y/n's pov/
Ever since Sherlock came back few days ago I hung up on him like some toddler on his mummy. I didn't left his side most time of the day. I even went on his cases with him. Now he was working on new case. He sayed he still needed to put some pieces together. I turned in bed and reached my hand to hold onto Sherlock, when I felt just empty spot. I looked at the clock on my bedside table. It was just 6:00 am. I got out of bed and made my way to the living room in atempt to find my missing boyfriend. Worry overtook all of my senses and I was afraid that past few days were just a dream. But when I saw him sitting in his chair, still in his pyjamas with closed eyes. I let out a deep breath I didn't know I was holding. He was there and real, propably in his mind palace trying to put puzzle parts of the case together. I smiled and decided to do breakfast and tea for us. As I was standing there making some scrambled eggs and toasts, two warm hands wrapped around my waist from behing and I felt soft kisses travel down my exposed neck.
„ Good morning handsome." I sayed with smile from ear to ear.
„ Good morning. Did I wake you?" He asked resting his chin on my shoulder.
„ No you didn't. I woke up and you weren't there, so I had to make sure you're ok....to make sure you're here." I looked down slightly embarrassed for still not beeing able to separate fiction from reality. He turned me to face him and lifted my chin to look up at him.
„ Hey. Hey look at me darling. It's ok. I'm here. And I'm perfectly fine." He smiled and kissed my forehead. I hugged him and rested my head on his chest.
„ I love you." I sayed and slightly pulled away from our hug to gently peck his lips. He deepened the kiss and my hand traveled to play with his messy curls.
„ I love you too. So much." He whispered against my lips as we partered. „ And now lets eat breakfast. It smells amazing."
„ Okay."
After we ate our breakfast John came to help Sherlock with the case. I was sitting on the couch reading when suddenly I heard doorbell and Mrs. Hudson opened the door. Stairs were squeaking under each step of the person. I turned my head to see no one else as Mycroft Holmes standing in the door with his straight face on. Of course. I closed my book and placed it down on the table. I stood up and aproached him, standing face to face with him. Rage was growing and blood boiling inside of me. HE was the one who didn't allow Sherlock to tell me he was alive for two damn years. He watched me on my lowest and did nothing. My right hand rose in the air and slapped him hard across the face, gaining attention of John and Sherlock.
„ Why didn't you tell me he was alive?!" I jelled right to his face with tears forming in my eyes. Pain and anger overtook me. Sherlock walked to us standing between me and Mycroft.
„ May I?" Asked Sherlock looking down at me. I was a bit confused what was he up to, but I nod slowly waiting what will happen next. Sherlock turned to face Mycroft and suddenly he punched him hard across the face. Blood dripped from his nose and his hands held it to stop the bleeding. He stood there shocked for a moment trying to process what was happening until Sherlock's screaming filled the room.
„ Why didn't you tell me she was in the state she was in?!" He growled angrily on his brother.
„ You two crazy really found each other..." Sayed Mycroft calmly as if nothing happened. That pissed me off even more. How can he be so calm? How can he not care?
„ You better hold her back Sherlock." Suggested John trying to prevent from me jumping on Mycroft and beat the living hell out of him. Sherlock's gaze traveled from John's to mine and finaly to Mycroft's. He put on serious face and began speaking.
„ Indeed we did dear brother....but it's you I'm worried about. Loneliness is bad." Sherlock noted and walked back to his chair, sitting with his legs crossed.
„ I'm not lonely Sherlock..." He grimaced. Sherlock looked at him, deep gaze burning right through his soul, tilting his head a little. Mycroft's face softened and he looked like he thought for a moment, before his eyes went wide a little. Without Sherlock, me and their parents he really was lonely.... „ Ok I see where you're going with this." He cleared his throat and cought a little.
„ Now back to the point. Why are you here?" Sherlock asked breaking tension in the room.
„ I came for new updates on the case."
„ Why?" Sherlock furrowed his brows.
„ Because it's important Sherlock."
„ Yes. Yes. I almost have it....Oh. Oh I know!" He shouted suddenly and jumped up on the coffee table.
„ Sherlock dear, please get down from that table before you hurt yourself...or before I do it for you." I smiled inocently as he quickly got down from that table and repeated.
„ I know how he did it!"
„ He? " Mycroft asked.
„ Yes! Her asistant. Her asistand killed her. He had an affair with her and she told him she didn't want it to continue. He got mad and smacked her across the head with that sculpture." He exclaimed excited. I smiled widely. I loved it when he was excited about the case, he was so cute.
„ So your saying that one of the most important women in goverment, was killed because of the affair? No stolen informations or anything from highest security?" Mycroft asked.
„ Nope."
„ Great. I'll be on my way then. And y/n?" He asked quietly.
„ Yes?" I looked at him confused.
„ Maybe I should have told you about Sherlock. I apologize." Wow...I didn't see that coming. Mycroft Holmes apologizing. Well, everything's for the first time.
„ It's not like you can change it anyway now, but I apreciate it." I sayed and walked up to him giving him a quick hug. He was tense as always, but I didn't mind. After Mycroft left they called Lestrade and told him all details.
„ I have to go back to Mary now. We have a wedding to plan." We sayed our goodbyes and John went home, finally leaving me and Sherlock alone.
„ Fancy some movie?" I asked looking at Sherlock.
„ May I steal a kiss first?" He asked and I walked closer standing facing him.
„ Always. No need to ask next time tho." I smiled and kissed him. He kissed back immediately and his hands traveled to my waist. He slowly sat back down pulling me with him, sitting me onto his lap. It didn't take us long to start a full make out sesion. His hands rested on my hips holding me close to him. One of my hands rested on his neck and one ended up tangled in his curls. Our tongues danced together exploring eachothers mouths. We made out for another ten minutes and then we pulled away from each other catching our breaths. I hugged his sitting form and pressed my head in the crook of his neck placing soft kisses.
„ What movie do you want to watch?"
„ I don't know, you can choose." I carefully lifted myself to my feet and went to kitchen to grab some snacks. When I got back the movie was settled and Sherlock was waiting on me stretched on the couch. I put the snacks on the coffee table and layed on Sherlock's chest. When movie ended I turned the TV off and we went to our bedroom. I layed down, my back pressing against Sherlock's chest, his arm protectively hugged my waist and he placed soft kiss on my bare shoulder.
„ Good night darling." He mumbled and rested his head in the crook of my neck.
„ Good night babe." I whispered and slowly drifted off to sleep.
