Hi everybody!
So I know the last chapters has been a bit short, I'll try to make up for that in the next chapters.
Btw, I own NOTHING! All characters in this fanfic, other than Sher Lucas, are not mine, but BBC only!
Mycroft and Sher stood silently, waiting for the elevator to arrive, as Sher was fixing her wig.
"Would you like to go to dinner tonight?" He finally managed.
Sher looked at him suspiciously. "Dinner?" She asked.
"To celebrate your birthday." He said. "And the good news we had just received."
"Where?"
"There's a new seafood restaurant, Arnie. I can get places in it, if you'd like." He hesitated for a moment before adding "James can come as well."
"Now we've reached the bottom of it." She said bitterly. "James."
Mycroft sighed. "It wasn't the reason, Sher."
"But if it can be added, why not?" She said, furiously.
"Don't bring him then," he said, "it doesn't matters. This is for you and about you. All I said was that he may come as well if he pleases to."
"As if I should believe that!" Sher said, practicly yelling at the man who stood in front of her.
"All I want is for you to be happy, Sher." Mycroft said, as unaware of her fury as always. "nothing else matters to me."
"We'll see about that." Sher said and faced the hallway. "I'll take the stairs."
"I will be there tonight," Called Mycroft to her leaving back. "Come if you'd like, at half past eight."
And there she was gone and the elevator has arrived. Mycroft entered the elevator, heavy hearted. He couldn't manage a single conversation with that woman without ending it with a fight between them. He leaned against the elevator wall. She hated him so much, and it tore him from the inside.
He exited the elevator on ground floor, only to see Sherlock and John arriving to his direction.
"Brother-dear," he said politely, "how are you?"
"A bit tired, brother-mine, but you have known that already." Sherlock said. "What are you doing here?"
"Work business," said Mycroft.
"At Oncology?" Sherlock replied. "Escorting a terribly young woman?"
"An assistance." Mycroft said.
"Lie. It's your hint," said Sherlock, "playing your fingers."
"That is not true." Said Mycroft.
"Don't feel bad. Nearly everyone got a hint. John is touching his ear."
"Am not!" Said John, and covered his ear, as if to protect her from what Sherlock was saying.
"Back to our matter," said Mycroft, "since when do you even care so much about my work?"
"I don't." Said Sherlock.
"you're asking me about my job." Said Mycroft.
"It is not your job you're here about today." Replied Sherlock.
"I don't touch my ear." Mumbled John.
"well then," Mycroft said, "that's why you ran here as soon as - who was it, Dr. Hopper? - told you I'm here, is it?"
"My motives are none of your business." Said Sherlock.
"Is that so?" Asked Mycroft. "Well, my business are none of your business, brother-dear." He said and walked away.
"I'll find out, you know!" Called Sherlock behind him."
Mycroft hadn't even looked when he said, "be my guest."