Sherlock's house was in the country side, it was fairly big. The garden was nice and tended to. John's eyes looked over to Sherlock who was staring out the window of Mycroft's black car. Mycroft was in-between Sherlock & John. Something had been wrong with Sherlock lately, he hadn't been acting himself. But then again, what's normal to Sherlock isn't normal to a lot of people, like playing violin at 3 in the morning, or not speaking for weeks or not eating for days.

They pulled into the long driveway that leaded up to the house, he watched Sherlock and Mycroft climb out of the car and done the same himself, but he could of sworn he seen Mycroft give Sherlock a pat on the back. John shook it off once a brown haired, older women came to the door. Followed by a grey haired man. They must be Sherlock's parents. As John came closer it was amazing to see how Mycroft looked like their mother and Sherlock looked like their father.

"Boys!" The woman exclaimed, she hugged Mycroft first, a long tender hug. It made John smile, but when it came to Sherlock she hesitated before she hugged him, it was a quick hug, she turned from him quickly and walked into the house. Sherlock's father walked over to the two and smiled. "Sherlock." He held out his hand and Sherlock took it, they embraced eachother, his father tapping his back as they pulled away.

"I'm David." He smiled to John, holding his hand out.

John took it into his own and shook it. "John Watson."

David smiled and looked back as he just about saw his wife and Mycroft disappear into the living area. "Forgive Susan." He mumbled, a small frown taking over his face, but it soon returned to the happy smile. "Merry Christmas by the way! Come in, come in." He smiled and basically pushed the boys into the house. It had pictures of Sherlock & Mycroft everywhere. It seemed there was double of Sherlock. John took pleasure in looking at what Sherlock looked like as a child, black messy hair, a pale, skinny face & bright blue eyes, Mycroft however, was a chubby child. It made John chuckle as he walked through the hallway of the pictures and into the living area where Mycroft and Susan were speaking.

John stepped in and watch Sherlock put his head down, he raised his eyebrow. He looked over to David who just shrugged with a sigh and moved back into the hallway, presumably to make drinks.
"Sherlock, dear." Susan looked up at Sherlock finally and Sherlock get a twitch of a smile grace over his lips.

"Mother."

"How is everything, dear?"

"Fine."
That was about the most they said to each other all day. John couldn't help but feel awkward at dinner when he was forced to answer questions about Sherlock's life when Sherlock refused to speak, he also refused to eat his food but his family shook it off, it must've happened all the time as a child.

"So, anybody special in your life, Sherlock?" David asked before he pushed a forkful of peas in his mouth.

The was silence. John didn't want to answer, it had become an unspoken thing that Sherlock & himself were in a somewhat relationship; he couldn't deny it. They shared the same bed, sometimes exchanged kisses. Sherlock was there for John when his mother passed and since then... Well, they've been semi-dating.

"No." Sherlock finally answered. John couldn't deny this hurt him slightly, but what could he do? He'd talk to Sherlock about it later.

Dinner passed quickly, by the time everyone had finished it was 10pm. Bed.

Well, Sherlock rarely slept so it would be holding John until he fell asleep then walking around the garden.

In the bedroom Sherlock sat on the bed, his arms crossed as he looked at John. "You're upset."

"Mhm." John answered, pulling his shoes and socks off. "You told your father you had no one in your life." John frowned, looking at Sherlock.

Sherlock sighed and looked at John. "You never said we were dating."

"I know, I thought it was implied." John sighed, sitting next to Sherlock.
"Oh." Was all Sherlock said, John said no more.

The next morning was OK. Sherlock told his father about John and himself. They were sitting at the table, everybody was finishing off their breakfast, when Mycroft started to talk.

"So, we're not going to mention it then?" He asked, looking around. Susan looked at him and sighed.

"Mycroft-"

"No, he was our brother, Mummy." Mycroft said, looking at Sherlock. Sherlock shot his head down, staring at his food.

"We were going to see his grave today. It's just been hard with Sherlock's presence." Susan whispered, standing from her chair. "Excuse me." She mumbled and walked out, David followed.

"You didn't say you had a brother." John whispered, he started to think of the different clothes Sherlock was wearing in the pictures, he leaned back on his chair and looked over to Sherlock. "You had a twin brother?"