don't mean to tease you Sherlock… I have no intention of making you angry at me and I don't want to make myself angry at you. Now, I have called you because I have something very important to talk with you about."

"Not interested…"

"So Downton Abbey has taken precedence over Molly?" Mycroft hissed.

Sherlock became silent. "What about Molly? Of course Molly is number one…"

Mycroft took the time to finally get in what he wanted to say before Sherlock could rant. "When were you going to tell me that you proposed? Did you think that it was appropriate for me to find out when you sent out the save-the-dates?" Sherlock sensed a little bit of hurt.

"What do you mean you didn't know that I proposed? I proposed four months ago…"

"I'm not all knowing, brother dear…" Mycroft deadpanned.

"Don't be silly! Don't you stalk me?!" Sherlock countered.

"I don't stalk you, Sherlock. I just make sure that you keep yourself safe…"

Sherlock became silent once more. He looked behind him at John who looked at his computer. He could only guess that he didn't want to get in the middle of it at the moment. Sherlock was on his own…

He shut his eyes and thought about how to go about this. "I'm sorry…" Sherlock finally said.

"Sorry?"

"Sorry that I… assumed. I assumed that you would get this information some how. Maybe I thought that you would have talked with John and Mary. Perhaps you would have found out through your surveillance. I don't know… Maybe you would have talked to Molly. Maybe I even had the distant idea that maybe you would converse with our parents." Sherlock really felt… guilt? Was he feeling guilt? Guilt that he didn't even tell his own brother that he was getting married. He felt bad that he didn't even think that maybe telling Mycroft may be the only way that he would find out before he received the save-the-date. Instead, he assumed and now he hurt his brother.

"Apology accepted." Mycroft was silent for some time as if this situation was just as foreign to him as it seemed to Sherlock. "Well, congratulations, Sherlock. And tell Molly that for me?"

"I will relay the message if you don't see her…" Sherlock assured him. "I will talk to you later then?"

"Yes," Mycroft chuckled. "Oh, and Sherlock?"

"Yes Mycroft?"

"I'm proud of you…"

Sherlock couldn't help but grin to himself. His brother was proud of him… He felt John lean over and give him a pat on the shoulder.

"Thank you, Mycroft. That… that means a lot to me," he found himself saying.

Sherlock could tell Mycroft was grinning as well. The situation was so new to them both. But it felt good… "I am hoping that you informed Mummy and Dad about this in the ideal manner. Not by a simple 'save the date' card? Mummy would-"

Sherlock chuckled before taking the phone from his ear. He spoke into the microphone: "Chat with you later, Mycroft…". He hung up.

"John cleared his throat. "Pleasant conversation…"

"You listen well…" Sherlock noted. "And yes it was."

"You do assume most things, though."

"I am aware John…" Sherlock mumbled. "But I don't care anymore."

"What? Why?"

"It doesn't matter." Sherlock put his eyes back on the television just in time to see the program flash back on the screen. "That's the first time he's ever told me he was proud of me…" John gave another grin to the back of his friend's head. He jotted a note to make sure and blog about Sherlock and Mycroft's conversation. As he jotted, all he could hear was Sherlock whispering to himself: "My big brother is proud of me…"