June 26th, 2005
Sherlock's POV
While John tells the other three they can come back in the dining room, he thinks about what caused that reaction and why he felt that way. They weren't being too loud, all of them were silent, and hand movements quiet without using their voices. Yet it had been too much for him. Too many whys and questions he can't seem to get answered because he doesn't know how to ask.
Writing out all the questions felt good. Knowing that his brother would get them, and that John would try to make sure that his brother answers them felt even better.
He's still lost in thought when the four return to the room, taking their seats again.
Less than a minute later Miranda comes in with the dessert. She puts a smaller piece of fresh lemon meringue pie in front of him, and a larger piece in front of John since he knows his friend likes pie. It's something they have shared at dinner twice already and discussed the last time they saw each other.
Well, they sort of discussed it. He wrote out all the types of pie and baked goods he likes. John put check marks next to the ones he knows, x's next to the ones he can make, and question marks next to the ones he plans to learn eventually.
Jim and Jasper both get pieces of homemade, moist and fluffy Death by Chocolate cake.
Mycroft got a piece too, but it was a lot smaller than either of the spies.
-What sort of chocolate is that?- John asks, motioning to the cake.
-Death by Chocolate, and perfect too,- Jim answers.
-German chocolate cake, dark chocolate cream cheese frosting with fudge and white chocolate bits drizzled with milk chocolate syrup,- Jasper responds at nearly the same time.
-Nice, sounds like a sugar rush,- the doctor comments as he eyes the cake. –I like this pie, it's really good.-
In his seat, Mycroft is actively not looking at anyone else as he picks at his smaller piece of cake. He knows that his brother would have a bigger piece but the doctor at his last visit had told him to cut back on sweets or he was going to lose them completely.
His brother isn't diabetic yet, but he's well on the way to it. The sad part is, it's probably his fault in some way. Everything is always his fault. His family has made that abundantly clear on multiple-
A tap on his arm draws him out of his mind, he glances over startled to see Jasper sitting beside him when earlier that spot had been empty and the glasses wearing spy had been across from him.
-Whatever your mind is telling you right now is untrue. I'm sure that it has to do with our annoying relative, that doesn't make it real.- Jasper informs him with a serious expression. –How's the pie? It looks good. Almost as good as this cake.-
-Pie's better,- he replies absently, thinking about that comment stating they are related. –Related?-
-Cousins,- Pike replies, waving a lazy hand towards his brother before continuing, -He assumed that I adopted the name, when really it's been me all along.-
Blinking, he tries to remember if there is anyone in his family named Jasper and all he can think of is a cousin who vanished when he was a child, but that had been years ago. Actually, that cousin and his parents had all vanished at the same time. The parents had turned up later dead, but not his cousin. It was assumed that he had died in the storm they had been caught in and the body never found since there was six others who had never been found either.
-My parents died in that storm. I pulled a vanishing act. It would be a few years before Mycroft caught up and recruited me.- his apparent cousin states.
Studying the slender, dark-haired agent he can easily see the resemblance, but then, there is one between him and Jim too. He's pretty sure he's not related to the psychopath. Turning towards his minder he tips his head to the side in question, trying to decide if there is any relation or not.
-Not. I'm blissfully related to no one except who I choose to associate with.- Wildcard answers the unspoken question. –I obey just as few. Much to our supervisors annoyance.- there is mischief in the smirk that accompanies that statement.-I should get the cooks recipe for this. Not that I will make it, but I know a few other cooks and I can have them make it for me later down the line.-
A glance at his brother reveals that Mycroft is paying close attention, even if he is refusing to look at anyone in particular and staring at his cake with rather narrow eyes. Must be processing that cousins comment.
While a glance at John reveals that his friend is merely paying attention to the conversation.
-The pie is very good,- John remarks after a lull in their conversation. –Though that cake looks good too.- Smiling, his friend comments, -A second piece would be nice. Would your cook be alright with me stepping in the kitchen to request one?-
-I can get it,- Jim offers, rising from his seat.
-Nope, I don't trust you'd not do something to make the night 'interesting'.- the doctor retorts calmly.
Jasper snickers as he stands and returns to his original spot to work on his cake some more.
Mycroft tries to hide a smile by ducking his head down further, it doesn't really work because he is the tallest one in the room currently and even sitting he's just a little taller than the rest of them, making the angle wrong for what he is trying.
Jim acts like he's offended, but his eyes give a totally different story.
Getting to his feet, John heads into the kitchen with his plate.
While the doctor is in the other room the two spies start discussing the different types of baked treats and debating which is the best type and flavor. It seems to be a conversation they've had before yet it is probably a bit different since it is done in sign language. Though he keeps noticing the quick hand signs he doesn't know, ones that do not belong to any version he knows and it makes him wonder what it is.
Is that something he could add to his list of questions? Do they have to be why questions or can they be other types? He should ask John when he is alone with the doctor again. Mostly he'll ask then because he doesn't want to ask in front of three other geniuses, though John has his own sort of genius. It's different than theirs but no less real.
It seems to take forever when really it's only three minutes between when John leaves the room and when gets back. Seeing what the conversation is, the doctor quickly joins in, having his own views on what sort of treats are best. Only Mycroft stays out.
The vindictive side of his nature is happy with that, just like he is happy that his brother has to limit how much of his favorite treats he can have. If he's to be blamed for this, then at least he can take pleasure in the fact it annoys his brother.
Actually, he should really enjoy his pie, and maybe even get a piece of cake just to rub it in Mycroft's face that he can eat as much of it as he wants. Even if he knows he probably won't eat anything big for the next day or two if he does so. Still, dessert is by far the best meal and he wants to enjoy it.
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