Changes - Part 3 (Mycroft x Reader)

Sherlock had finally changed positions from experimenting in the kitchen to sitting in his chair, his chin resting on his hands. He was looking you over, he knew something was wrong but he couldn’t tell what. Even in your strangely exasperated state, you weren’t letting Sherlock read you. You rubbed your temples and then proceeded to pick your grocery bags up and head to the kitchen; John followed.

“(S/N), what happened?” John asked worriedly.

You opened the fridge to put the milk away, ignoring the various collections of body parts that Sherlock had floating around in there.

“I uh… Ran into Sherlock’s brother,” you replied, still wandering around the kitchen putting away the items you had purchased.

Sherlock was now standing in the kitchen doorway.

“You met Mycroft?” John asked. “So by ‘ran into,’ you mean he abducted you?”

You nodded.

“Did you accept?” Sherlock asked.

You looked up at Sherlock, “Accept what?”

Sherlock rolled his eyes, “The money, obviously.”

“He offered to pay you to spy on Sherlock, didn’t he?” John asked. “He did the same to me when I first met Sherlock.”

Once you had finished putting away the few groceries you bought, you wadded up the bags and threw them into the bin. You walked over to the stove and started a kettle for water; you were still going to make your special tea. Once you had put the kettle on, you turned back around to look at Sherlock.

“No, I didn’t take it.”

Once he got the answer he wanted, Sherlock gave a slight nod and went back into the living room. He threw himself onto the couch like he normally did and stared at the ceiling.

John walked closer to you, pushing one of your loose, blonde curls behind your ear before placing his hands on your shoulders and giving you a reassuring smile.

“Mycroft acts intimidating, but he isn’t quite as bad as he thinks he is. Just let us know if he bothers you anymore, okay?”

You smiled back at John, wrapping your arms around his waist in a hug.

“Thanks J, but I can handle him.”

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Days passed and all Sherlock did was lie on the couch. You could barely get him off of it when you wanted to go to sleep, so occasionally you just curled up and slept in John’s chair. It had been a couple weeks since he had a case, so he had become extremely bored. Luckily, your presence kept him from shooting the walls which made Mrs. Hudson very happy.

You had just finished making a batch of your special tea, bringing a mug to both John and Sherlock, when you sat down in Sherlock’s chair with your own mug. You and John chatted about random things when Sherlock suddenly shot up and grabbed his coat.

“I’ve been summoned by Lestrade. John and (S/N), let’s go.”

John let out a relieved sigh, finally something to do. He got up and slipped his coat on only to look back at you and see that you hadn’t moved.

“Are you coming, sis?”

You smiled at John and slowly shook your head.

“No, I think I’ll stay here. I can finally be alone for a little while,” you chuckled.

Sherlock was already out the door, but John ran back to you to quickly place a kiss on your cheek before waving a goodbye to you and running down the stairs to catch up with Sherlock. You got up and looked out the window to watch as John climbed into the cab beside Sherlock. The cab drove off and you let out a sigh. Finally. Some peace and quiet. You loved your brother and you loved Sherlock, but spending weeks at a time in the flat with them not going anywhere got annoying. You walked into the kitchen to refill your tea mug when your mobile buzzed. You set your mug down to pull it out of your pocket.

“Let’s get coffee. –MH.”

You raised an eyebrow. Mycroft again? It had been weeks since you first met him when he abducted you. You had refused his offer, so why did he want to meet with you again? So many unanswered questions, but you decided to go anyway. You didn’t reply to his text, but instead slipped on your coat and shoes and out the door you went.

You walked to the coffee shop and went inside. You scanned the shop when you saw Mycroft sitting at the same table you had met John at when you first came back. He was waiting with his elbows on the table, fingers interlaced, and his chin resting on top; 2 cups of coffee already waiting on the table. You approached and took a seat, looking down at the cup waiting for you.

“Is this-“

“Black, 5 sugars and 2 spoonfuls of milk.”

Wow.

“How did you know?” you asked suspiciously.

“When I said I was exceedingly more intelligent than my brother, I wasn’t lying,” he replied as his picked up his cup and sipped at his hot coffee.

You mimicked him, picking up your own cup and taking a slow drink of the hot coffee.

“So why am I here this time?” you asked as you sat the cup back down on the table and looked him over. This time he was wearing a black suit with a red tie. The same umbrella as before was perched on the floor beside him. Did he always dress so formally? Who even was this guy?

“I need help with a case.”

“Why don’t you ask Sherlock?”

“My brother and I don’t exactly get along.”

You had to hold back from bursting out with laughter, “Well I don’t think I would get along very well with John if he tried to pay people to spy on me.”

Mycroft rolled his eyes at you, his expression becoming more serious.

“I worry about him; I have to keep tabs on him somehow.”

You gave him a confused look, could he not just visit like a normal sibling?

“Who even are you?”

Mycroft shifted in his seat, “I hold a minor position in the British government.”

Your mobile buzzed and you looked down at it quickly.

“Case turned out to be rubbish, where are you? –JW.”

You typed back quickly, “That’s too bad. I’m just out getting coffee, be home soon. –(F/I)W.”

“Look,” you started. “I don’t really understand why someone from the British government would need my help with a case.”

Mycroft sighed, he was obviously annoyed. You picked up your coffee cup and started to drink the remainder of the coffee.

“Will you assist me or not, (L/N) Watson?”

You sat the cup back down on the table and stood up.

“My apologies, Mr. Holmes, but I must be getting home now,” you said. Turning around and smirking to yourself. You were out the door and on your way back to the flat before he could say anything else.