Title: Dinner Part two.

Summary: Harry visits Mummy.

A/N: It was not my intention to write a dinner scene, but because you guys liked the idea so much... here you go. :)

Lekaiel asked about the time-line, I am assuming before Sherlock's fall. If for anything then because Sherlock is reading John's blog. Technically this and the previous one shouldn't be happening because I believe that Mummy is either dead or institutionalised.

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It was five in the evening and Sherlock was almost ready, he just needed to place the nicotine patch and he was good to go. Harry on the other hand was still going through his wardrobe trying to find the perfect outfit, he wanted something to present him perfectly, first impressions and all. However, with Sherlock and Mycroft as her sons, Mummy wouldn't be fooled, would she?

By five past five, Sherlock had already have enough with Harry's fretting and told him to wear the green shirt with the gray trousers, "They bring out the colour of your eyes," Sherlock remarked.

Sherlock rang the doorbell, while Harry stood there fidgeting, running his hand through his hair to tidy it only to end up messing it more.

After what seemed like ages –which was really five seconds, the door opened to reveal Mycroft. Harry sighed relieved and feeling all the more anxious. He wanted to meet Mummy and get that first impression out-of-the-way.

The trio settled in the living room and the tension could be cut with a dull knife, when suddenly Harry could hear heels clicking on the floor. The sound was increasing in volume as the figure – Mrs. Holmes no doubt, approached.

"Hello, dears," Mummy addressed her sons, "You must be Harry," The beautiful woman turned to him, smiling as she greeted him.

Wiping his hands on his trousers, Harry took her outstretched hands saying, "Hi, Mrs. Holmes, pleasure to finally meet you,"

"No need to be so formal dear, you are already dating Sherlock after all. Has he been giving you trouble?" Sherlock didn't dare to say a word of protest besides glaring at Mycroft for smirking.

"Umm, not at all," Harry replied, not knowing what to address her as.

"Good. Dinner will be served in ten minutes, go ahead to the dining room while I check on the chef."

Dinner was awkward for Harry at least, who was stiff. Meanwhile Mycroft and Sherlock traded their usual jabs as their Mummy watched. Halfway through Mummy dragged Harry into a conversation; from there everything went smoothly (or as smoothly as it could be with three geniuses in one room).

Before they left, Mummy made Sherlock promise to bring Harry sometime again and for Harry to call her soon. Just before he closed the door behind him, Mummy held Sherlock back and whispered in his ear. "He is a keeper, Sher."

On the way home Sherlock had this small smile – a smirk really, that Harry mistakenly took for Sherlock being glad that by the end Mycroft has admitted temporarily defeat. Unkown to him Sherlock was glad because Mummy approves.