Author's Note: Oh, the feedback for last chapter was soooo good guys! Like brilliant. You guys really do flatter me way too much! I just… wow. If you're looking up at the review count you can see that we're mere reviews away from 600 already which means it's time for you guys to suggest another Mycroft POV chapter. About this chapter… Well, for those who follow me or Anthea on Tumblr, you would know that I wanted to give you guys a break from the big chapters I've been doing/planning with something light. I gave you guys 3 options based on who the guest characters would be. Tim was a close second but this one came from behind at the last second and won. Next chapter will be something bigger but this was just a quick little light one before we get into some more big chapters. I hope you like it! Read, review, and enjoy!

Disclaimer: Clearly I don't own Sherlock. The show is the baby of Steven Moffat and Mark Gatiss, while Sherlock Holmes itself is the creation of Arthur Conan Doyle.

The First Time Jamie met Mummy

Jamie and Anthea were on their way home from a fun girl's night out. They had met up with some of their high school friends who also lived in London or happened to be in town. The night consisted on drinks, catching up, and horrible, horrible karaoke. Having learnt their lesson years ago, Anthea and Jamie had both brought their purses out with them and were taking a taxi back to Anthea's flat. They were still feeling the high of the evening and laughing and smiling in the back of the cab.

"I cannot wait to take these heels off and get changed into something comfortable!" Anthea groaned as she stretched her legs out on top of Jamie's lap. "I live in fancy clothes!" Jamie patted Anthea's legs.

"Speaking of shoes, you still have my red heels." She lightly pinched Anthea's calf. Anthea pulled her legs back with a tiny shriek.

"What heels?" Anthea scrunched up her nose at Jamie.

"The red suede ones. I left them at yours last time I was done." Red suede heels… red suede heels.

"Oh! Those are the ones I wore to the meeting with the representative from Russia." Anthea sung as she recalled. Jamie blanched.

"What?" She asked. Anthea gave her a sheepish smile.

"It was a private joke to myself. Wearing red in front of Russians. Lame I know, Mycroft rolled his eyes and-"

"No, no, no!" Jamie waved her arms in front of her vigorously. "You have meetings with Russian people? What do you talk about?"

"Anyway, I think I left your shoes at Mycroft's." Anthea twirled her hair around her finger. Jamie's eyes widened further.

"You have clothes at Mycroft's, why do you have clothes at Mycroft's?" Her voice was reaching a higher pitch every sentence. Anthea shrugged.

"Just in case we work late I keep spare clothes in my room there."

"You have a room there!?" The girl yelled only to be hushed by the taxi driver. Anthea through her head back and laughed as Jamie sheepishly apologized. "Whatever, I don't want to understand what is even going on with your twisted working relationship, I just want my shoes back."

"We'd have to go to his house…"

"Why don't we?" Jamie shrugged. Anthea tilted her head as she regarded her best friend.

"He's very private and secretive…" Anthea mumbled, earning an eye roll from Jamie.

"Yeah, I know that but I've been to his place. It's not some secret place. It's a big house in clear view with a gate. I could drive myself if I wanted to." Jamie shrugged. Anthea looked at the back of the car seat in front of her and shrugged.

"Yeah, good point." This could be the alcohol talking… "If we're super quiet and careful we can probably slip into my room no problem."

"Driver!" Jamie yelped happily, tapping on the seat in front of her. "We have a new destination!"

Jamie tripped over the lip of Mycroft's front door and Anthea couldn't help but burst into a cackle.

"Ouch! Damn. Don't laugh you meanie!" Jamie spat, using the doorknob to support her on her way back to her face.

"Shh!" Anthea held a finger up to her lips as she, herself tried to stop laughing. "It's like one in the morning or something." Jamie waved her off and continued down the hallway, her shoes echoing on the floor. Which reminded Anthea that he own feet hurt… She slipped off her heels and carried them as she walked over to the light switch and turned on the hall lights. A part of her thought that perhaps turning the lights on when being sneaky wasn't a good idea, but her brain was acting at a good thirty seconds behind her body.

"You know, this place could be really beautiful if it wasn't so empty." Jamie mused out loud as she looked around the space.

"I know, right! That's what I always think!" Anthea agreed, rather loudly too. "Like with a couple pieces of antique furniture." A pause as she too almost tripped over her own feet. "You've seen his home office."

"Oh my God! His office is gorgeous!" Jamie stamped her foot and clenched her fists.

"I know, right!" Anthea agreed.

"Stupid creepy guy and his stupid practicality!" Jamie sniffed. "He could at least get a plant or something." Anthea shrugged and walked forward towards the main living space and the kitchen.

"Yeah, but who would look after them?" She sighed. "I'm not taking twenty minutes out of my day to come to his stupid empty house to water a single plant."

"And yet you're perfectly happy to come over at your own whim…" Anthea and Jamie froze. They blinked at each other once before, in unison, turning to face the living space.

Mycroft stood only mere metres away from the pair who looked like dears caught in headlights. Still dressed from the day, he had his arms folded across his chest and a single eyebrow raised in a quizzical but bemused manner. Anthea shrunk into herself a smiled timidly.

"Hello, sir." She giggled causing Mycroft's other eyebrow to raise and match the other. Jamie waved.

"Well hello, dear." A female voice caught the girls' attention. From the couch to figures placed their coffee cups down and walked towards them. Mr. and Mrs. Holmes, also still dressed because apparently nobody in their family knew what a normal sleep schedule was, came to stand by their son. Anthea's face dropped and she walked towards them.

"I didn't know you guys were in town too." She exclaimed, giving Mrs. Holmes a hug and then turning to give Mr. Holmes one. Her inebriated state was allowing her excitement to come through. Mycroft's lip curled faintly.

"We're just passing through on our way out of the country, dear." Mrs. Holmes answered. "It's so lovely we get to see you before we leave. I didn't think we'd get the chance." Anthea crinkled her nose as she smiled warmly and honestly at Violet Holmes.

"Um…" Jamie hummed. "Are these more dignitaries that I shouldn't know exist?" She pointed to the older couple and tilted her head at Mycroft. Mycroft closed his eyes and silently sighed.

"Miss Thompson, these are my parents."

"Oh!" Jamie ran over to them. "You're Alice's surrogate parents! I'm her surrogate sister!" She exclaimed as she took Violet's hands in her own. "She loves you!" Violet and Siger laughed in good humour at the whole situation."

"Jamie here is the best friend. You'd know her as the loud blonde I have to put up with occasionally." Mycroft mumbled. Jamie turned to him and stuck her tongue out.

"Your son, the younger one is adorable." Jamie said as she turned back to Mycroft's parents. "That one over there think's he runs the world. He looks after Alice though so he's alright I guess." She shrugged. "Either way, you somehow got a generally good person out of him." Again Violet chuckled.

"Thank you, darling, I think." She stroked Jamie down the arm. Her bright sky blue eyes turned to Anthea. "And its Alice, is it?" She asked.

"That's a lovely name. I knew your real name started with A." Siger smiled. Jamie blanched for the fiftieth time that evening. She turned to Anthea with a blank expression. Oh yeah, that's right. There was no pre-warning about the name thing. Whoops.

"They didn't even know your name?" Jamie gestured behind her wildly. "Who are you? What did you do with Alice?" She pointed to Mycroft. "Did he kill her? Did he replace you with a robot?" Mycroft rolled his steel eyes and Anthea burst into laughter.

"So the loud blonde…" Siger interrupted after one look at his son's face. "If my memory serves me right, that would be Mycroft talk for Alice's school friend?" Jamie grinned and nodded.

"Miss Clarke, what are you and Miss Thompson doing here?" Mycroft sighed, turning his attention to Anthea rather than Jamie.

"We came to get a pair of shoes…" Anthea winced as she said it. Mycroft's expression completely dropped.

"Really?" He sighed. She nodded. "This couldn't wait until morning because?"

"Jamie thought it was a good idea to come over while we were out… I thought it was a good idea too." Mycroft raised a hand to rub his forehead. He opened his mouth to utter a response when his mother interrupted him.

"Mycie, surely, you're not going to let the girls just get their belongings and leave. You can't let them go home in this state. What if something happened?" She asked.

"Mycie…" Jamie giggled under her breath, Anthea gave her a not so subtle shove.

"Of course, not, Mummy, I-"

"Mummy!" She giggled much louder. This time Anthea's shove almost knocked the blonde down over once more. "What? It's cute!" She huffed as she grabbed hold of Anthea's shoulder to balance herself.

"You girls should stay the night. You can leave tomorrow morning after breakfast." Violet smiled.

"Mummy…"

"Oh Mrs. Holmes, Mycroft wouldn't really like it if we stayed over." Anthea tucked her loose curls behind her ears.

"We insist, dear!"

"You do have a room here, apparently." Jamie rolled her hazel eyes. Mrs. Holmes seemed pleased by this revelation.

"Please dear, I'd love to have a meal with you before we leave the country for a month." Anthea and Mycroft looked at each other, the silent conversations that always took place between steel and chocolate. Mycroft pinched the bridge of his nose and Anthea pursed her lips and shrugged.

"I guess it's safer than going home." She sighed.

"I don't understand how this happened." Mycroft sighed. His father walked over and placed a firm hand on Mycroft's shoulder.

"This is what happens when you let your mother meet your friends, Myc."

"They're not my friends." Myc argued. "And I didn't let Mummy meet the blonde, Anthea let it in." Mr. Holmes chuckled.

"There's no use arguing semantics. They're people you interact with. To your mother they're friends."

When morning rolled around Mycroft disappeared off into his office for a quick moment of peace and solitude before dealing with the largest amount of house guests he'd ever had at one time. Mr. Holmes was sitting in the dining room already, having been banned from helping in the kitchen by his wife. Mrs. Holmes was supervising, and cooking bacon, while the girls did the rest. Anthea had been put in charge of toast, since she was the only one who knew how to operate Mycroft's toaster correctly, and Jamie was in charge of making the poached eggs. Mrs Holmes was coaching Jamie, the girl claiming she'd never done this correctly before.

As Anthea saw Mycroft enter and sit down at the kitchen bench she gave him a small smile and mouthed and apology. He rolled his eyes once more but she swore he was wearing half a smile, which was something.

"Good morning, Mycie." Mummy called over her shoulder.

"Morning Mummy, my dear."

"Hi, sir." Anthea grinned back.

"Miss Thompson."

"Mr. Holmes." Jamie mocked back. "Hey Einstein, do you want any eggs this morning?" She called out.

"No." Mycroft spoke in that ever present bored tone. Mrs. Holmes turned around on the drop of a dime.

"Mycroft! No, what?" Mycroft scowled before it was replaced with a sickeningly sweet fake smile,

"No thank you, Miss Monroe, I'm perfectly satisfied with toast this morning." Jamie cracked up laughing.

"Yeah," Anthea nodded. "Violet is the true leader of Britain. If she told Mycroft or I to make it so everyone wore ties all the time, we'd do it because she's a mother and has control like that."

"It's a mother's prerogative."

"So Jamie…" Violet sung in that very inquisitive tone of hers that Anthea was extremely useful. Mycroft, from the head of the dining table closed his eyes and braced himself for the questions that were about to be asked. "If you're Alice's best friend you two must make an effort to visit each other a lot." Jamie nodded as she covered her mouth to finish her current mouthful of food. Anthea and Mycroft shared a look. Mr. Holmes smirked to himself.

"Yeah, yeah." She nodded. "Um… I come to her more than she comes to me. You know, London's more fun and your son keeps her busy." She went to cut off another piece of her toast but Anthea knew the girl wouldn't get a chance to eat it before the next question. Perhaps it was some form of karmic payback for talking so much.

"In that case, how many times have you and Mycie met?"

"In person?" Jamie tilted her head. She then looked over at Mycroft. "Last night makes the fifth time I think… but we've talked on the phone at least ten times." She quirked an eyebrow at Mycroft. The man nodded.

"Exactly ten." He agreed. Anthea lowered her knife and fork.

"Ten times?" She asked. "I didn't even give either of you the other one's number. You really do play the 'check up on Alice' brigade, don't you?"

"That's family for you, dear." Mrs. Holmes smiled warmly at Anthea. Mycroft tried not to scowl at his mother's response. "Well then, Jamie." She continued. "I know Alice is single, what about you?" Mycroft placed his knife and fork completely down, Anthea tucked her hair behind her ear, and Jamie smiled.

"I'm not married if you're asking, but I'm doing better than Alice. Miss hasn't had a boyfriend since the lawyer." Anthea narrowed her eyes at Jamie, the girl just looked smugger in response. "I keep telling her not to sit around and waste away waiting for Mr. Right just to whisk her off her feet." Anthea began rubbing her forehead.

"I wouldn't worry if I were either of you girls." Mrs Holmes spoke as she cut her egg open. "It's like I always say to my boys, the smart and beautiful ones don't stay available forever." Mycroft looked to the side of the room and shook his head. One look at his son and the P.A. and Mr. Holmes decided to change the subject.

"So Jamie, I don't suppose you've ever gotten a chance to play a bored game with one of my son's?" Jamie, finally getting some toast into her mouth, shook her head. "Good, don't." He smiled. Anthea laughed.

"That bad, huh?" She asked. Anthea beamed at Mr. Holmes.

"You don't even have a chance. No kidding, there's no point even playing. Not to mention the genius' play viscously."

"You're pretty cunning, Ali." Jamie tilted her head. "You made my brother cry once in Battle Ship."

"Your brother deserved it!" Anthea pointed her fork at Jamie.

"If Alice made him cry, I'm certain he deserved it." Mycroft interjected for the first time all breakfast. Anthea smiled slyly at him and nodded.

"My wife alone is enough to reduce you to tears." Siger laughed.

"You all deserve it too, don't they, dear?" Mrs. Holmes asked Anthea. Anthea nodded.

"Mycroft gets what's coming to him."

"After I defended you, Miss Clarke, I'm absolutely shocked…" Anthea crinkled her nose as she smiled at Mycroft's false offence.

Author's Note: Mycroft is not fond of that particular combination of people, haha. Anyway, what did you think? Did you like it? I hope it was alright for you, I love you guys. Guest reviewer thanking time! Thanks to Corrine, Britta, Guest, Wheezzy8, vicarwithableedingface (since you didn't log on), Wink, Anon, and JohnsStethoscope. And thank you to everyone who reviews and reads, you all know how much I adore you all – I share that sentiment pretty well.

600 Reviews Coming Up: New Myc chapter in that case. I mean, I could do another special one shot of some sort that spins off from this, but last chapter a lot of you expressed interest in seeing that one in a Myc POV some time. So please let me know what chapter you want in his POV for the 600 special. I'll be keeping track and taking votes here as well as on Tumblr and twitter so let me know!