Marlin's Sword [A Mycroft Holmes Fanfiction]

The Blind Banker

In the early morning foggy air, Meredith jogged through a park, dressed in black running gear, her long blonde hair secured in a tight high bun. Four secret service agents ran with her, two in front of her and two behind her. Later she stopped at a coffee shop to buy a large takeout coffee. She walked through the halls of 10, Downing Street and entered the dining room. Her parents were already dressed for work and in the middle of breakfast. Something seemed off to Meredith. Iris was biting her perfectly manicured fingernails as she eyed her blackberry with concern. As Meredith neared the breakfast table, her father glared at her and slammed the day's newspaper in front of her.

The headline read- 'Lord Bellinger's Immigration Bill Far left of Centre'.

Meredith gaped and looked up to meet her father's stern gaze.

....

Later, in his office, Mycroft sat watching the footage of Soo Lin Yao and Andy in the Museum.

Soo Lin stood putting away the artifacts in a small lined case, as Andy, a young man in his 20s, another member of the staff approached her, 'Four hundred years old, they're letting you use it to make yourself a brew' he joked awkwardly.

Soo Lin aware of his presence, continued to busy herself with putting back the artifacts, 'Somethings aren't supposed to sit behind glass, they're made to be touched, to be handled' she said and glanced at Andy briefly. Andy was a bit taken aback by the perceived innuendo. Soo Lin sighed and turned her attention to the pots, 'These pots need attention. The clay is cracking' she said and picked up a pot, examining it closely.

Andy chuckled lightly, 'Well, I can't see how a tiny splash of tea is going to help' he said.

Soo Lin continued to carefully observe the pot, 'Sometimes you have to look hard at something to see its value' she said and placed the pot back on the table. She picked up another pot and raised it at eye level, 'See? This one shines a little brighter' she said, turning the pot in her hands.

Andy took a deep breath, 'I don't suppose... Umm, I mean... I don't suppose that you want to have a drink? Not tea, obviously. Umm, in a pub, with me, tonight' he asked nervously.

Soo Lin smiled and shook her head, 'You wouldn't like me all that much' she declined politely.

'Can I maybe decide that for myself?' Andy asked hopefully.

Soo Lin shook her head gingerly, 'I can't. I'm sorry. Please stop asking' she said and closed the case, crushing Andy's heart.

Mycroft watched with a pensive expression. It wasn't like anything he'd ever been through yet it reminded him of his youth. 'Sir, the Downing Street Chief of Staff's office just call. She's coming for lunch' Anthea said, bringing Mycroft out of his thoughts.

Mycroft blinked, 'Yes' he nodded. 'Anthea, keep an eye on her' he said as Anthea was leaving his office.

Anthea turned back, 'You don't suppose it's him, do you?' she asked nervously.

Mycroft shrugged, 'Can't tell for sure. But, then again I never can' he sighed and Anthea left his office without another word.

Mycroft took his laptop and started watching a surveillance footage of Sherlock fighting a swordsman in his living room. The attacker forced Sherlock back onto the sofa, Sherlock kicked him away. The man held Sherlock down on a table with the sword against his throat as Sherlock kicked his torso. Finally, Sherlock distracted his attacker and failed him with a single punch. He casually straightened his suit jacket before walking off. Mycroft was unphased by his brother's actions and switch the screen to John in the supermarket.