Pairing: Sherlock Holmes X Reader
A/N: This is just a fun little idea I thought of and I like how it turned out! It’s a little different, the reader interacts a little more with Mycroft than Sherlock but it’ll (hopefully) make sense if you read it. I hope you enjoy!
“You want to meet her?” Sherlock scoffs, rolling his eyes as his brother sighed, crossing his arms firmly, glaring at his brother who was curled up in his chair. “I’m rather shocked Mycroft.”
“Well, yes I would. Think of it as brotherly approval. To be quite honest, brother dear, I never would’ve imagined in a hundred years that you would be able to win someone’s heart, let alone get yourself a significant other.” Mycroft smirks, sipping his cup of tea. “Besides, I’d like to make sure you’re not just making this up in your head. Or, for all I know you could be dating a rather uninteresting and ignorant girl, I mean she did fall for you after all.”
“Don’t speak of (Y/N) that way-” Sherlock snaps as Mycroft’s eyes widen teasingly.
“Ah, so the imaginary girlfriend has a name.”
“She is a beautiful and intelligent girl. And for your information, she is very much a reality. She’s perfect.” Sherlock says completely ignoring Mycroft’s comments, smiling cheekily. It was Mycroft’s turn to roll his eyes. Sibling rivalry, annoying and a pain in the arse but well-meant and friendly all the way.
“I’ll meet her one day.”
“And for your ego’s sake, I hope that day doesn’t come anytime soon.”
Mycroft stood in the relatively empty tube, rocking gently from side to side as the train moved underneath the busy streets of London.
He was off to visit Sherlock for a very important matter and also to make sure he hadn’t blown off his face and decided that he wanted to travel like the little people for a change. Experience the wonders of cheap smelling leather seats and crowded transportations. It sucked. He should’ve taken his private car.
He looked around the compartment and his eyes fell on a girl who looked about Sherlock’s age. He examined her discreetly out of the corner of his eye, a move he had mastered since youth.
She’s pretty, he thought.
“I have a boyfriend.” the girl says suddenly, catching Mycroft completely off guard.
He blinks and clears his throat, “Excuse me?”
The girl laughs and smiles. Mycroft could see her eyes burning brightly with intellect.
“Oh, I noticed you were analyzing me, and don’t get me wrong I’m flattered but I’m already taken,” she says with a wink. Mycroft flushed from embarrassment and mentally scolded himself. How could he have possibly let himself be so careless? He had been confident that he was the best at discretion. However, for some reason he couldn’t deduce anything about the girl, she was a blank slate.
“I’m sorry, I’m not exactly interested. It’s just what I do subconsciously, it’s my second nature.” he explains, and the girl nods, still sporting a cheeky smile.
“I understand, my boyfriend is the exact same way…” she recalls, trailing off while glancing momentarily at Mycroft’s umbrella that was tucked snugly under his arm. “You don’t take the tube very often, do you?”
Mycroft eyes widened slightly. He had to admit, this girl was good.
“And why would you think that?” he inquires, raising an eyebrow. He was interested to hear what the girl would reveal.
“Well, for starters you’re wearing a pretty expensive suit, it’s very well tailored too and that alone is something that you don’t see normal people wear every day. So I would assume that you have a career that values formality, perhaps something government related. Am I getting warm so far?” the girl theorizes and Mycroft simply nods slowly, gesturing for her to continue. “Based on your posture, you also look like you’re not very fond of public places or people for that matter. Maybe you have trust issues, which might explain why your umbrella is actually a weapon.”
She swiftly tugs the umbrella out of his grasp and disassembles it, revealing the blade and gun in disguise.
Mycroft hadn’t even noticed that she had approached him.
Idiot, he scolds himself.
“Now,” the girl jeered, using his own weapons against him, the blade dangerously close to his throat. “Who are you and what do you want?”
“My name is Mycroft Holmes,” he starts calmly, taking a breath to continue when he no longer felt the tip of his blade pressed against his neck. The girl had lowered the defenses and assembled the weapons back together in a blink of an eye, handing the umbrella back to him.
“Change of heart?” he questioned, raising his eyebrow.
She smiled and Mycroft glared at her, trying to decipher the unique girl but he didn’t have a single clue.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mycroft.” she extolled, raising Mycroft’s suspicions. She didn’t seem like a criminal or a bad person and he was definitely interested in finding out more about the girl, so he decided to play along. For now.
“First name basis already, it seems?” he commented, cueing for her to introduce herself.
“Ms. (L/N),” she replied with a smirk and Mycroft’s face fell. “And no, I’m afraid I’m the only one who gets to call you by your first name. A very interesting choice of name, I may add. Seems to run in the family…”
The station bell chimes as the train starts to slow down, coming to a smooth halt. It was Mycroft’s stop.
“Well, this is where we get off.” the girl hums, grabbing him by the arm and practically dragging him out of the tube.
“Am I wrong?”
Mycroft sighed in defeat, he had hoped that he and this girl would be parting ways. Being around just made him feel stupid and degrading.
“I hope that umbrella of yours is actually capable of protecting us from the rain.” she surmised, dragging him up the stairs to the streets of London.
“Us?” he gulped.
“Why, yes. You’re off to Baker Street to visit your brother, no?”
“Yes, but how-”
“Well, so am I. Come on now! Open your umbrella I don’t want to get wet.”
“You’re a client?” he queried and she rolled her eyes.
“You ask too many questions. Now open the bloody umbrella!”
He definitely felt degraded.
“Mycroft what are you doing here?” Sherlock asks, looking quite annoyed, the girl slipping past Sherlock and into the flat with Mycroft staring after her with his mouth slightly agape.
“She just went into your flat.”
“A complete - but may I add extremely intelligent - stranger is sitting on your chair, brother!”
Sherlock looks back at the girl and laughs. He pulls Mycroft inside, still laughing while the girl and he exchanged smiles.
“So, it appears you’ve met.” Sherlock says, still chuckling madly.
“Met him on the tube. I might’ve scared him a bit.”
Sherlock looks at Mycroft. “You still haven’t figured it out, have you?”
“Hmm, I’m surprised, Sherlock. You did say that he was quite fast at catching on.” the girl giggled, extending her hand to Mycroft. “I’m (Y/N), Sherlock’s girlfriend.”
And it clicks in his head as all the pieces fall into place. Suddenly, he could easily deduce the girl.
“Brother, you’re getting rusty.” Sherlock smirks and Mycroft frowns. “Don’t worry too much about your lack of deductions, she probably made you feel flustered and clogged your head, happened to me too when I first met her. You’re perfectly normal. Or as normal as you can possibly be, that is.”
“Well now that that’s sorted out, why are you really here Mycroft? Sherlock’s told me that you’re not very fond of friendly visits, there must be something you want from us.” the girl questions, squinting her eyes teasingly at Mycroft. He felt himself shrinking away from the girl, he had already been humiliated enough for one day. “You’re hiding something, c'mon spill the beans.”
“Fine,” he grumbles, pulling out a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket. “I’ve been having difficulty solving this brain teaser and I’m rather ashamed of myself for coming to my younger brother to ask for help, especially after today’s events. I just can’t solve it and it’s nagging me, you know?”
Sherlock snatches the paper eagerly out of his hand and reads what’s written, his face contorting to a look of confusion. (Y/N) couldn’t help but laugh at the fact that the smartest people in London (and possibly even the world) were stumped by what was written on the slip of paper.
“I honestly have no idea.” Sherlock admits with a frown. “It’s not logical…”
“Exactly.” Mycroft agrees while (Y/N) takes the slip from Sherlock and examines the paper herself.
‘A cowboy rides into town on Friday, stays for three days and leaves on Friday. How did he do it?’
She doubles over with laughter and the boys turn their heads towards her, looking slightly annoyed.
“(Y/N), what’s so funny? We’re trying to find the answer to this illogical question.”
“His horse is named Friday. It’s so simple!”
“What? Oh.” they both say, and at this point, the girl was practically rolling around on the floor.
“She fell in love with you?” Mycroft affirmed and Sherlock nodded. “And you fell in love with this?”
He gestures to the girl who was still giggling and Sherlock nods again, a smile present on his face.
“Even though she’s brighter than the both of us combined? I’m surprised, brother.”
“I’ve simply found someone who can keep up, and who I strive to keep up to.”
“Has your ego been hurt enough?”
“Yes, for the first time in a while.”
“Good. And has the brother approved?”
Mycroft takes one more look at the girl.
“He has approved.”
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