One shots (Mycroft holmes)

Food is the key

Standing on the middle of... Not sure where.
Cursing yourself for taking the short route away from the highway. Then again, for how far you should have trusted your thousand year old mini van.
The scary part was even after almost half hour still not one vehicle passed by. You saw some cross you in your way in but since the car broke, there has been literally none.
Weather only made it worse, with the heavy rain pouring you didn't know what to do, but it was London and you were told not to expect much from the weather here.

Leaving back your small town and moving into the city has played emotional turbulence already and any minute now you could cry and have a melt down, you had no one in the huge city to call your own, to call for help, you broke down crying on your steering wheel.
All you could hear was the rain, it was a dark night and you were alone. All kind of thoughts crossed your mind, you could be raped and killed here and no one will know. Meaning you'll have to be careful asking for a taxi, you broke even louder. Sobbing and whimpering.

Your head was on the steering wheel when from the side of your eyes you saw light coming towards you, you immediately sat straight, it was still raining hard so you did not stepped out but started honking and starting up your engine, you were growing impatient when you realised that they didn't seem to be stopping.
Oh god, oh god why!
You were whimpering, pushing hard on the engines, hoping for the van to magically turn on. All failed, the vehicle passed, the engine did not start, the honking did not work.

You collected yourself, took some rapid deep breaths slowing it down you were normal again.
Let the positive thoughts flow in, what if you had to spend the night here?
Not a problem. You were in your car, in your comfort, anyway, you had thought this through before you started for London that you might even have to stay some nights in the car. Cause you were broke and unemployed and mostly on your own. It starts now, still away from London, your first stay in your car. You'll stay in the car you'll lock it and you'll be safe.
You felt a little better.

But as soon as you saw light coming towards you, not sure what got into you but you threw yourself out and found yourself on the middle of the road, screaming 'help' like it was sos.
God what if the passengers turn out to be a loot or goons. But at that point you clearly Weren't thinking straight.

P.O.V CHANGE

It was past 10 and pouring rain, from the middle of nowhere a girl hailing at us.
This could be a trap. We should pass through. Woah but she was literally chasing in front of us, dear god, is this a genuine situation or are we being marked for death.
I looked to my right, what Mr. Holmes has to say in this. He seemed to be in contemplation, he didn't say anything.

Allan, the driver managed to go across the lady even when she was trying to get a grasp of the Bonet. Something was definitely not right.. with her.
Although Allan got through, he slowed down the car, probably he was also confused about the situation.
But so far no one spoke.

Finally I couldn't control and blurted, "Sir, she seems to be in trouble I think we should help her."
Aallan immediately stopped the car, probably he was in support.
For the first time then, the genius glanced at me, he was not in s great mood. "No." Was all he said.

"No as in she is not in trouble or no as in we should not help her?" You asked for clearence.
Allan did not move.

"No as in we can't help her." Mycroft' voice was certain and authoritative and you were his reluctant secretary.

"Why?" You were confused and felt bad for the lady who alone, in the dark on the dreary road soaking in rain, in the rather cold weather. When Mycroft didn't reply for a long pause, you continued "Does she seem dangerous to you?" It was a genuine question of yours because why else would Mycroft not want to help such helpless woman.