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The brothers were standing outside smoking, needing the escape from their unfortunately ordinary parents. They had left Greg inside to entertain Mr. and Mrs. Holmes while they 'caught up.' As if they were going to tell each other what had been going on in their lives. Greg, who had been terrified of the whole meet the parent's ordeal, seemed to fit in nicely, a perfect addition to the family. They hurried to hide the evidence of their foul habit when they heard Mrs. Holmes approach. "Oh Mikey! Greg is wonderful." She beamed at her elder son.
"Yes I know. Now will you please stop nagging?" He smiled at her.
"I'm your mother. It's what I'm supposed to do." She smiled. "And what about you Sherlock? When are you going to bring someone special home?"
"Next time I have chloroform." He said sarcastically.
"Just be sure he doesn't hit his head on the way down." She smiled as she went back into the house. When they were sure she was gone they brought out their cigarettes once again and took long soothing drags.
"It's you and John next." He said slyly as he put out his cigarette and returned to the house leaving Sherlock a choking and sputtering mess. Sherlock put out his own cigarette and hurried after his brother,
"John doesn't like me like that." Sherlock hissed.
"I recall a quote that goes something like this, 'He's in love with you. And you're in love with him. When he looks at you he sees the stars. And when you look at him you see the sun. But you both think the other is just looking at the ground.'" Mycroft said calmly.
"John?" Greg asked as he approached the brothers, clearly having heard Mycroft recite whatever that had been. Mycroft nodded with a smile.
"How does Gavin know?" Sherlock growled.
"Gregory, unlike you clearly are, is not blind. He sees the mutual attraction you two share for each other." Mycroft said haughtily.
"It's high time you two get your heads out of each other's asses and do something about it." Greg huffed. Sherlock felt a slight blush coloring his usually pale features. It was brought on by the thought that John might return his feelings of attraction.
"Do you want to use my phone to call him?" Mycroft asked as he produced his phone and offered it to Sherlock. The younger brother shook his head before producing his own phone. Sherlock slipped away from his family to talk to his blogger.
To: Jawn
John -SH
From: Jawn
Sherlock? Are you okay? Is something wrong? Did something happen? -John
John was clearly desperate for a reason to escape his family.
To: Jawn
Mycroft and Grant have brought my attention, through celestial metaphors that i did not fully understand, to the fact that you might return the attraction i feel towards you. -SH
From: Jawn
Wait what? -John
John asked clearly confused.
To: Jawn
Mycroft and Glen informed me that you might feel the same way about me as i do of you. -SH
From: Jawn
How do you feel? About...towards me? -John
To: Jawn
I am attracted to you physically and find your presence soothing. I occasionally feel possessive of you and therefore sabotaged your dates. I am protective of you and desire your happiness. -SH
Sherlock blushed furiously as the door he had hidden behind opened, revealing his brother and Gavin.
From: Jawn
I feel the same way. Well except i probably wouldn't sabotage your dates lol -John
To: Jawn
So now what happens? -SH
Sherlock slammed the door shut in their eavesdropping faces.
From: Jawn
We could start dating? When i get back. -John
To: Jawn
I'd like that. -SH
When he opened the door again, Mycroft and Garth were standing there, smiles on their faces.
"Took you two long enough." Greg chuckled.
"Did you need to eavesdrop?" Sherlock growled.
"No, but Gregory suggested it might be entertaining and anything is better than listening to mother rave about my choice in a man." Mycroft's smile soured.
"I quite liked it." Grady said frowning slightly.
"Don't worry; Mycroft is just the jealous type." Sherlock said brushing past them.
"Oh no little brother, as you stated, you are the jealous one." Mycroft purred as the three sat down at the table.
"Only when it comes to our goldfish." Sherlock said smirking at Mycroft who coughed before shooting a glare at his brother.