Sherlock Oneshots

Christmas?

3rd POV

Mycroft sat his mind other where as the room was boring just Sherlock John and his Mother trying to prove why they're right about some stupid riddle as they got completely different answers. He was snapped back when he saw his father put his head down on the table resting on his arms. He then looked at the on going argument. "ORANGE THE ANSWER WAS ORANGE." Mycroft asked the riddle a murderer one of course he had been reading books on what to do at gatherings with 'friends and family' riddles was one thing that he had far to many memorised but of course not even Sherlock got this one so maybe he shouldn't do those. "ORANGE HOW! ITS CLEARLY THE GLASS!" "No I told you the wife grew the oranges in the garden all the plants were odd and so the wife grew them in cyanide infested soil and watered them with a mix of water and cyanide, because as I said the dog liked the glass as not even sick. Which you ignored because you saw a bird sat on the window ledge." "But MIKE IT HAS TO BE THE DOG HE WAS ALL OVER HIM AND IT WAS NEW!" "No. You assume to much mother no mention of allergies. And please say you have dementia and are forgetting my name after my explicit request for my birth name, and John .... Closet the fork I said she'd been washing the fork as it fell on the floor but you forgot that she ate of his for to try the food."

Sherlock lost it. "HOW HOW IS JOHN CLOSER?! ITS THE SAME THING NEARLY!" Mycroft sighed. "Your losing your touch brother min- OWW! big foot!" "Don't tease your brother, at lest he's not fat." John watched this bewildered by this 'family'. "WELL MYCROFT?! TELL ME!" Again the fathers head fell back to the table. "Well I said the dog drank form the glass and was completely fine so he overlooked that, mummy took things we have no idea about and don't add up to the wife's arrest but John I never said what they were eating only that it was starter and main and by that the only thing you don't need a fork for going of were the mind will picture is soup and bread there's others of course but commonly. So John is closets." Johns head cocked up. "Why was there an orange?" "Remember at the start I said he had a orange his wife grew for a snack prior to dinner and had been felling dizzy and had been having episodes since of rapid breathing. It really dose show what you specialise in early stages of cyanide poisoning."

Again John had Rosamund taking off him by Sherlocks mummy and couldn't get her back and was ready for being the one to start the first physical fight with a pensioner but that dose mean both Sherlock and Mycroft would lose their bets which is something he kinda wants. "Miss Homes may I hav-" "aww look she's smiling." John threw his hands in the air falling back in his chair thinking of all the ways he could kill or brake a bone in that wrinkled old bitch.

"CHEAT!" "DID NOT!" "STAND UP!" "Noooo!" "SHERLOCK!" Again their father was sat in Sherlocks chair his head rested in his hands. "WILL THE TWO OF YOUS SHUT THE FUCK UP! YOUR LIKE TODDLERS!" The room was silenced and everyone looking at the father. He had that same smile Mycroft often had now plastered on his face. "Am I clear you two." The two nodded before another's "Am I clear ?" "Yes dad." "Yes father." John was still starring at their mother. "While it's quiet, Miss Homes give me back the fucking child." It was an offended look he got back from every single one of them in the room Follower by Sherlocks pleas. "Mummy don't get mad at him, he's umm not slept with the little one..." John couldn't make the rest as he'd mumbled it to his mummy as he took Rosamund from his mum giving her to John as he'd 'asked'.

Mycroft had been left with Rosamund later in the night as everyone else was basically drunk and he'd gone and sat on the stairs out side there flat listening to bangs and unclear words not even sentences. It's when Rosamund started crying he panicked he nearly dropped her down the stairs. "Em uh Rosamund quite.... Heel? Shhhh?"

Mycroft didn't really want to go back in there it was all arguments and that's the leat thing he wanted so he wondered down the steps knocking on Miss Hudson's door hoping she was still up which she was she opened the door. "What on earth are they doing." "Unsure sat in the stairs 2 hours 26 minutes and 4 seconds and Rosamund started crying and I don't know what to do.... Please help me." He thrust Rosamund towards  the older lady who took the baby off him waving him inside.

The lot of them were right above them so the 2 went and sat in Miss Hudson's room as her husband was gone again which made Mycroft extremely uncomfortable but was in aww watching her calm Rosamund. "How did you do that?" "Shh." As Mycroft had just been hushed by an old lady he watched as the baby feel asleep. "How did you do that?" She shrugged, looking at him. "It's human, that's why Johns tired, Sherlock can't do it, has to come to me so he takes Rosie i-" "Rosamund." "Nickname Rosie. -in the day to let John slept so it's been quite less cases now it's has to sound fun as John's petrified of someone getting Rosie or killing her."

Mycroft ended up staying down there because of he left he'd never hear the end of it because 'oh he said he'd stay.' Bla bla bla. So he sat listening to the woman go on and on finding it dull nothing was ever interesting he hated chatting he hated people he knew he was slowing down not as snappy as Sherlock no longer as quick but nothing kept him entertained, he would multitask everything being on  3 calls at once muting on and off them while doing paper work, he always jealous of Sherlocks ability to go on a case and be happy and just do it not have to be doing 3,4,5 maybe 9 things at once.

"Soo why aren't you with them." He lent back crossing his leg so his ankle sat on his knee. "I'm avoiding alcohol, trying to avoid a relapse..." "Relapse?" He nodded looking at her she seemed bewildered by the idea of Mycroft being an alcoholic, but he had been he drank to drown his sorrows he started again when Sherlock and John started getting close as it only reminded him how empty he felt seeing them run off together.

"You were addicted to alcohol?" "Yes yes I was many times... it's just a away to forget my boredom, nothings entertaining."