His Dream (Sherlock x reader)

Study In Pink Final

"I know exactly who that is."

A little ways ahead was standing two people beside a black car. Mycroft and 'Athena'. 

Making our way towards them, Mycroft begins, sarcastically, "So! Another case cracked. How very public spirited of you. Though that's never really ever your motivation, is it?"

Sherlock, being annoyed, turns his head away from his brother, "what are you doing here?" John and I were invisible to the Holmes boys, probably for the best.

"As ever, I am concerned about you," Mycroft replies then turns his head, directing his attention to John and I, "evening Doctor Watson and 'oh-six'." The last part of his sentence earning him a smile from me. But also in the end result, I earned a very very confused look from John.

"Oh-six?" He asks, taking my attention away from the brothers' conversation. "Yeahhhh about that, I may or may not be a MI6 agent. Code named 'double oh-six'."

I think I may have broken John cause now he looks like Sherlock when his brain was buffering.

"We have more in common than you like to believe. This petty feud between us, it's simply childish. People will suffer. And you know how it always upset Mummy." Switching back to the brothers' conversation, catching the last part of Mycroft's response. Oh boy Mycroft is gonna get it now.

Sherlocks facial expression changed from annoyed to 'imma bout to whoop yo ass'. "I upset her? Me? It wasn't me who upset her, Mycroft-"

I quickly step between the two before someone starts to throw hands.

 "Boys seriously, I doubt your mother would want you two to go nuts on each other because what? Let me guess," I turned to Sherlock, "he messed with your chemistry set," and then turned to Mycroft, "and he broke your action figure? Come on, you two. I'm the only one that is allowed to kill anyone."

And then out of nowhere John finally spoke "No, sorry, wait, wait. Mummy? Who's Mummy?" All three of us turn to John, Mycroft and Sherlock giving him glares and me giving myself a facepalm.

"Johnny, Johnny. Please keep up. Sherlock and Mycroft are brothers."

Sherlock glances over my shoulder, toward Mycroft, "putting on weight, have you?" Thus upon hearing him say this, my whole body whips around, smacking Sherlock's head, lightly, "William!"

And then I hear a chuckle from behind me, which makes me straighten up and turn back around, "Alexander, do I have to hit you too?" Mycroft throws his hands up in defense. "Ya thats what I thought, Holmes."

John, just looks even more confused now, does the poor boy's brain not think properly?

"Wait so he's not-"

"Not what," Sherlock replies, rubbing the back of his head, dramatically, which earned an eye roll from me. I didn't hit him that hard. Drama queen.

"I dunno. Some kind of...criminal mastermind," John replies, now slightly embarrassed. Sherlock turns to his brother, eyeing him, "close enough."

"Oh for goodness sake! I occupy a minor post in the British Government." Mycroft defends.

Sherlock scoffs at his 'defense', "he is the British Government. When he's not too busy being the British Secret Service. Speaking of which, thanks for sending me a babysitter, I really needed it. Good evening Mycroft, try not to start a war before I get home, you know what it does to the traffic."

And just like that Sherlock turns his heel and starts to walk away. A grin places itself on my face as Sherlock walks away in victory from his brother.

"So when you say you're concerned about him, you actually are concerned about him." John asks Mycroft.

Mycroft looks at him, confused as to why he would even ask such a thing, "of course, yes." John nods his head before asking again, "It actually is a childish feud."

"Oh, he's always been so resentful. You can imagine the Christmas dinners." Now this grabs my attention, "ooooo those sound good, can I come this year?"

Mycroft gives me a soft smile before looking at John as he's rambling about thinking about those Christmas dinners.

"Yes. No. God, no! Anyway, I'd better, um... coming (y/n)?"

I lift up my head and see Sherlock waiting for John. "Oh ya, you go. I'll be there in a sec." John nods and walks off toward Sherlock.

Mycroft looks at me, eyeing me up and down. "Did something go wrong? You look like you're destressed, I've never seen you like this and you almost never use my first name unless you're pissed off or scared about something."

I look away from Mycroft's eyes, "no i'm fine just, something on my mind. Plus you laughed at your brother when I hit him, I thought you were gonna cut off my hands for that."

He laughed at that last part, which made me smile but it soon went away when the name popped back up in my head. I could barely hear him calling out my name until he shook me.

"Seriously (y/n) what is going on," he asked with distress in his voice. I know he wanted to help but nothing can be done when that name has come up from the ground.

Just tell him, just tell him, he can make anything go away with a snap of his fingers so just tell him.

"The cabbie knew an awful lot about me, Mycroft. And then he said it, the name I've been trying to run away for the past 15 years. Moriarty."

Mycroft's face was none unknown to study, it was emotionless. 

I nodded, looking at the ground. Then I felt a hand on my arm and heard a sigh, "I'll have the boys check it out, it could be nothing. Just a trick in the wind that someone is trying to bring up and scare you above all people. So we act like it's nothing but proceed with caution, alright?"

I nod again and look towards Sherlock and John, there they were. Waiting for me, "you know they're growing on me, I mean your brother can be a complete dumbie sometimes, I don't know."

Mycroft gasps and dramatically puts a hand on his chest, "don't tell me you're giving into sentiment for...my brother."

Shaking my head, "ha ha you're hilarious, Mycroft. You know what I mean. Anyway I should get these two idiots' food before one of them kills the other. My bet is John killing Sherlock in the first week," I said walking backwards.

Mycroft chuckles, "remember to send me details and I'll call you on the next mission you're needed on." And turns to walk back to his car before remembering something, "oh and (y/n)? My mother would like you for tea next Tuesday."

"Then tell her I shall be there, wouldn't miss a tea day with Mamma Holmes even if the world was on fire," dramatically saluting him, I walk back to the boys.

"So.....dinner then? I did say you were paying." Linking both Sherlocks arm and Johns with mine.

And there it was. One might think this would be the end of their story. But it was only the beginning. See, some might think that this story is just about three people running around London but it's so much more. It's the story of a man with a brilliant brain yet blinded to be a little human, the doctor who never came home from the war, and the agent who never stopped running from her past.