SuperLock Imagines

Insane (Brothers!Mycroft+Sherlock x Reader)

Your blank stare seemed to pierce through the silence in the white room. The male nurse, giving an uncontrollable shudder, opened the door to your room.

"Miss Holmes?" The nurse questioned, almost succeeding in hiding the tremor in his voice. "Your brothers are here to see you."

Slowly, your gaze turned to him. Noting the fear in his eyes, you nodded and gave an internal smirk.

With the nurse leading you by the arm, you followed him to another white room, only this having a stainless-steel table and three matching chairs.

Mycroft and Sherlock, your brothers, both looked up from their respective seats as you were lead in. The nurse sat you down in a chair and you turned your blank gaze to them.

"Hello, Y/n. The orderlies treating you well?" Mycroft questioned.

Mycroft was the one you always had wrapped around your finger. Being two years younger than him, and having once had a better bond with him, you always knew how to pull his strings.

"We came to say hello, Y/n. We promised you, remember?" Sherlock added. Always respecting his older sister, you almost felt bad for letting him deal with Mycroft on his own. Almost.

But both of your brothers feared you. You knew it, and they knew that you knew. It all started when you were first admitted to the hospital after attacking a room full of innocent civilians for apparently 'no reason'.

Or so Mycroft had said as he paid off the hospital administrators.

"Yes." You stated calmly.

Your brothers looked at eachother with confused expressions before Mycroft spoke up, "Yes?"

"Yes. I remember. Brothers, my dear brothers," your voice dropped to a whisper, "I remember it was your fault!"

Both Mycroft and Sherlock jumped as your last word exited your mouth in a fierce shout. It seemed to echo in the white room, bouncing off the impersonal walls.

You took a breath before starting up again. "Mycroft, remember those stories you used to tell me? Remember the East Wind?"

Sherlock nodded as well as Mycroft, for he too remembered the gory stories the eldest Holmes would make up to scare his younger siblings.

"Well I am the East Wind, brothers." Your voice rose in pitch as you grew angrier than your brothers had seen before. "Better wrap up warm." 

Then suddenly, you started laughing. Uncontrollable, maniacal laughter. Backing away in unison, Mycroft and Sherlock headed to the door. The male nurse from before and a group of others in the same uniform rushed into the room.

Quickly, they surrounded you. One pulled a sedative from a breast pocket of their tunic and jabbed it into your arm.

Your laughter dying down, you watched over a nurse's shoulder as you were slowly lowered to the ground. But the heavy feeling in your eyes didn't stop you from mouthing a significant choice of words to your eldest brother.

"East Wind."

~~~~~

Sherlock and Mycroft were sitting in the living room of flat 221B Baker Street less than a week later when they over heard an important name on the news.

Eyes widening, Sherlock turned up the volume on the shoddy television in the corner of the room.

"- Miss Y/n Holmes was said to have broken out of St. Catharines Hospital for the Mentally Ill some time last night. Orderlies are put in a panic, and multiple search parties are being conducted this moment. 

" The last she was seen was a fleeting glance as a nurse saw her exiting from a third-story window. Miss Holmes' room at the hospital was said to be filled with words coating all reachable surface areas, saying "East Wind". If seen on the streets, do not approach and call the authorities immediately."

A shot rang through the flat as the television screen cracked into pieces.

Your brothers, eldest and youngest, both turned to you as you walked in. Had they not known you, they would have said you had a happy smile on your face. But they knew better.

"Hello boys."