Yawn

Why am I so boring

Why am I so bored

Is it me or are we all boring as fuck

I can do advanced mathematical analysis - bored

Make a cool melody - bored

If only I could draw maybe then I would still be bored

Maybe if I had more friends we could be bored together

What if I jumped out the window now that’s even more boring

What excites you, bores me

Finally a moment where I didn’t feel bored

Pompous condescension is the key

How boring to be pretentious

How boring to not see the Essence of the other

You want a medal for being human you boring human being

What a boring essence but in fairness my essence is even more boring

I’d like to surprise myself one day I hope the feeling last but not so long it becomes boring

Cursed to just a taste how boring

I’m bored by the ephemeral

A moment or a taste is better than nothing but it’s worse than something

Too much of a good thing is an actual valid phrase - fuck that can you get any more boring - overdose that’s actually more boring - no self control what a yawn

Bro 1 - I’m going to compliment you on this thing you do but would normally insult others when they do it.

Wife 2 - what?

Bro 1 - calling my brother your boyfriend still, you’ve been married 12 years, but you still call each other nombres de novios, I guess it’s because you’ve been together since high school that it feels romantic or nostalgic, when other people do it, it feels forced or fake or campy in the worst way, like if I did that with my wife it would be so awkward and it would feel like we are too old to be saying boyfriend and girlfriend, when you do it its endearing

Wife 2 - - you’re a pretentious prick you know that?

Bro 1 - what?

Wife 2 -  why do you have to start everything with this defensive pre-take, so I don’t think you’re up to some maniacal side scheme when you talk to me…your dad does the same thing

Bro 1 - that makes sense then doesn’t it?

Wife 2 -  give me the agency to take the message as is without all your political spin beforehand okay, I can decide to trust your sincerity or not, okay, like you said 12 years and I’ve known you just as long, who started this preemptive strike move, who started this annoying trait in your clan I be-

Bro 1 - or maybe it’s a mitochondrial Eve thing

Wife 2 - - I’m going with Adam but with your mom you’d never know…

Bro 2 – have yall seen the kids? what are yall doing?

Bro 1 - I was just telling your wife how much I admire your relationship, its someth-

Bro 2 –ya ya we’re one happy family

Wife 2 - - why do you have to be like that you know you love me ´´she makes a kissy face at her husband``

Bro 2 – ya of course I do, anyways have you seen the kids…we were playing hide and seek but I think they outsmarted me and left me high and dry

Wife 2 - - sounds about right, they have pulled the same trick on me a couple times lately, when I found them they were playing some imaginary game where they could all be whatever character they wanted, the trick made sense to me…they just wanted to be free for a moment, I get that

Bro 2 – I get that too but for now we got three kids on the loose cause they wanted to be free and who knows where their little imaginations took them

Bro 1 - I’ll help you find them

Wife 2 - - I’ll bet they are okay and just about now have established the rules of their hide n seek oasis, leave them alone till they come for us

Bro 2 – we will keep up the theme of hide n seek, they won’t know we found them, like when they were toddlers, remember?

Wife 2 - - whatever you say

Bro 1 - well let’s just go find them to not find them okay

Bro 2 – so, what were you talking about the first Adam or what?

Wife 2 - - look at you always listening in

Bro 2 – it’s not listening in if you were just trying to be a good father, I was gonna not find them before you mentioned it, but I wasn’t going to make a big deal about it

Wife 2 - - we’ve heard this before, you are first. and you are the best father, we know

Bro 2 – I don’t even want to know our first Adam if it’s what connects me to your family

Bro 1 - what do you mean?

Wife 2 - - don’t encourage him

Bro 2 – her family’s all degenerates, whoever connects me to her family can be nothing less than a miscreant of the highest order

Wife 2 - - well who knows how far back you had to go to connect us but one day you’ll be the first Adam for someone having this same fucked up conversation and you’ll be the degenerate connecting someone to my family line

Bro 1 - I don’t think that’s how the Adam and Eve thing works

Bro 2 – tell her bro

Wife 2 - - here we go I know yall are going to gang up on me like always, you can never talk to two brothers, you know we were having a nice conversation before this pea brain arrived

Bro 1 - ya sorry about that but this is why I have to do the preemptive strike, I didn’t say you were wrong on the Adam and Eve thing because we are brothers, it was just because you were wrong about the Adam and Eve thing, when it comes to divorce I’m ride or die, until then I’m switching sides like some shit hamburgers, just one flip, okay guys, one flip!

Bro 2 – do you realize no one can take you seriously when you get mad about the points you are trying to make

Bro 1 - Exactly. there’s no teams out here, and I stand by my passion for proper burger cooking procedure

Wife 2 - - so, father of the year went and found the kids huh

Bro 2 – no teams remember, I’m going to let them come to us

Wife 2 - - I’m not going to make a big deal of this moment, so it happens again

Bro 2 – well you’ve gloated a bit much and I’ll be sure it doesn’t

Bro 1 - Now that I think about it even though you were wrong about the Adam and Eve thing in one way like, wouldn’t your family be connected to you as the first eve and my bro would connect our family as the first Adam to connect whatever future person was talking about this? so the degenerate still would be you and not my bro, got to defend the bros, there are teams never forget that

Wife 2 - - you a real bitch you know that

Bro 1 - ya a pretty one though, but you were right though like one day we could all be the first Adams and Eves depending on how humans evolve, maybe you’ll both be a side branch because you don’t have the most advance genome like I do or maybe your daughter won’t have babies and my daughter going to have so many…just for the sake of being that mitochondrial Eve

Bro 2 – still sounds kind of weird to be talking about this but our daughter can do whatever she wants

Bro 1 - come on she’s not here you can say what you really think

Wife 2 - - I will fight you if you try to talk shit about my daughters - you still don’t even have kids so shut up about all this

Wife 1 - have yall seen the kids?

Pt 2

Wife 2 - - they went with your parents for ice cream and to run around some park or something

Bro 1 - what?? this whole time we are worried about finding the kids and you know they aren’t even here

Wife 2 - - were you really that worried you haven’t even left this room

Bro 2 – I wish I was surprised

Wife 2 - - me too

Wife 1 - what are yall talking about?

Wife 2 - - see not eavesdropping

Bro 2 – ok ok

Bro 1 - we are talking about how as humans grow and evolve the most common ancestor can change over time, if their lineage, male or female are not fulfilled

Wife 1 - so, it’s not all our ancestor’s faults?

Bro 1 - exactly at some point the chain breaks and a new order becomes the way forward there’s no telling why that happens but why can’t it be us

Wife 1 -  I think it is you honey

Bro 1 - , I think it’s you

Bro 2 – okay enough of that so we know the kids are okay and we know our lives our up to us and evolutionary biology might explain past actions, but they don’t excuse current behaviors, like lying to your husband

Wife 1 - so, what explains why my husband is going to break the chains and become a new Adam

Bro 2 – well between the two of us I’m definitely more likely to become the new Adam and that’s because he’s a fatalist and I take the bull down bare handed and cup the balls

Wife 1 -  wouldn’t a fatalist be just as likely to be the new Adam as a ball grabber? And my husband could grab the bulls balls if he wanted too…

Bro 1 - thanks runt

Bro 2 – fatalism does not allow for greatness like someone who understands we only have today, but we can still invest in tomorrow with our actions now, we have children to show them a better world, we hop-

Bro 1 - anyways fatalism isn’t even what I or we believe so who cares about your PMA mindset

Wife 1 - yes that’s not what I would say I believe in but I still think fatalism doesn’t limit greatness from its ideology, any ideology is an excuse to do as you please through an aesthetic lens that pleases you, any fatalist would accept the life that comes to them, whether that’s a revolutionary, a chef, a thief, or a beggar, fatalism allows the gamer to choose their player like any ideology

Bro 2 – but it doesn’t encourage you to change your circumstances for the better, it doesn’t encourage for societal improvement

Wife 1 -  it encourages you to accept life as you take it…so if you are a butcher and the thieves gun jams you shouldn’t give him a chop as a fatalist? you should just accept life as it is and let him fix the jam repoint the gun and rob and kill you? no the fatalist would do what they could with the opportunity like anyone else

Bro 2 – well what does it matter it’s not what you believe…so what do you believe, and you too for that matter?

Wife 1 -  I believe ideology is divine and mortal, an excuse to feel anguish and joy, absurd but maybe necessary in some abstract way for framing

Bro 1 - ideology for me is a distraction from living, ideology is just another word for worrying, fall way from your religious pedantry, rituals are as sinful as gluttony, come into the light free from literal frames and find the abstract frame floating in the abyss guiding your you, there’s nothing to hold onto there so breathe in then hold then out and move on to the material world around you

Bro 2 – I like what she said better

Wife 2 - - why do you guys even like to think about this stuff

Wife 1 -  you basically are saying what we are saying but way cooler

Bro 2 – don’t encourage her

washed up
burnt out
fading slowly
no room
for doubt
where do we go from here
where do we go when we finally get there
where do we go
where do we go
where do we go from here
where do we go when we finally get there
catch me slipping
wishing for better days
aint been high in months
still stuck in a haze
where do we go
where do we go from here
where do we go
where do we go when we finally get there
finally get there
keep on running into newer worlds
where do we go from here
we cant escape
we cant escape
cant shake this feeling
wonder why
wonder how
time is now
hold on to something
hold on to someone
where do we go from here
where do we go when they finally get here
i dont know
i guess ill stay here
i guess ill stay here til my mind feels clear

dont wait, ill keep you waiting

just need a little love when im faded

she cries, asks if this is all shes good for

i reply, im sorry i cant get you more

dont wait and ask for my permission

cause i dont really like to ask permission

epater les bourgeois , shock em

teach em how to rob, rob em

we dont know who we are

struggle just to get far

look back with nostalgia 

no roid rage love sosa

forget drama and bullshit

what you gonna do with

all this freedom still act clueless

i dont know what we could be

if only we could see past today

sick of all these new false prophecies 

apostasy out claiming the truth

dont know what to believe so i hang onto you

feel like td jakes been up for two days straight tripping peyote 

with my fifth eye open, feel like young kodak, im just needed something

 just tryna go back to when i needed nothing,we can never go back

feeling out my hands and my hand on the wheel

gripping on your hand hard to tell whats real

dont wait

illl keep you waiting

no light

feeling dark and weighted

no soul

just a hole where it caved in

just need

a little love when im faded

i spent 50k down in mexico city

got a spot in condesa, fresa tell me im pretty

you already know, say that she can come with me

madboy land on her body that aint prada or fendi

she aint with no violence but she cop the machete

she really blew my mind said relleno con sesos

riding down the eje, uber color huesos

tuetano got me zooted or maybe thats the weedsmoke

wonder where my brain go say i never listen

dimensions where im ascending to a higher plane

lost the weight of ego can barely hear my name

how we coming back to the banal

she say shut up bitch change the channel 

Fuck memes and placation
I Need some real conversation
Fuck the streets and demonstrations
Been there felt like time wasting
Need some real legislation
Need to soul craft, need to combat opprayssion
Always a risk, contract power you hating
Rather be dead than afraid MLK
Claim innocence thats a crime get it straight
Screamin James Baldwin right out the gate
Screaming Jay Hawkins determined our fate
We all under a spell no genjutsu can break
Maybe it’s balance we need
Playing candy crush soaking in Adolph Reed
Getting crucified for my beliefs
We all wanna rush, criticize those who at ease
Say they ain’t do enough, I just need to do less
Complacency is still a threat
Work smarter not harder the gest
See past the headlines go straight for the chest
Never gonna hold my breathe
Never gonna hold my tongue
Each generation so young
Don’t know no better til the damage is done
Going to war with some grace
The risk of love is to hate

four horsemen stormed in i tried to warn em
false gods aint reform this the new corinth
adorned in course leather forged in moria
hide of moloch took no pleasure killed the sorcerer
crusader no better than the forfeiter 
still searching for the source code to glory
still searching for the meaning of my story
found motivation love and connection
pride still got me 2nd 3rd guessing
wonder if theres real estate right outside the pearly gates
trying get my story straight fore i put my life at stake
floating thru a dreamstate surfin on the astral plane
never felt more lucid than on acid and forgot my name
this the kind of passion making pancakes of the fallen man
pavarotti weeping from the beauty singing sonograms
take command make a stand

lucky luciano served our country what do i know
amlo talking sweet to el chapo mom
wasted youth rewatching royal tenebaums
where have the hours gone looking for revival
land of the free for the cats not fievel
steady with the rifle when it comes down to survival
rather learn recipes like how to make a trifle
rifle thru my pockets tryna break the cycle
accumulating wealth turned americans psycho
jagannath in puri punished me with sick vitals
dont tolerate disrepect or question the title
why the timeless got to be so petty
ive pissed on graves just beggin em to test me
here i go again never learn my lesson
provokin truth outta doubt peek thru dimensions
wanna feel at peace but im not beggin

kira with the death note simply slaying with the pen

find clarity then lose it think its ego number ten

baptism to rebrand all my sins are forgiven

wash my hands and take command its the young evangelion

find myself in the abyss need some limits to make a difference

sweetboy i insist cant be timid with my wishes

lift the veil to free your mind stake a claim when you find the void

 searching for my soul pulled in dual directions like du bois

ask me theres no choice, went silent to find my voice

auto pilot lizard leaders rejoice while they exploit

workers who have the power too scared to use the leverage 

fighting for some water in illusionary deserts

genjetsu on the peasants break free to find the present

cant be out here acting stupid makin rash decision

be still to think it though shikamaru plotting different 

believe it believe it believe it believe it 

plead to yamantaka kill my ego get it done

now im having second thoughts slip n sliding on the run

wanna see a better world

dont want to see it go kerplunk

still cant do waka flaka 

still eat filet mignon 

used to pop n lock for fun

primo popping locks for funds

extend my hand out til its numb

dont hear no thanks cat got your tongue 

learned i cant really help no one that dont wanna help themselves

better eat it fore it melts 

need a new deal roosevelt

nice

look at all this ice

is it real is it fake dont think twice

praying am i gonna make it on the mic

false prophets talking shit for a price

your pure gold an dont know how to tell you how

slurring all these words faded metal in my mouth 

hinata loved naruto needed tragedy to find the strength

living life absurd diogenes pushed it to the brink

we can find a way to be free 

we living

we can find a way to be free

you didnt

we can find a way to be free 

with limits

i want to puke

i want to fight

myself all night

who knows wholl win

im a whole man

with holes punched

through skin

3 pronged and thin

professional wimp

dont skimp on the shrimp

dont lend out my hand

choke on my brand

cant say it twice

flicker of light

its here then its gone

or its all for the wrong

its all for the show

fake arrogance knows

real confidence weeps

how am i not myself

Shall we please go back? Let’s pretend that nothing ever happened and return to the days before we fuck each other up. When we were talking like we’re friends, even though we secretly fell for one another. Or even further behind. Let’s go back to the day we first met and redo our whole relationship. I just want the suffering to end and so do you.

ninalocespotato

Greater Forces Than Loneliness

Characters: Mycroft Holmes x reader

Summary: In the light of the next day, Mycroft’s fears return, but will he be brave and make the right choices, or will he hide behind his mask of logic and linger in his lonely existence?

Word Count: 2918 words

A/N: Okay, so I know it’s been a bit of a wait, BUT here is the FINAL part of the series. I hope it lives up to expectations!

Greater Forces Masterlist.

His sleep was troubled by unnerving dreams. The face of the governor as he raised the gun morphed into yours, and the gunshot rang out before he could do anything. Waking with a start, Mycroft felt a sense of disorientation and it took him a moment to realise where he was. Memories of the previous night washed over him as he caught the scent of your shampoo on the pillow beside him. You had been right here with him. You had seen him at his worst, had taken care of him like he was a fragile and precious thing, but it appeared that you had left.

That made sense. Once you had seen him in such a state, obviously your feelings for him would have changed. He had been incapable of even changing into his own night clothes for gods’ sake. It had been a mistake to let you stay, to allow himself to believe that you could somehow belong to one another.

Silently getting up from his bed, he turned down the covers and made his way to the bathroom to shower. As the warm water washed over him, he planned his outfit for the day. He needed something that would make him feel confident, it was going to be a difficult day. The blue one, navy. Mentally he picked out his tie and waistcoat, feeling happy about his choice as he exited the bathroom, ready to put on his armor.

He would meet his brother and his parents at his office, which seemed the most secure place, would be best for the inevitable scene mummy would create. Buttoning up his jacket as he descended the stairs, he caught the whiff of freshly made toast and coffee. Frowning slightly, he approached the kitchen, it was too early for Magda to be here, and she rarely prepared him breakfast. Perhaps one of the police officers had entered his home in search of sustenance after a long night of standing guard unnecessarily. Ah, that would be another thing to add to the list of tasks today, a conversation with Lestrade.

“Good morning, darling. I didn’t butter the toast in case you preferred jam.” You were stood in his kitchen, in a set of his pajamas, smiling at him as if this were a totally normal course of events. For a moment, his brain froze, as if taking a picture for future daydreams, ones where he could wake up to this each morning.

“I do not have time for this.” He heard himself say, his voice clipped and carrying a hint of irritation. Your smile had at once faltered, and his heart ached, longing to take back his comment and instead thank you for your thoughtfulness.

“I am sure Anthea could- “

“I have work to attend to. Yesterday was entirely wasted and there are matters which require my urgent attention. I cannot stand here playing house in whatever delusion you have concocted since your arrival.” He snarled while his inner monologue screamed at him to shut up! It seemed like all his frustrations, all his fears about what he would face today were focused on you. How could you possibly love him? He was thoughtless and cruel and an idiot, hardly the man someone like you deserved.

“Right. Well, if you can hold on just a second, I can pour your coffee into a travel mug and- “

“I do not need, nor want, your coffee. Your presence here is no longer required, and I never intended to give you the impression that it ever has been. Your feelings for me are unwarranted and unwanted. All hearts are broken. All lives end. Caring is not an advantage. Sentiment is a weakness, and the sooner you understand that the better.” His voice was void of all emotion, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t a swirling vortex within him. Although he didn’t directly look at you, he was aware of your reaction to his words, the stuttered breathing as you fought back tears.

As he turned and swept away, Mycroft reminded himself that it had to be this way, that the only reason you had been in danger yesterday was because of him. You deserved more, and he was incapable of giving you anything. This was for the best. The pain would fade, and the emotional scars heal. You would find someone much more suitable, someone who merited your love.

Needless to say, you didn’t stay long after your brief interaction with Mycroft. The burn of humiliation and shame created a warmth in you which made you forgo taking a jacket when you made your way to meet John.

Not wishing to cross paths with the elder Holmes brother, you had messaged John upon your arrival, asking him to meet you in the café below. Taking a seat towards the back, you indulged in a rather large slice of cake and tried not to get too caught up in your own thoughts. He had said he was aware of your feelings for him, did that mean he had always known and chose to ignore it, or was this a recent revelation?

“Hi.” John said brightly as he sat opposite you, despite looking like hell.

“So, Greg says you lot had a bit of a shit day yesterday. Want to talk about it? Or is that a subject we’re going to avoid?” You said with a soft smile of understanding. Whatever had happened, you did not want to push any of them into reliving it until they were ready.

“Yeah, between Sherlock almost shooting Mycroft, then himself, and then me being chained to the bottom of a well, it wasn’t the greatest day. How about you? How was your day?” He chuckled at the look of shock on your face.

“Well, certainly not as eventful as yours. I mooched around the flat and then Greg called me in to go check on Mycroft.” You gave him a wry smile before turning your attention back to your cake.

“You know about the phone call then?” John asked softly, not seeing how the topic wouldn’t have been raised.

“Ah, so you and Mycroft were there for that.” Your shoulders slumped, that made sense. How could he continue to ignore your feelings when his brother and John were aware of them too?

“He was in bits when he thought you were in danger. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him that way.”

“What do you mean?” Your eyes met your friends, and you tilted your head a little, curious.

John spent the next few hours filling you in on every detail of the previous day. It seemed surreal, and your heart ached for Mycroft as each piece of the puzzle fell into place. The burden he had been carrying for so long, the loneliness, the reasons for isolating himself.

“Where is Sherlock now?” You asked, even though both of you knew your real question was ‘where is Mycroft’.

“Diogenes facing the parents.” John smirked, knowing that would be a very interesting conversation.

“Right. Well, I’m..”

“Go. He’s going to need you.”

Sitting behind his desk, Mycroft realised he had always considered this office to be a safe space. Sitting in this chair, no matter who came through the door, he was the one with the power. Now, as his mother stood over the solid wooden barrier between them, he was not so certain that was the case. He knew he was a disappointment, that he had hurt everyone in this room, but he had only been trying to keep them safe.

“Alive?! For all these years?” the shock in his mother’s voice was like nails being dragged down a chalk board. “How is that even possible?!”

Mycroft suddenly felt like a small child caught with his hand in the biscuit tin and then lying about it. His father had sunk into a chair at the news of his sister, his face in his hands as he attempted to process everything. Mycroft glanced over at his brother, who was leaning against the wall by the office door, with his arms folded across his chest, head down and avoiding all eye-contact.

“What Uncle Rudy began…” he hesitated slightly, lowering his gaze as he anticipated the flash of anger and disappointment his next words were about to elicit. “…I thought it best to continue.”

“I’m not asking how you did it, idiot boy, I’m asking how could you?” His mother spat, and her words cut through him like a thousand razor blades. How could he? How could she not know his reasoning behind his actions?

“I was trying to be kind.” Raising his eyes to hers apprehensively, he remembered all of the times she had told him it was his duty to take care of his younger siblings, all the times he had ensured Sherlock’s safety, all the times he had tried to understand his sister.

“Kind?!” she gasped, as if that one word was a bullet in her chest. “Kind? You told us that our daughter was dead.”

The image of Eurus flashed into his mind, blood splattered, and blank faced. “Better that than tell you what she had become. I’m sorry.” Apologies did not come easily to Mycroft, and he was not entirely certain what he was apologizing for. Was it for his part in the deception? Was it for being unable to save his little sister?

His father got to his feet and loomed over the table; hands pressed firmly against the wood as he stared his eldest son down. “Whatever she became, whatever she is now, Mycroft … she remains our daughter.”

“And my sister.” Mycroft reminded them; it wasn’t that they had the monopoly on hurt in this matter.

“Then you should have done better.” His mother’s words hung in the air, and he felt as if he had been punched in the stomach. He should have done better? How? Everything he did, he did for this family. Every rung he had climbed was to put him in a position to ensure their safety, even from his own sister.

“He did his best.” Sherlock said quietly, understanding the guilt which laid on his brother’s shoulders.

“Then he’s very limited.” She stated with such distain that Mycroft looked towards his brother, unable to meet his parents’ eyes, knowing the look of complete disappointment and potential hatred there.

“Where is she?” His father’s voice brought him out of his thoughts, and he reminded himself that this was his office, that he was a powerful man and if he could view this as a business meeting then he could get through it without breaking. He refused to let them see him as weak in addition to being an ‘idiot boy’.

“Back in Sherringford; secure, this time.” He looked up at his father, his face stony. “People have died. Without doubt she will kill again if she has the opportunity. There’s no possibility she’ll ever be able to leave.”

Mr. Holmes leaned closer to his son, matching his glare. “When can we see her?” He asked firmly.

“There’s no point.” Mycroft practically sighed. Why could they not see that what was left of their daughter had disappeared a long time ago?

“How dare you say that?” His mother’s voice was shaky, and he knew if he looked at her, he would see tears in her eyes.

“She won’t talk. She won’t communicate with anyone in any way. She has passed beyond our view. There are no words that can reach her now.” Mycroft said firmly, closing his eyes and willing himself to stay strong. They did not need to see Eurus like she was now, better they remember her as the little girl she had been.

“Sherlock. Well? You were always the grown-up. What do we do now?” His mother turned to her youngest son, searching for some answers.

“Perhaps, you should start by acting like parents?” Your voice cut through the silence and Mycroft’s eyes sprang open, darting to the doorway where you stood just behind his brother.

“I beg your pardon?” His mother bristled at the intrusion.

“No need to beg, I understand that you have had quite the shock and so I will give my pardon freely.” You smiled sweetly, but there was a coolness in your eyes. “None of your children are ‘limited’. One uses their talents to torture and kill people, one to solve crimes and the third to take care of their family. Whatever happened when they were children has left all of them traumatized, so I guess I am just wondering why you would choose to feed into that? Whatever Mycroft has, or has not done, he did based on the information he had at the time, and I can guarantee that decision was not easy or taken lightly. It may not have been what you would have chosen, but the outcome would have been the same.”

“I don’t know who you think you are…”

“I am the person who is going to deliver a few home truths, because it is apparently clear nobody else has. Your sons were nearly killed yesterday, by your daughter. She tried to force Sherlock to shoot Mycroft, did you know that? Mycroft was going to sacrifice himself rather than let his little brother lose his best friend. The only reason that didn’t happen was because Sherlock then turned the gun on himself. Can you imagine, for just one moment, going through that? Witnessing Eurus shoot people and drop people into the sea while tied to a chair? The mental and physical torture your sons went through yesterday, and here you are, berating Mycroft for trying to keep his brother safe? Is that not what you have instilled in him? That he is responsible for Sherlock?” You looked between Mycroft’s parents with a raised brow.

“I- we…” Mrs. Holmes stuttered, completely taken aback by this person she had never met defending her son so vehemently.

“I understand you have had a shock, that the news that your daughter is alive is huge, and that you need to regroup and figure out what to do next, but please do not take your anger out on your son. He does not deserve that.”

“She is right.” Sherlock chimed in, standing up straight and placing his hands behind his back. “We do need to regroup and work out our next steps. May I suggest we all take some time and meet again for dinner?”  

Once the Holmes family had exited the office, you turned your attention towards Mycroft, a little apprehensive. You had meant every word, but realised that, perhaps, confronting his parents was not the way to endear yourself to him.

“I’m sorry if my little outburst has caused more problems than it solved.” You smile sheepishly as he moves from behind his desk. “But at least they can focus their anger at me instead of you.”

“I don’t want them to focus their anger on you, my dear. I would rather like my parents to adore you, it would make family gatherings far less awkward.” He leaned against his desk with a sigh, his fingers gripping the edges as he tried to keep control of his emotions.

“So,” you began, moving to lean on the desk beside Mycroft, your head inclined ever so slightly as you looked up at him, “were you ever going to tell me that you almost died? Or were you protecting me from that?”

A look of guilt washed over his face as he avoided eye-contact, and you couldn’t help but smile softly.

“I meant it, you know. You are a remarkable man. True, you can be a stubborn arse, but you’re far from limited.”

His hand rested on top of yours on the desk, and you leaned to rest your head against his shoulder. “I am sorry about this morning.” He sighed, closing his eyes and savoring the contact of your skin against his.

“Just don’t go making a habit of it. You get a pass on this morning because of the near death thing, and the having to explain things to your parents, but next time I make us breakfast you will sit with me to eat it.”

“Next time?” he raised a questioning eyebrow, his heart racing at the implication that there would be a next time.

“Oh yes. You don’t get rid of me that easily, Mycroft Holmes. I love you, which means, even though you don’t feel the same way about me, you’re kind of stuck with me.”

“What do you mean I don’t feel the same way?” True, he had told you that your feelings were unwanted, but you had seen through that, right?  “If I didn’t love you then I certainly would not have asked you to stay with me last night, or shared my bed with you, or let you speak to my mother like that.” He chuckled, knowing that some fences most certainly would need to be mended, but it felt good knowing he had you in his corner no matter what.

“So, what now?” You asked softly, turning your head to look up at him.

“Now, I tell Anthea to reschedule my day because I am going to spend it with my significant other.” He murmured turning to look at you as he caressed your cheek, getting a little lost in your eyes.

“I like the sound of that plan.” You hummed as his lips met yours in a soft, tender kiss.