Just say it // Mycroft x Reader
Words // 1011
Warnings // none
Summary / Mycroft has been coming over a lot all of a sudden and it’s starting to annoy Sherlock.
“What’s going on?’’ You asked sleepily once you stepped inside the kitchen. John sat in his chair, laptop in his lap and his fingers clicking on the keys. Sherlock’s eyes turned to you and then back to the person who was just out of your field of sight. Luckily John did care to inform you of what was going on.
“Mycroft’s here and both of them refuse to say a word.’’ John said as he turned his head to you and you nodded, pouring yourself a cup of coffee. You were quite amused by it though, you had heard of Mycroft, Sherlock’s brother who possessed a ‘minor’ position in the British government, key word minor. You yawned, you had just woken up and suffered through a few days of Sherlock talking your ear off until three in the morning because John was gone which is why you deserved to sleep in once until well in the afternoon.
You walked into the living room and finally saw Mycroft for the first time, quite obviously he had to wear an expensive suit. He was leaning on his umbrella which was both funny but very extra, his face was rather neutral and you wondered what the fuss between the two of them was all about.
“Right, you’re giving each other the cold treatment. So the solution is, one of you two starts talking or you just leave. It’s not that hard.’’ You said and John chuckled, the silence remained and John had continued with writing his blog in the meanwhile. “Of course, you know what I thought he was bad but you’re both the absolute worst.’’ You said, rather amused. It was funny to see both of them not willing to set the first step because they were too stubborn too and you wondered how John had been dealing with these years.
“I have nothing to say, goodbye brother mine.’’ Mycroft said before leaving. The door shut behind him and you laughed with John, Sherlock gave the two of you a weird look. “Exactly my reaction.’’ He said as he understood how funny it was to see Sherlock and Mycroft when both of them were refusing to talk first, it was like dealing with a pair of toddlers who were both trying to be very mature but couldn’t say sorry, both believing they were right and the other was wrong.
After that the three of you just went about, doing whatever you always did although Sherlock was a bit more irritated the whole day.
It was just over a week later when Mycroft showed up the next time, you were sitting behind your laptop, doing some work when the door opened and Mycroft stepped inside. This time though, both John and Sherlock were out. You had wanted to desperately join them but John had convinced you to finish your work first, they were only going to the station to ask a few questions and you had also forced John to go get some more groceries once they were finished because of course you decided to open the fridge to find a hand, experiment.
“Hello.’’ You said as you turned to face him, he was obviously surprised by the look on his face to find you alone in 221B but it happened quite a lot, also because you forced them out from time to time. If you had gotten really fed up with them Mrs. Hudson helped you to force the two of them out so you had some time for yourself, they could just go to John’s house.
“Hello. I have a case,’’ He said, his voice sounded slightly off edge but you didn’t really pay attention to it. “but I can come back later.’’
“No you can just drop it here. They’re going to be back in a while,’’ You said. “or if it’s not a file I can just write everything down.’’ He nodded and had a small smile on his face which fitted him rather odd but was somewhat sweet.
“Of course, here it is.’’ He said as he handed it to you and you flipped it open, staring at it for a few seconds before nodding and closing it.
“Y/N was it?’’ You nodded. “I look forward to hearing progress.
Mycroft had visited frequently ever since and it was getting on Sherlock’s nerves to have his brother present almost continuously and today was another day he was present You were sitting in ‘the chair’ listening to Sherlock who was talking about his latest case when he noticed Mycroft standing in the doorframe.
“Don’t linger, it’s annoying.’’ He suddenly said and you looked over the chair to see Mycroft standing there, again. It was getting close to annoying.
There was a silence for a while until Sherlock had a face which you described as the moment he realized he was an idiot but this time he didn’t make any sound.
“Don’t say anything.’’ Sherlock snapped at Mycroft who had just opened his mouth and shut it, he looked extremely offended. “Tell her the truth.’’
“Excuse me?’’ He replied, sounding confused which would be a first as you know Mycroft liked to call himself smarter than Sherlock so for him to be confused it either had to be him faking or he really didn’t have a clue which was more than rare.
“You obviously like her so just say it? Do I really need to go through all the obvious things you’ve been doing. You’re getting slow for someone who claims to be smarter than me.’’ Sherlock commented. “I am.’’ Mycroft snapped in response.
“Look at that, never thought I’d live to see a day where Mycroft is red.’’ You said with a small chuckle, you were amused by it all but also flattered because Mycroft could have a heart and be really nice if he both wanted it and he seemed to do it almost every time he was around when you were present.
“What about tomorrow night? Dinner?’’ Mycroft smoothly asked and you chuckled again but nodded.