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Sherlock was sitting on his bed. John had taken all of his cocaine and heroin that night, saying he was going to far. John was going to propose to Mary. Sherlock was still sitting in his bed hours later when he heard Mrs. Hudson talking to someone. It was muffled but Sherlock knew who it was. “Hello brother dear, can I come in?” Sherlock looked at the door he knew his brother. Even after everything he still loved him (though neither of them would admit it) “No,” Sherlock said trying not to cry. He was going to loose John. Mycroft knew about how Sherlock felt, and he hated how broken he sounded. Just in that one word Mycroft knew he was going to have to cancel the next few hours of his schedule. Mycroft sighed and made a few calls on his phone he pushed stuff back till tomorrow and knocked again. “I just want to help Sherlock,” Sherlock was crying now. No longer trying to hold it back. John had yelled at him. John was going to leave him. Sherlock didn’t answer his brother, but Sherlock knew Mycroft would open the door if he didn’t respond. Sherlock was right. His brother walked in and sat on the bed right next to him. They didn’t say or do anything for a few minutes. Sherlock’s tears started to dry up. He was feeling better now that his big brother was there with him. Mycroft waited for most of his tears to dry up before doing something he hadn’t done in a long time. Mycroft wrapped his left arm around Sherlock’s shoulders and pulled Sherlock towards his chest. Sherlock blinked trying to remember the last time he was hugged. It was the night he had first told his brother. The night he came out was the first and until now the only time his brother had hugged him. Sherlock turned into his brother’s chest not caring that he was acting like a child. Soon after his tears finally stopped. Sherlock took a few long deep breaths before pulling away from his brother. Mycroft kept his arm around Sherlock’s shoulders even though they were now sitting shoulder to shoulder.
“Do you want to talk about is Sherlock?” Mycroft asked in a voice almost too sweet to be his own. Sherlock nodded but didn't talk. Couldn't talk. Mycroft knows his brother too well and did't push him. Instead he started to talk. He told Sherlock about the intelligence missions in North Korea and how the Americans were trying to do the same. He talked about how he wished their sister could help. Sherlock relaxed as Mycroft talked.
“You could let me ask her you know,” said Sherlock. Mycroft looked at his brother. Sherlock had started tapping his foot while Mycroft spoke. Mycroft reached over to stop his tapping, forcing Sherlock to look at him.
“You can ask her if I am there but, only then brother,” Mycroft murmured as he looked at Sherlock’s, who nodded and leaned into Mycroft’s side, resting his head on his big brother’s shoulder.
“He’s going to propose to her,” Sherlock said in a quiet voice. Mycroft looked at his brother and then started to stand up. Mycroft gripped the back of Sherlock’s shirt, forcing Sherlock him stand up. Sherlock was a little wobbly on his half asleep legs, but Mycroft kept a hold on his shoulders to keep him steady.
“I think you should talk to Eurus about this Sherlock,” Mycroft said and starts walking to the door. ”I hate to admit it but, she is better at all of this then me,” Mycroft continued. Sherlock didn’t protest and grabbed his coat on the way outside. A black car was parked outside and they both got in. The driver pulled away already knowing the location. It took them some time to get to the island. Eurus was playing the violin when they got there. As soon as she say Sherlock how ever she stopped. She looked at him for a long time no one speaking.
“You are a bloody idiot Sherlock. You have to tell him or he will never know and if he says he doesn’t love you too he is a lying bastard and Mycroft and I will both be having a chat with him,” Sherlock looked at his sister and then with a fake smile said “you would work with Mycroft?”
“Yes, she would when it comes to protecting you Sherlock. We've worked together have many times,” Mycroft said and he walked towards Eurus. Mycroft held out his hand and Eurus took it. Sherlock looked at them then with a true smile said,
“You really should fix that glass.”