A/N: A special shout out to fairytale city. She's been helping me with beta-ing. :) Also I hope this works out since I'm posting it from my phone.
Chapter 6
The sleek black sedan turned onto Pall Mall as Alex watched all of the lofty and exquisite buildings pass her by. When the car stopped, Sherlock climbed out and Alex followed.
"Where are we daddy?" She asked as they walked up to the big double doors. Sherlock remained silent but pressed a button on the keypad to the right of the door and it clicked open. They walked in silence to the lift and Sherlock pressed the unmarked button which was positioned at the top of the list.
The lift started moving and brought them up to what Alex counted as the third floor.
When the doors opened Sherlock walked quickly to the massive oak door which swung open as he reached it. A woman stood just inside with long brown hair which curled at the bottom. Without ever looking up from what she was typing on her mobile she motioned the pair in and shut the door.
Alex followed her father through the grand receiving room and to another set of wooden doors which he pushed open harshly.
"Let's see…" He said as he stood in the doorway, blocking Alex's view of the room. "The last time you called me to your house I had caught Bart's morgue on fire." Sherlock chuckled at the memory. "What have I done this time brother mine?" His voice dripped with sarcasm.
Sherlock walked in the room and Alex followed behind, finally able to take it in. The room was massive, lined with bookshelves upon which every book was precisely 2 inches away from the edge. The far wall was covered in a grandiose picture window which over-looked London. The walls were a sage green and the floors made of shiny wood. Two beige arm chairs and a burgundy couch sat in the center of the room upon an ancient yet well maintained burgundy oriental rug. A large desk sat in front of the window, and behind the large desk sitting in a black padded chair was none other than the British Government himself.
Mycroft waved his hands to the chairs and couch as he stood up and walked over. "Please, have a seat." He told them.
Alex quickly sat upon the long couch. Sherlock however watched his older brother carefully as Mycroft sat down in one of the arm chairs. "I'd rather stand, thank you."
"Very well then." Mycroft said, sliding his eyes over to Alex. Alex tried to read the look on his face, but couldn't decide if he was upset or if he just always looked so cross. "Alex, what happened at school today?" He asked, mashing up his face into a forced smile, one which did not reach his eyes.
Alex's own eyes grew wide as she glanced at her father. Sherlock sighed. "I've already dealt with this Mycroft." He said boredly. "Remember. I am her father, not you." He growled the last part.
Mycroft laughed without humor. "Oh yes. You dealt with it. If by dealing with it you mean practically telling her that it was fine and offering her boxing lessons for next time."
"Not boxing, however that is a good idea." Sherlock retorted with a smirk. His eyes grew deadly cold at what he said next. "Did you see her hand? The school was so concerned about the blubbering boy with a bloody nose, yet no one bothered to check her hand, which is sprained by the way. Some school."
"Oh brother dear, they tried to look. Your daughter is just too stubborn for her own good, she gets that from you I suppose. She refused to allow them to look at it. That is beside the point though. They were prepared to exclude her for two weeks because of this little incident. I was able to pull some strings and bring it down to three days. However they will not be as understanding next time." Mycroft returned his attention to his young niece who was sitting quietly on the couch. "That means you need to be less like your parents, and more like a well-behaved little girl."
Alex's expression of uncertainty quickly turned into a glare as her uncle said these last words. "I want to be like my parents." She told him with ice in her voice. "Mummy told me that girls are just as smart as boys and to always stick up for myself." Granted, mummy would not have been pleased with the punch either, Alex thought to herself. She would give anything to see her mum right now... Even if meant that she would be in trouble. Alex shook her head and pushed away the sadness and hurt and instead turned it into anger against her uncle. He was an easier target at the moment. "Even though mummy is gone right now, I'm never going to forget that. You don't have any right to tell me how to act. You aren't my mummy or my daddy. You're just a bossy old man!" Alex huffed and glared at her uncle with a look that could kill.
Sitting across the way Mycroft watched the young girl closely, trying to decide which reaction to exhibit. It did not help that her father stood by one of the bookshelves laughing silently. Of course he found it entertaining. He was just like the bloody child! Mycroft had known from the first time he had lain eyes upon the child, when she had thrown a baseball across the room just to get their attention, that she was going to be a handful. Having one Sherlock was hard enough. Having two was right up there with World War 3. Frankly, if given the choice, Mycroft would have chosen the war. However family was family, and no matter how trying or annoying they might be, he would make sure that they were well looked after.
"Well then." Mycroft finally spoke. "Next time stick up for yourself with your words. At least those don't leave physical evidence."