Sherlock Oneshots

Shock (Mycroft)

3rd POV

"Now don't tell your fathers a word about this ok, I never switch players with you. You had chicken nuggets and chips for dinner, and I had the curry... Ok?" Rosie looked up at her Uncle and nodded, they were sat in a enormous room, with a fire that her Uncle seem to get lost it when he looked at it. "Why can't they know?" He looked back away from the fire at his niece who had a small empty bowl sat next to her with the remains of her ice-cream. "Because, it's our little secret... Yes just like our little secret about the rime I took you to see your aunt."

There was a ping from his phone, he glanced at it seeing a text from his brother, 'outside -SH'. "Come on Rosie." He smiled getting up, Rosie was the only person Mycroft seemed human too even to Sherlock he was a an odd one but Rosie didn't see anything wrong with him he was normal to her. She struggled a little getting out the chair it being a bit to tall for her, and as she was tired she hugged Mycroft's leg so he'd pick her up and carry all her stuff out to the car, as John gave Mycroft enough clothes and toys for the girl it looked like she'd be staying a week or so.

"How did it go?" Mycroft looked up from placing Rosie in her car seat. "Em Yeah it went good I suppose." A smile spread on Sherlocks face. "So you like a goldfish?" This put Mycroft on the defence. "What no-"he explained "-of course not." Sherlock just smirked trying to cram things into bags, which drove Mycroft up the walls, it just wasn't right same way they were going to get hurt if they don't fix that door knocker of theirs.

He waved them off before strolling back in his house locking the door, humming quietly to himself as he walk along the halls of his house which would be better described as a manner, he picked up the bowl and took it to the kitchen rinsing it out and putting up in the cupboard. "Liking a Goldfish." He muttered to himself;f smiling at the idea of Rosie growing up and hopefully not being bullied like he and Sherlock was, he was always meant to ask John what School was like from him but he never really got time to be with anyone.

Sherlock carried a sleeping Rosie up the stairs to bed John following drowning in bags. "I told you you over packed." "So?" John looked up to Sherlock. "You can carry them." "I am carrying them."

They got Rosie and themselves ready for bed, Sherlock as always, saying '5 more minutes' only to fall asleep on the couch and John have to carry him on his back, at this rate it was the most use thing that he'd did in the army. He lay Sherlock down pulling the covers up and snuggling into his side moving one of Sherlock's arms to hug him.

Mycroft yelped cutting himself with the razor on the leg while trying to shave. He grabbed a few wads of toilet roll and waited for the bleeding to of died down before shaving the rest of hid body, he always hated any type of body hair that wasn't on the head, like facial hair was fine but not on himself any body hair not his head was irritating to him, like his whole body was itchy but scratching didn't help. He left the bathroom canceling his alarm for the first time in forever it felt like. He pulled out a pair of brown nightshirt and bottoms on before climbing into bed nodding off as soon as his head hit the pillow.

"John please... it's fair, you let her stand on the couch." "She's 4. Get off or I'm taking your bunsen away." He huffed getting off the couch, collapsing into John. "When will she wake I'm board?" "I don't know...We could, watch something or you could read my blog post that I'm working and correct the spelling." That got his attention he practically threw himself at the chair. "YES!"

He sat alone in his kitchen staining at the clock, his mind trying to grasp the ungraspable 'what happens after death' 'why are we here' 'do we have a purpose' those questions the ones your RE teacher probably asked you in school. God he was so alone if he had no work he had nothing to do he'd pick up hobbies now and then but he couldn't stand Sherlock taking the piss out him for any of them, and now he had a whole week off, it always seem good the night before but was boring when it started.